Eldritch Horror Theatre

Regardless of his appearance, Fu Qian had always been a materialist.

Everything had to follow objective laws; subjective initiative had its limits.

His earlier analysis of the worst-case scenario hadn't been just talk; it was based on detailed reasoning.

Judging by his experience dealing with Ariel, a Tier 2 had clearly grasped some conceptual authority. Add the home-field advantage of the full moon, and if Ambor was dead set on leaving, there was indeed a high probability they wouldn't be able to keep him here.

Therefore, in Fu Qian's view, joining the attack right off the bat really didn't make much sense.

Of course, that was under normal circumstances. If he truly wanted to go all out at any cost, he still held a few trump cards, such as the Pseudo-God Incarnation he had never used before.

But his role this time was to hold the line. No matter how you looked at it, the situation hadn't reached the point where he needed to burn 10 SAN Value.

Without using that kind of trump card, if he really wanted to change the outcome, he would need to find another way.

So, after some thought, Fu Qian made a special decision: he would respond to the call.

Ambor had been sleeping on brushwood and tasting gall for several centuries, yet the Progenitor hadn't shown any reaction.

Yet, the very first time he synchronized into this world, the revelation immediately appeared. It was hard to imagine this being a pure coincidence.

If a causal relationship truly existed, a natural guess would be that this Progenitor of the Blood Clan was doing this precisely because of his appearance.

Was her goal to guide Ambor to Shangjing to find him, just so he could hear this call?

He hadn't realized he was so popular!

Actually, looking at it from this angle, playing it safe meant he probably shouldn't respond until he confirmed the Red Moon's true intentions. In fact, that was exactly what Fu Qian had been doing up until now.

However, he could hear from the call that she was undoubtedly very eager to get a response and establish a connection.

Ambor was nothing more than a pawn for her first attempt.

Being constantly targeted by an entity like this wasn't a good thing; it meant that unexpected events like today's would likely occur endlessly.

Under these circumstances, taking a risk to seize the initiative wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

There was another reason as well: Fu Qian had always been curious about the exact state of the Progenitor of the Blood Clan.

If Annalise had already fallen, who was this?

Obviously, to the vast majority of the Blood Clan, she was the genuine Progenitor, never questioned.

This was Fu Qian's primary motivation for responding to the call.

Furthermore, he wasn't completely unprepared for this dangerous move; he had his Pseudo-God Incarnation at the ready.

The moment his SAN Value began to drop, he could activate it.

Burning 10 SAN Value just to hold the line was unnecessary, but using it to pry into the secrets of a God was definitely worth it.

As for what changes introducing such a variable would bring to the almost inevitable conclusion, that would be an incidental bonus.

...

Almost instantly, Fu Qian felt everything become illusory. His very existence seemed to transcend time and space.

A boundless Red Moon appeared right before his eyes.

"Child!"

A joyful cheer rang out, creating an agitation that far surpassed the previous ones.

But there was no drop in SAN Value.

Fu Qian silently noted.

This entity's status was extremely high, but from the very beginning, she had shown herself to be quite friendly, seemingly restraining herself intentionally.

"This is wonderful, this is wonderful, this is..."

Following the cheer, no actual words came through, only layer upon layer of emotional sighs.

The emotion contained within them actually felt exactly like a mother searching for her child.

"Now... is not the time... go back..."

He didn't know how much time had passed before the emotional voice finally stopped, and Fu Qian realized the Red Moon seemed to be receding.

"Do not drown in the Lie..."

With that final sentence, the Red Moon rapidly shrank, its full appearance slowly revealing itself before his eyes.

Wait a minute!

For a brief moment, Fu Qian suddenly had a strange feeling.

The mottled marks and deep ravines on the Red Moon seemed to follow some bizarre pattern.

Not long ago, something else had given him this exact feeling—Hamadus.

The massive battleship that the God of Clamor had twisted into.

Could it be that the entire moon was also...

Just as this thought emerged, the Red Moon completely faded away, and all its details vanished.

...

Could it be that, just like Hamadus, the Red Moon was also formed from a twisted body?

Just what kind of entity would that be?

As his consciousness returned, this thought continued to echo in Fu Qian's mind.

And she hoped that he would be able to "see through the Lie" and ultimately save her?

"What variable?"

Amid his thoughts, Ambor's voice rang out.

The exchange just now had indeed occurred outside of time. Fu Qian looked toward the voice and found that Chief Yuan also wore a confused expression.

"What kind of reading comprehension is that? I already said it was an unknown variable."

Faced with Ambor's question, Fu Qian let out a long sigh.

"Wait a minute, I think I know now."

Realizing something the next moment, he pointed at Ambor.

Fu Qian was absolutely certain that, although he had established a connection with the Red Moon, the other party hadn't rained down seven or eight layers of divine grace or anything of the sort. His own strength hadn't changed in the slightest.

Instead, someone else's power had changed—for instance, the guy right here.

"How is this possible!"

The next moment, Ambor let out the wail of a defeated dog, so filled with sorrow and despair that it was moving.

"It seems the variable is useful after all."

At the same time, looking at the changes around him, Fu Qian sighed with emotion.

The red moonlight in the room had dimmed. It no longer poured in from all directions, leaving only a single ray shining through the window once again.

This seemed to indicate that the authority someone had been sharing from the Progenitor had lost its effect.

Even that feeling of transcendence above all else was rapidly dissipating.

Could such a thing actually happen?

It seemed this guy's Divine Emissary status was fake. The Red Moon had temporarily given him a fake diploma just to find him, and once her goal was achieved, she took it back?

This variable was a little too ideal.

...

The room was as silent as the grave.

Following Fu Qian's reminder, everyone could sense the changes occurring in Ambor's body.

In the next instant, Ambor's body suddenly turned ethereal. Ignoring Serana entirely, he charged straight at the barrier created by Yuan Shan.

No matter what, it was still a full moon. Even if he had fallen from the Divine Emissary state, he still possessed a certain level of suppressive power.

And although he couldn't understand what had just happened, Ambor clearly didn't intend to stay and figure it out. He planned to run first and worry about it later.

Faced with this scene, Fu Qian still didn't make a move.

The next moment, a sharp blade light tore through the air, piercing through everything with unstoppable momentum.

Guided by her hunter's intuition, without even needing a reminder, the demigod Su Gao struck with all her might.

With a wail that tore at the soul, Ambor plummeted heavily from mid-air and was instantly engulfed by black Spikes shooting from all directions.

"You..."

Taking a step forward to trap the target, Yuan Shan looked at Fu Qian and Su Gao, momentarily at a loss for words.

"There, I've finished holding the line."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian clearly had no intention of explaining it to her.

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