Chapter 464: Chapter 464 Wasteland Arc (26)_1 Chapter 464: Chapter 464 Wasteland Arc (26)_1 Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be in peril.
The oversized angel before him had practically paid the price for his good habits in an instant.
He clearly took great pride in his judgment and did not make even the slightest attempt to dodge.
And the Demigod Level Air Bullet directly left him without a scrap of remains above the neck.
Facing a beheading without a drop of blood, Fu Qian confirmed one thing—this guy definitely didn’t run out from that corpse.
Knowing exactly how many bullets he had loaded, it was obvious that he had been following all along.
And if that was the case, then a question arises—
A special Transcendent, not affiliated with the Siren Group, stealthily following everyone to such a place, risking being discovered and swatted to death, secretly protecting two demigods?
Such a thought process and motivation are indeed curious!
Of course, although the giant body did not self-repair like before, Fu Qian was very certain it had not died.
Even as it lost its head, the white wings on its back now seemed even more radiant and dazzling.
The kind of holy light it emitted would have had anyone with a slightly weaker will kneeling and worshipping by now.
And the next moment, the headless torso stretched out its arms, its wings behind it white-hot like fire.
Almost in an instant, Fu Qian noticed what seemed like snowflakes falling from the sky.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be densely packed feathers, each crystalline and translucent, like a dream or illusion.
Despite their density, like a snowstorm, the speed at which the feathers fell was not fast, making it not difficult to avoid them.
It seemed somewhat unrealistic to kill someone with such a move.
[SAN Points reduced by 1]
Before the feathers even touched him, Fu Qian directly reached out to grab one, intending to research it, when an unexpected prompt appeared.
There’s such a thing? Just like that, SAN Points dropped!
In surprise, Fu Qian looked at his palm where the feather, clearly not a physical object, appeared to be some special energy structure that dissipated the moment it touched his skin.
The prompt appeared at the same time, clearly caused by this.
But unlike usual, even though his SAN Points were reduced, he didn’t feel any of the typical confusion or haziness of consciousness; instead, his mind seemed to become even more lucid and transparent, as if all the impurities of the soul had been cleansed.
Euthanasia?
When it came to associations, Fu Qian always had a unique way of thinking, and that word popped up instantly.
Seriously, with my current SAN Points being only two hundred, if every feather that falls on me reduces one point, I’m afraid I would turn into an idiot in the blink of an eye.
Who would have thought, in such a mission, there would be such hidden danger lurking?
Indeed, no matter when, one must always maintain curiosity.
If I hadn’t wanted to study the feather just now, I would have already lost several more SAN Points by now.
But now that I’m on guard, these things have no chance of hitting me.
Fu Qian’s body almost instantly turned into an afterimage, escaping the area covered by the feathers.
However, the skill that Brother Angel without a head cast was centered on himself, inevitably increasing the distance between them.
Fu Qian stood at one end of the girder, just watching the other continue casting the spell.
The feathers dissolved instantly upon touching Brother Angel’s body, seeming to have no effect.
But this didn’t mean his situation was at all safe, as the sounds of the thunderstorm in the room at the end of the hallway were becoming more intense.
If he continued posing here, it was highly likely that two demigods would soon appear right behind him.
And Fu Qian didn’t believe that Kelson and his companion would show any kindness towards this figure when that happened.
Fu Qian was deep in thought when a strange transformation suddenly occurred.
The headless Brother Angel’s body was melting amidst the surging feathers.
Starting from the severed neck, his remaining body inch by inch turned to ash.
In just a few seconds, the massive corpse had vanished into thin air, and the omnipresent feathers disappeared along with it.
There was such a trick!
Fu Qian nodded to himself, impressed that the being could slip away right under his nose. They sure had a few tricks up their sleeve!
At this point, it seemed it was also time for him to leave.
Fu Qian turned his head for a glance.
Amidst a loud crashing sound, a somewhat familiar black door, mixed with innumerable fragments of rock, broke through the corridor wall and fell into the pool at his feet, causing a significant ripple of green waves.
Having no interest in tangling with the rampaging Kelson, Fu Qian simply turned around and walked away before the other could burst through.
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The return trip felt like an easy ride, and soon the huge mirror reappeared before his eyes.
At this moment, the hall was deserted, and it was clear that the Middle Tier survivors hadn’t wandered around here, obediently retreating.
Looking at the large mirror shining like mercury, Fu Qian stepped closer, examining the twisted reflection inside.
Along the way, this thing was undoubtedly quite a special existence.
And its placement here indicated its significant meaning.
Standing alone amongst the feathers, Fu Qian increasingly felt a peculiar calm in his heart.
Up to now, everyone who entered here seemed to be affected by this sort of mental influence.
Whether they were Middle Tier, Demigod, or the cannon fodder who died at the beginning.
Brother Overcoat Montes, among others, had even grown feathers.
And at this moment, Fu Qian thought of something he had encountered before – Sinflame.
At first glance, it seemed unrelated, but upon closer consideration, the two shared quite a few similarities.
Both located in the wasteland, both ancient relics, both affecting their surroundings without exception.
There was the Statue of Sinful Goddess on one side, and here, a massive mirror.
The only clear difference was that, according to previous knowledge, the Statue of Sinful Goddess appeared with a standard periodicity, only for three days each year, and vanished automatically after the time passed.
However, based on past experience, his tasks were clearly never that simple, so this Angel Dungeon was likely to be permanent.
This point could not be overlooked, but if one considered the opposite – assuming that the Angel Dungeon and the Goddess of Sin did indeed possess the same nature – could it be that this permanent state was an anomaly?
And if his mission was to make the Secret Angel Dungeon disappear, would it be to end this anomaly, allowing it to vanish normally like the Goddess of Sin?
Otherwise, it was truly hard to understand how to “conceal” such an enormous entity.
After all, even if all those in the know were killed, the relic was still here, which could hardly be considered comprehensive.
And if this line of thinking was pursued further, one question that needed to be clear was what exactly caused this anomaly here?
Unfortunately, regarding this question, the information currently in his possession was still too scant.
Fu Qian looked towards the passage from which he had come.
From what he had observed before, the Angel brother clearly knew more than the others.
And although he had managed to escape just now, in his hasty retreat, he had still revealed some things.
The huge, decaying body, a world that was faintly losing its colors; not long ago, Fu Qian had encountered a similar scene in Ji Yicheng’s Ashfall.