Eldritch Horror Theatre

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles.

The oversized Angel in front of him paid the price for his good habits almost instantly.

He was clearly proud of his judgment, not making even the slightest evasive maneuver.

And the Demigod Level Air Bullet completely obliterated everything above his neck, leaving nothing behind.

Staring at the severed neck that didn't bleed a single drop, Fu Qian confirmed one thing—this guy definitely hadn't popped out of that corpse.

Knowing exactly how many bullets he had loaded meant the guy had clearly been following them all along.

And if that was the case, a question arose—

A special transcendent not belonging to the Siren Group had followed everyone all the way to a place like this, risking being discovered and swatted to death, just to secretly protect two demigods?

The thought process and motive behind this were genuinely intriguing!

In fact, after losing its head, the pure white wings on its back looked even more dazzling and radiant.

Faced with that holy radiance, anyone with a weaker will would probably already be on their knees worshiping it.

The next moment, the headless body spread its arms, the wings on its back blazing as white as fire.

Almost instantly, Fu Qian noticed what looked like snowflakes falling from above.

Looking closer, they were actually densely packed feathers. Each one was crystal clear and dreamlike.

However, even though they fell as thick as a blizzard, their descent was slow. Dodging them wouldn't be difficult.

Trying to kill someone with this kind of trick didn't seem very realistic.

[SAN Value -1]

Before a feather could even land on him, Fu Qian reached out and caught one. Just as he was about to study it, an unexpected prompt rang out.

There's such a thing? It actually drained SAN Value just like that!

Surprised, Fu Qian looked at his palm. The feather was clearly not a physical object, but a special energy structure that dissipated the instant it touched his skin.

The prompt had appeared at the exact same time, evidently triggered by the contact.

But unlike usual, even though his SAN Value had dropped, there was no feeling of a blurred or chaotic consciousness. Instead, his mind became even clearer, as if all the distracting thoughts in his soul had been purified.

Euthanasia?

Fu Qian's associations were always unorthodox, and the word instantly jumped to mind.

His current SAN Value was only two hundred. If every feather that landed on him reduced it by one, he would be turned into an idiot in the blink of an eye.

Who could have imagined that such a hidden danger lurked in a task like this?

Sure enough, a person always had to maintain their curiosity, no matter the situation.

If he hadn't wanted to study it just now, he would have lost several more points of SAN Value by now.

And now that he was prepared, it was impossible for these things to hit him.

Fu Qian's body instantly blurred into an afterimage, darting out of the feathers' area of effect.

However, this skill released by the headless Angel bro was centered on himself, inevitably widening the distance between the two of them.

Fu Qian stood at one end of the beam, simply watching the other party continuously cast his spell.

The feathers dissipated instantly upon touching the Angel bro's body as well, seemingly having no effect on him.

This didn't mean the guy was safe, however. In the room at the end of the corridor, the sound of thunderstorms was already growing increasingly fierce.

If this guy kept striking poses here, there was a high probability that two demigods would soon be on his tail.

And Fu Qian didn't think Kelsen and the other demigod would show the guy any goodwill when that happened.

While Fu Qian was thinking, an unusual change suddenly occurred.

The headless Angel bro's body actually began to melt amidst the surging feathers.

Starting from the severed neck, his ruined body turned to flying ash inch by inch.

In just a few seconds, the massive corpse vanished into thin air, and the sky full of feathers disappeared along with it.

There's a move like that too!

Fu Qian nodded. To be able to slip away right under his nose, this guy really had some tricks up his sleeve!

Speaking of which, it seemed it was time for him to leave too.

Fu Qian turned his head to look.

Amidst a loud crash, a somewhat familiar black door, mixed with countless shattered stones, smashed through the wall of the corridor and plunged all the way down into the pool below, stirring up a flurry of green ripples.

Having no interest in tangling with a rampaging Kelsen, Fu Qian simply turned and left before the man could charge out.

...

The return trip was a familiar route, and soon the giant Mirror appeared before his eyes once again.

At this moment, the hall was completely empty. The surviving Mid Tiers clearly hadn't wandered around blindly; they had obediently retreated.

Looking at the massive mirror surface that shone dazzlingly like Mercury, Fu Qian took two steps closer, examining the distorted image within.

Judging from everything he had seen along the way, this object was undoubtedly a rather special existence.

And the fact that it was set up here also proved that it held significant importance.

Standing alone amidst a scatter of feathers, Fu Qian increasingly felt an eerie calmness in his heart.

Up to this point, everyone who had entered this place seemed to have been affected by this mental influence.

Whether they were Mid Tiers or demigods, or even the cannon fodder who had died at the very beginning.

Among them, Brother Overcoat Montes had even grown feathers.

And at this very moment, Fu Qian inexplicably recalled something he had come into contact with before—Sin Fire.

At first glance, they seemed totally unrelated like wind, ox, and horse, but thinking about it carefully, the two still shared considerable similarities.

Both were located in the Wasteland, both were Ancient Ruins, and both influenced their surroundings with complete disregard for everything else.

While that side had the Statue of the Goddess of Sins, this side had the giant Mirror.

The only obvious difference was that, according to his previous understanding, the appearance of the Statue of the Goddess of Sins had a standard periodicity. It only appeared for three days every year, and once the time passed, it vanished automatically.

But based on past experience, his mission obviously couldn't be that easy, so this Angel Dungeon should be a continuous existence.

This point truly couldn't be ignored. But thinking about it in reverse, assuming the Angel Dungeon and the Goddess of Sins were indeed of the same nature, could this continuous existence be an anomaly?

And the mission's objective regarding the Secret Angel Dungeon was to end this anomaly, making it disappear normally just like the Goddess of Sins?

Otherwise, it was truly hard to understand how to "conceal" such a behemoth.

After all, even if he killed off all the witnesses, the Ruins would still be here; it would hardly count as thorough.

Following this line of thought, there was one question that had to be figured out: what exactly triggered the anomaly here?

Unfortunately, the information he currently grasped regarding this question was still far too little.

Fu Qian looked toward the corridor they had come from.

Judging from his earlier performance, that Angel bro clearly knew more than the others.

And although he had successfully escaped just now, in his haste, he had still exposed a few things.

A massive and decaying body, a world that had faintly lost its color... not long ago, he had encountered a similar scene right within Ji Yicheng's Ash Descent.

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