The setting sun is shining slantingly and the wind is gentle.
It's hard to think that it was out of public conscience, but the direction the prey chose to escape was indeed a more secluded corner than the office building.
Therefore, whether it is the flying catkins just now or the stumps now, they have not attracted the audience yet.
But it was only temporary. Someone had obviously noticed the movement in the building just now.
But it doesn't matter, this guy on the ground won't be around for long.
"This look is much more pleasing to the eye."
As a polite hunter, Fu Qian did not belittle his opponent at such a moment.
“The strategy is also very good.”
This is by no means a compliment.
At this moment, there is a huge lump on the ground. A bit of the charm of the giant dragon from before can be vaguely seen on the skeleton, but the texture is much more beautiful.
It is no longer the flesh-and-blood intertwining style of the evil epidemic, but a smooth and delicate gray-white skin that seems to have a sense of eternity.
The figure has lost a lot of weight, but it is inexplicably in harmony with the color.
With only a thin line of pale golden eyes open, illuminated by the setting sun, it looks like an old man is about to die, but he is still watching the sunset.
Its time is indeed running out.
The most intuitive point is that if you look closely at the thin body, it is obvious that it is covered with countless criss-crossing cracks, and you can hardly find a larger complete area.
It's like being cut into pieces and barely glued back together.
In fact, this is exactly the case. The last big move just now was originally erupted in its belly.
This is why Fu Qian praised his good escape strategy.
What just happened is very simple.
After rushing out of the building, faced with an invisible threat, the Shrunkosaurus chose a very efficient escape method and flew directly into the air.
Unfortunately, he was too conspicuous and was dragged back by the hunter himself with the thread of concern. After a critical blow to his internal organs, he was finally shattered to pieces.
However, this is only the surface. In essence, at the moment of flying into the sky, its own existence has been divided into two parts.
The one who was dragged back and crushed was not an illusion, but it was by no means the core subject.
The basis for judgment is that the creeping seeds planted by oneself remain on the part that enters the hidden state.
I didn't expect a critical hit from the internal organs to instantly kill the target when I wasn't in the Prison Abandoned King state, so when I was creating the wound, I just put something in it.
As long as the unhatched wriggling seeds are within a certain range, they can be targeted by the extremely hungry infection.
Infecting the source of pollution may even sound a bit humorous.
All in all, after discovering the target behavior immediately, Fu Qian chose the most efficient way to deal with both targets.
"Thanks."
At this moment, a voice sounded from the remains.
But this time it sounded much more sincere.
"Easy to say."
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"Although it didn't last that long, it was really an extremely painful experience for me..."
The hunter didn't stop his last words, and even said something polite casually. The broken dragon sounded a little pleased.
"You can call me "Confusion"... I am a living fear, a walking nightmare, a midnight nightmare born of the dying."
"They're afraid of me, they know I'm there, but they try to turn a blind eye."
"Although it is a gathering of pale wills, even sleeping all the time, under the clear definition and protection of concepts, it is purer than a real dragon."
Does it mean that I can only see you if I am over fifty-nine years old? That is indeed a clear and strict condition.
Fu Qian naturally thought of the time around Li Ke's birthday, but he was not in a hurry to interrupt the other person's story.
"Until that day, the irresistible filth comes..."
Sure enough, Huo Ran quickly got to the point, and worthy of the pale will, even with such a hateful part, his tone remained calm and indifferent.
"At first I thought it was just another soul with enough experience... However, the moment I made contact, I realized that it was just an illusion, there was no soul at all... it was just a tongue covered in mucus..."
Tongue... there is nothing wrong with this description.
After all, if the oath speculation is true, it can indeed be defined as a certain part of the superior person.
I commented silently in my mind before paying, and as expected, it was easy to realize something profoundly when I looked back.
"There was no way to resist that kind of blasphemy... Fortunately, I soon discovered that the will behind this authority was not active, so I decided to lead the process to see if I could use the accumulated power to break free from the shackles and obtain purification."
"It doesn't look like much success."
The other party said a lot in one breath, and the description was quite similar to the previous speculation. Before paying, he finally nodded and made a comment.
Mr. Leake's symptoms suddenly became severe, and it was indeed this man who was behind it.
"Yes... this is a road of no return. I have indeed grown, but the will behind authority has also awakened in me at the same time... It's a pity that when I noticed it, I could no longer control everything except a trace of my own will.
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"So I don't resent you. Without the filthy flesh and blood, I have lost the basis for my existence here, but your purification has allowed me to return to myself and gain the peace of mind at the last moment..."
"Thank you for listening now...so please take this..."
At this time, Huo's explanation had come to an end, and along with it, the cracks on its body rapidly enlarged, and its body completely began to fall apart, turning into pale smoke and dust covering the surrounding area.
And at this last moment, its only remaining eye was completely opened, reflecting the image before giving away.
Almost at the same time, the flying smoke and dust rolled rapidly, converging into a different kind of scene.
"Apoptosis is also rising. I'm not sure if I can help you. I'm not sure how much you can see. My will is unclear, but I will use my last strength to persevere... I hope it will be useful."
[The current mission has been completed, No. 2-020 was successfully contained]
And then, Huo's final words sounded almost simultaneously with the task completion prompt.
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This thing...
In Fu Qian's eyes, it was clear that it was just a blurry picture made of billowing smoke, but some kind of essential, fateful connection penetrated through without any hindrance, as if it was something he would definitely pass through.
It was a long, deep river, and what flowed in it was not water, but black that was both illusory and viscous, both integrated and infinitely divisible.
And a figure is standing in this special water flow, decaying and constantly being reborn, and in the process, another figure is washed out.
That's the King of Abandoned Prisons.
Fu Qian has quite a clear understanding of this.
As for the original body, it is even clearer in comparison - it is myself.
Some higher form of self.
Even the river looked familiar. When he fought with Emperor Yasui, he seemed to have manifested himself before, which was very unusual.
An opportunity for promotion? This person helped light up the way forward with the last ripple?
While observing, it did not prevent Fu Qian from hearing various sounds, including Huo's perseverance.
Faced with such kindness, he took a breath and locked onto the opponent, and as soon as he finished speaking, he blasted out with a maximum power gospel blast.
If your will is unclear, then please enlighten me again!
Everything trembled, the unique knowledge from the Mother of Gospel instantly enlightened this will that was about to die.
It's a pity that the picture in front of me has not become clearer, but it is like adding another layer of mosaic.
I didn't feel any regret before I paid. I listened to the last few words of the task prompt and waited there quietly.
"...Wait a minute, I, it's not me -"
And just when the picture in front of me blurred and I started to bid farewell to this time and space, in the smoke and dust that was completely chaotic, an extremely weak voice, but like waking up from a dream, suddenly roared out.
"Thanks……"
The last thing I heard before paying was a more sincere thank you than the previous two.
Still somewhat savvy.
His reaction to this was to snort in his heart, and for the first time he gave a favorable review to this apoptotic dragon.
"Can't control anything except a trace of self-will"?
Who gave you the courage to think that you still have free will?
Opportunity for promotion, connection with fate?
The trick that failed to work the first time actually wants to be used on the Saint again?
When I was dealing with something called blasphemy, the next head of the Ji family had not yet taken control of the gospel group.
Sorry, the task summary will not be until tomorrow.