Chapter 847: Chapter 845: Ignition (19) (Additional release 4/5 for the Yin alliance “Jiekunte”) Chapter 847: Chapter 845: Ignition (19) (Additional release 4/5 for the Yin alliance “Jiekunte”) Akasha’s extremities, although extraordinary, still seemed inadequate before the Divine Envoy’s lethal methods.
It merely held on for half a second, and when placed into the flames, the dark red surface began to seep a blood-like liquid that instantly evaporated.
A strange fragrance also dispersed, refreshing the soul.
Before the attempt, Fu Qian had wondered if it would smell like roasted crab claws; however, it proved it did not.
It was an attractive fragrance on almost a genetic level, leading one’s thoughts irresistibly toward carnal desires.
After inhaling it, Fu Qian even recalled a movie he had seen years ago.
In that movie, the protagonist gathered the scents of many women to create a masterful perfume, perhaps a hundred times diluted compared to the current situation?
Suddenly, the entire bar fell victim; the scene and sounds turned chaotic, so much so that no one noticed the human torch nearby.
No need to thank me.
Due to Xiumeng’s actions earlier, there was an evident chill, but now the atmosphere had been revived.
Fu Qian sat still, his talents and fame hidden away.
As the chaos persisted for five seconds, someone from outside finally couldn’t stand it any longer.
A thick cloud of white mist quickly enveloped the entire bar.
The temperature plummeted instantly, and Fu Qian thought he heard the tables and chairs creaking under the extreme cold.
The guests could hardly stand it, their movements slowing as their enthusiasm was forcibly cooled.
“Everyone get out.”
The next moment, alongside a cold voice, a figure appeared in the bar.
Judging by the aura, this was undoubtedly a Demigod; however, its appearance…
Surveying the bar’s new patron, Fu Qian was somewhat surprised.
Although it sounded like a female voice, what stood there was an Ice Wolf that walked on all fours.
About one meter tall, its slender body translucent, enveloped in white mist from head to tail, it looked like a sprite stepping out of the snow, with deep blue eyes firmly fixed in their direction.
Definitely unacquainted.
So many Demigods in this place, truly a dime a dozen.
The one who had likely just performed the physical Purification Mantra was probably this individual.
Among Fu Qian’s reflections, several more figures appeared.
Foremost among them were Akasha and Ballard, with whom he had fervently interacted before.
Their reactions were unanimously shocked as they glanced over the dimming remains and Fu Qian’s appearance.
Particularly Akasha, whose gaze first fixated on the half-burned claw in Fu Qian’s hand, then flicked between Fu Qian and Ballard, her expression complex.
Inescapably, other than differing colors, the styles of the two were too similar.
…
“Who are you?”
Although Ballard’s face wasn’t visible, the shock was evident, and he was the first to speak.
“Ha… Ballard…”
Wrapped in strange armor, Fu Qian spoke to himself, filled with emotion.
“An unrelenting enforcer of order, it’s truly unpleasant to see you.”
“Are you suggesting you’re the ‘Clown’?”
Ballard scoffed.
“Let’s not discuss the apparent difference in ranking; when you try to impersonate someone, you should learn more. The Clown, after all, would never agree to turn into someone like me!”
“Clown or Andiel, call me whatever you want,”
Unfazed by the skepticism, Fu Qian remained indifferent.
“As for this appearance, I had it custom-made; how do you feel?”
…
Clearly, Ballard was keen to cut through him with a sword.
But as the sole eyewitness on scene, even with a bizarre identity, he could not yet act accordingly.
“Where are those people?”
Ballard abruptly changed the topic.
“Infighting, they left.”
Fu Qian’s response was equally brief.
“That’s impossible–”
“I know, you had a tight net cast outside, and as outsiders, there’s no way they could escape so comfortably.”
“Unfortunately, there were two Divine Envoys in their group.”
Fu Qian revealed the most explosive information in the calmest tone.
“Not too far from here, in a carriage, there was almost another Divine Envoy acting as a lookout; your moves had already been spotted.”
Divine Envoy…
The title clearly held a significant deterrent effect, causing a few Demigods to momentarily hold their breath.
Yet, the prior death of two Demigods made it impossible to deny this possibility.
“So now, are you relieved that they escaped?”
The next moment, Fu Qian’s voice was mocking.
“After all, even if you pile up bodies in a human wave tactic, with you few acting as the vanguard, the casualty rate is likely to be quite high.”
…
“So are you saying that Andiel is the one who’s dead? Then why are you holding my possession?”
Ballard was at a loss for words, and Akasha couldn’t help but speak.
“Did you just verify Andiel was here by using this object?”
Fu Qian was twiddling a tempered fingertip in his hand.
“Smart, but not enough.”
“Playing such tricks in front of a Divine Envoy is highly risky!”
His implication was clear: Akasha’s investigation was recklessly executed, exposing their intentions.
“You still haven’t said why you have this thing in your possession!”
While Akasha was deeply shaken, Ice Wolf, who had spoken only once since the beginning, now spoke up.
“Good question!”
Despite his unnatural form, Fu Qian showed no contempt and looked directly aside.
“Because what turned into ashes was the Clown’s body and Andiel’s will.”
“Faced with that Hunting Squad, I was completely powerless and was just lying here falling into madness; however, suddenly there was a moment when my will became incredibly clear.”
He pointed at his head.
“Next, I witnessed ‘my own’ body begin to rapidly burn.”
“Are you saying… that the opposing party used special means to swap your wills?”
Akasha’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed; she understood but was reluctant to believe.
“The Divine Envoy’s methods are elusive, but clearly, I wasn’t the purpose of their action, as they simply left once it was done.”
Fu Qian spoke, having devised the screenplay beforehand.
“That’s also why I believe they encountered internal conflict.”
“Will swapping… I’ve never heard of such an ability.”
Ballard’s face helmet slowly opened, frowning at the Ice Wolf.
“What do you think, Crystal?”
“People in the bar indeed carry strange marks; they are beyond understanding, of high Ranking.”
Though his appearance was unnatural, it was clear that the one called Crystal was nodding.
“But such one-sided claims can’t prove anything.”
“I think you can hand over the person to the Prophet to make a judgment.”
“…I actually think killing this guy outright is the best way to handle it.”
Ballard clearly displayed dissatisfaction with Fu Qian’s mimicry and leaned towards getting rid of him outright.
“If he were that easy to kill, could he still sit here and tell us all this?”
Yet Crystal’s voice became more dominant, somewhat imperiously urging Ballard to follow his own suggestion.