Chapter 601: 601 Chapter 601: 601 At the moment, it seemed that Ya Yu, who had never shown her true form, was obviously the initiator of the entire plan.
And Fu Qian wouldn’t believe in a scheme that included at least two demigods and a Divine Envoy without a margin for error.
Besides, official Demigod intervention to suppress such a matter couldn’t even be considered an accident.
As it turned out, the sleep-inducing suppression that appeared only lasted for a few seconds before something changed at the top of the lighthouse.
Count Valentin, who had previously been walking shakily, suddenly moved quickly forward, stretching out his hand to press down upon the massive horn frame.
Even though this object was considered an antique and its function had long been replaced by more complex fog horns, there was no doubt it was still quite sturdy.
However, in the next moment, Valentin twisted his withered body and actually tore the horn down with sheer force.
Such an inhuman constitution; could this person also be a puppet?
Fu Qian watched as chaos ensued among the people on top of the lighthouse.
It made sense, after all, it was the handiwork of a demigod.
And at this very moment, the horn that Valentin had torn down was already being held high by him.
The sight could be considered imposing and majestic, but Fu Qian’s focus was elsewhere.
On his right hand, for some reason, he wore a brightly colored glove.
Although it seemed intact, the style was obviously not what such an old gentleman would choose.
Wooh–
The next moment, the horn was blown again, and a sound far more exaggerated than before instantly swept across the docks.
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A Transcendent item? An amplifying effect?
At least the mental influence brought about by the sound was clearly amplified.
Fu Qian silently assessed his inner feelings.
If the previous clamor was just a bit of background noise to him, now it was akin to a loudspeaker at full volume.
Even as a demigod, he could feel an onset of restlessness and irritability.
If that was the case for a demigod, what about others?
Fu Qian glanced around, amidst the continuous surge of amplified horn sounds, whether Transcendent or ordinary people, almost all were annihilated, joining the tsunami-like howling.
The key this time was that it wasn’t just noise that was stirring up, but an actual tide of mentality.
It was like throwing a handful of fire into swamp gas.
Amidst his reflections, Fu Qian clearly saw from the corner of his eye that Frank’s quartet stood erect, uniformly facing the direction of the lighthouse, their faces full of zeal.
Even without any amplification, the voices that surged from their chests were still comparable to drinking the Mercury Storm.
And the tens of thousands of suddenly amplified choruses instantly made the sleep-inducing forces that had just appeared incapable of suppressing it any longer.
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This thing in my hand, could it also have a similar effect?
Fu Qian still hadn’t moved, looking down at the two talismans in the palm of his hand.
He could discern that the echoes coming from two other directions were also intensifying, but overall, they were at a lower level.
Because of his absence?
The tasks assigned to him and Marco were very likely similar to what Ya Yu was currently doing.
Then there was a problem.
The influence of this artifact seemed to be something that those below a Demigod couldn’t be immune to.
Just before, Fu Qian had already seen an example; a man with a large beard who seemed to be an official figure, at least Fourth Phase in standard, was howling not far from the lighthouse.
So no matter if it was Camus or Marco, as soon as they squeezed the talisman, it was highly likely they’d behave like that man.
Until the clamor subsided, and the Night Watchman came to collect the people.
The notion of ‘lighting a fire and then running away’ is merely a comfort.
What kind of gain must it be to use two Fourth Phase Transcendents as expendables?
Marveling at the Native Council’s bold move, Fu Qian’s vision caught sight of a new change.
Around the top of the lighthouse, a pitch-black curtain suddenly separated it from the real world, making it an ill fit.
And just as everyone’s movements were awkward and disjointed, they suddenly became like they were stuck in a viscous liquid, their movements extremely sluggish.
It was a pity that the mad blare of the horn, akin to a chorus of tens of thousands, pierced through the barrier and continually pushed the tide of minds to new peaks.
It was indeed the work of a Demigod, but it was not enough.
During his analysis, Fu Qian saw a huge shadow rising from the sea.
With flashes of lightning and roaring thunder, something seemed to be continually surfacing amidst the exaggeratedly tall waves.
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The next moment, there was suddenly another person atop the lighthouse.
It was an old lady wrapped in a black robe, appearing silently as if she had torn through the darkness.
And upon her appearance, she reached out to grab Count Valentin, aiming for the hand that wore the glove.
A Demigod, but not Chelphus.
Fu Qian quickly made his judgment.
The Night Watchman also had formidable forces, could it be that they placed a Demigod at each horn location?
That lullaby sound just now should also be from this old lady.
Clearly with a specific goal in mind, she must have perceived the special effect of the glove and tried to destroy it directly.
Perhaps it’s not easy, but definitely easier than killing a Demigod.
Unfortunately, in the next moment, a gold-inlaid cane blocked her path.
Then, with a tap into the Void, the black curtain behind her was suddenly disrupted.
Veheler, unsurprisingly, made his move, standing guard like a bodyguard.
Under the disruption, the old lady Demigod’s movements seemed to also be affected by that slowing influence, she could no longer act independently.
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The rampaging waves slapped around, nearly blurring the lines between heaven and earth.
And the obstructed old lady Demigod did not seem surprised by this one-against-two situation.
She extended her left hand forward, reaching into the Void.
With her movement, the seemingly tangible darkness suddenly became unstable at an accelerating rate, and quickly began to dissipate in pieces.
As the darkness fell apart, so did everything on top of the lighthouse.
Including the already tumbling crowd, who silently shattered into pieces.
Even Veheler across from her let out a grunt and stepped back.
A decision of lethal efficiency.
Fu Qian silently nodded, understanding why she had acted this way.
This was, in fact, a multiple-choice question. The current clamor was not something that mortal flesh could endure, and if not stopped quickly, in time, there might be tens of thousands of imbeciles.
This was probably why she had decisively given up earlier, choosing not to forcefully oppose and suppress it.
Facing two Demigods and upon realizing she could not achieve a swift victory, the Demigod made a decisive decision to “cleanse” indiscriminately, seeking to interrupt Count Valentin’s guidance as quickly as possible.
As for the innocent victims… a Demigod of her age should have been easily able to cope with such mental torment by now.
Eventually, as the darkness completely dissipated, Valentine’s body finally trembled.
The next moment, his body, glove, and horn fell apart, and the terrifying clamor ceased to climb further.
Of course, what was even more bizarre was that the frenzied waves outside the lighthouse also stopped surging, frozen in mid-air like a sculpture.