Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2023: Chapter 2018: Mourning God

Indeed, it was captured.

Even though the countless tentacles didn’t hit, there was no longer any point in withdrawing once locked on.

Just as Fu Qian withdrew the tentacles back into his body, a figure slowly emerged almost exactly at the attack’s previous range.

Not only wasn’t it akin to the Dragon King’s magical form, but it even resembled a human more than himself.

Blond hair, no beard, the visible parts of the face showed no signs of aging.

A white robe so splendid it was almost dazzling, apart from a hand holding a golden short staff, the rest of the body was tightly covered.

The white robe seemed to have the effect of isolating all prying eyes, making it impossible even for Fu Qian at this moment to confirm whether the other hand held a gun or something similar.

But this wasn’t the most distinctive feature; covering the eyes on the undoubtedly human face was a delicately embroidered golden band.

Red seeped from beneath, soaking the band, while blood continued to flow down, forming a mournful visage.

As your gaze follows the blood drips, you’ll find they gradually turn golden.

Returning to this perception, the head of blond hair seemed to burn like blood flames.

...

This appearance, perhaps even more appealing than that of a Tyrant.

Since it wasn’t a self-chosen look, Fu Qian admitted without burden the superiority of this revealed form.

Such presence and style, standing there without a word, conveys profound compassion, like a mourning God for living beings, perfectly dividing right from wrong.

Despite bringing greater pressure than the Dragon King, it still wasn’t the Dark Moon, Fu Qian was certain of this.

So this means God, the Dragon King, the Dark Moon... at least three powerhouses joining forces to crusade against the ancient Tyrant?

Isn’t that a bit too epic?

Am I truly playing such a classic villain role?

Although the "Poison" spreading on my body isn’t well-suited to this figure...

Fu Qian’s gaze settled on the golden staff in God’s hand, the attack that pierced my body earlier was undoubtedly unleashed from it.

It’s still triggering.

A sharp edge, indistinguishable as blood or gold in color, extends from the tip of the staff.

Even without hitting, merely aiming at me accelerates the spread of the "Poison" on my body.

It’s no surprise; like the Dragon King, appearing isn’t for peace, but to thoroughly unleash one’s power.

Theoretically, although I’ve achieved minor victories, the situation remains dire in every way.

A rapidly deteriorating contamination on my body, the slowness caused by the dragon’s roar hasn’t been resolved.

I’ve caught a hidden opponent, but at the sacrifice of hard-won opportunities for a swift kill; the soul butterfly fragments earlier gave me a significant blow.

Although the injuries aren’t unbearable, they help accelerate the spread of the "Poison."

And this is just one captured opponent; at least there’s still a Dark Moon lurking.

Now even the image has fallen behind, feeling utterly condemned by justice.

I can only say the Abandonment King died quite deservedly back then—but my own death would be unjust.

What’s the difference between this and being caught like a wanted criminal after posting an ID online?

Of course, Fu Qian didn’t try to explain because it’s meaningless—crusaders will ask if they’re open to explanations.

The next question, therefore, is if the Tyrant dies like this... how does the Dragon King meet his end?

Fu Qian vanished from the original location and reappeared beside the Dragon King’s massive body, interlaced with scales, cloaked in frost.

...

Of course, it wasn’t a spontaneous special effect; "Frostburn" doesn’t remotely achieve this level.

It was like an invasion at absolute zero, truly chilling beyond description.

The range was small, with additional special authority, making it incredibly concealed, almost unnoticed before entry.

As for why I crashed right into it—the reason is simple, it’s arranged around my teleportation point.

A chubby little bug exploded into Ice Crystals with Fu Qian’s arrival.

The near-warp-like maneuver I pulled off wasn’t a sudden revelation; it was the result of planting a Corrosion Seed inside the Dragon King’s body.

Despite forgoing a Visceral Critical Strike earlier, I implanted something, among other things.

Using the bug to trigger a side-effect-free Extreme Hunger Infection earlier,

it’s regrettable compared to "Huo," who died by my hand in the past; maybe the Dragon King isn’t a true dragon but is certainly a Superior Being.

Making it unnoticed is impossible; keeping distance, evidently isolating the small thing instead of crushing it.

Why isolate rather than crush it?

Clearly unwilling to waste it, ultimately coordinated with the persistently unseen Dark Moon to lay a trap for me.

The opponent was always waiting for any potential moves from me.

Even now, amidst being surrounded by freezing cold, the Dragon King swung its claws at me again.

Such seamless coordination, I’ve felt your resolve.

With admiration deep inside, Fu Qian activated the second effect of a Dark Moon Ring—Deep Sleep of Time and Moon.

Come, let me cooperate as well.

...

The Dark Night descends again.

It’s evident, worthy of the item exhausting the Witch to reveal its true form, the sealed power is genuine and substantial.

Even with the suspected Dark Moon directly assisting, the effect successfully activated.

Theoretically, this resembles cooperating with them in suicidal actions.

Everyone losing vision is one matter; in such a setting, the Dark Moon is markedly capable of maximizing stealth effects on itself or allies.

And using a brief intimidating period from the four halos, I finally managed to break the prior act—

Hence, any actions that bring no benefits, how could they possibly be mine?

If it wasn’t the Tyrant, then who was it?

After claws tore the Tyrant’s body again, the Dragon King seemed to ponder the question.

It seemed to come to some suspicion, resulting in the subsequent pursuits lacking determination—especially amidst the Tyrant’s relentless and cold counterattacks.

Showing no surprise at being trapped, no concern for physical damage either.

In the darkness where the Superior Being’s sharp senses remained, the previous scene of mutual damage replayed.

Differently though, this time though Dragon King’s head received damage again, the shattered bone plate was pierced by a gigantic crystal arm exuding endless cold.

Including around that terrifying body, the coldness was so intense it stagnated thought.