Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2024: Chapter 2019: Second Night

What’s that old saying—A gift from the Pontiff is just a gift, and if you find it useless, you’re just using it wrong.

Never cheapen your resources, no matter how others prove to you that they’re worthless.

An assassination that could bring down even a true Tyrant, despite being on home ground, Fu Qian never thought he could easily handle it.

Because if you change your perspective, it means the Tyrant, despite being on his own turf, still died after exerting all his effort.

So, as a revised version, to avoid repeating the same mistakes, one must maximize their own advantages.

For example, information.

Even if he doesn’t fully understand who the "God" behind the stabbing really is, it appears that the attackers don’t seem to know him as well as they knew the original version.

Such a vast information gap, how could it not be utilized well?

As early as he saw Dark Moon opposed to Ying Cheng and the others, Fu Qian was already pondering the possible uses of the Dark Moon Ring.

Decisive in action, perfectly coordinated, each one exceptionally skilled—it truly was a terrifying assassination squad, regardless of their motives.

But as a true Superior Being, Fu Qian didn’t believe they were so close-knit as to share the same ideological entity.

The only conceivable motivation for such collective actions was shared interest.

Though Dark Moon never directly acted, given the information Red Moon had once provided, it was hard not to suspect its leadership in the operations.

In such a scenario, apart from tearing through them by force, is there a more efficient solution?

Yes, make the common interest unreliable.

For example, it might seem like an assassination of the Tyrant, but the actual target being plotted against was someone else; the Hunter may in fact be the prey.

In the previous skirmishes, having shown so many anomalies, why didn’t they ask even once?

Too normal, Superior Beings always trust their own judgment; words are meant for others to hear.

And now they need to make a good judgment themselves.

In the darkness, when Fu Qian’s right hand once again pierced the Dragon King’s head, it didn’t even have time to continue moving before it seemed to encounter a meat grinder.

Clearly, it’s the inside of the skull, yet there are countless sharp teeth, destroying everything while slicing it apart.

The Dragon King truly is a genuine Superior Being, even after setting such a trap in cooperation with Dark Moon, he still kept his mind open and kept an extra card up his sleeve.

But it’s okay, in the next moment, Fu Qian still pulled out his right hand, Visceral Critical Strike.

Roar—

The Dragon King finally let out his second cry.

...

Left and Right, for a Superior Being capable of making such a grand invention as a vow, how could an expert not respect them?

Anticipate enemies generously, though uncertain if there are other means, it’s clearly necessary to be well-prepared.

Obviously, it’s impossible to prepare for everything, but for Fu Qian, the outcome he needed to ensure was just to successfully unleash that Visceral Critical Strike.

So what he did was simple; even trapped, with his body becoming heavy and fragile, he still simultaneously counterattacked without hesitation, while activating "Left and Right."

Previous tests had proven, due to concept confusion, the damage received would be transferred.

Maybe not able to escape all types of traps, but at least during the Visceral Critical Strike, he would get an extra prepared arm.

Facts showed, it is so important to respect others.

As his left arm left outside was shredded to pieces, Fu Qian shut down Left and Right, completing the Visceral Critical Strike.

And not only was his whole body shrouded in cold power, but Dark Moon even needlessly helped by turning off the lights.

Amidst such incredibility, a sharp edge at the top of a certain Golden Staff finally arrived, albeit late.

Tendril Barrage Devastator!

And it just happened to meet the countless "mechanical" tendrils bursting from the Tyrant’s body.

...

The second Dark Night in the Land of Self-Abandonment ended a bit sooner than the first.

And just as light returned, a shocking scene appeared simultaneously.

The Abandonment King, walking in His realm, was surprisingly cloaked in icy moonlight.

Half his body was already shattered, yet hundreds and thousands of tendrils torn from it pierced the Dragon King’s body from all directions, spewing forth blood with a strange sheen.

Vitality is not this Superior Being’s weak point, but even with the addition of the Power of Calamity, this tit-for-tat exchange clearly still made it hard for Him to bear.

Stupid, isn’t it?

The basis for our special effects is the power of decree, even backed by "world weary" at the core.

And in the face of a once again self-preserving "God" who halted His movements, Fu Qian was quite satisfied with this outcome.

This preservation of strength is entirely understandable.

After all, though the Dark Night is over, the aura on me is indeed too much like a Dark Moon.

As for the term "stupid," it’s not aimed at Him, but at the Dark Moon still hiding.

Why did the Deep Sleep of Time and Moon end so quickly?

Simple, clearly it’s the intervention of this high-level power.

With such unexpected twists, to continue unifying thought, the handling must be decisive.

Unfortunately, the most dazzling special effect on me is the Decree Residue under Frostburn.

With the decree at its core, dealing with Dark Moon seems a bit beyond its reach.

Not to mention there’s another point, the visually subtle Return Edict apparently has some positive effect against the "Poison" pervading my body.

So much so that the rate of erosion might differ from what They imagined, as if prepared in advance.

Even so, a crimson hue still spreads ominously from the wound, filled with chaos and malice.

...

Seems like I know how that special Curse, Crimson Frenzy, came about.

Also, one wonders if at this very moment, the big shots are secretly exchanging words?

Though the standard should be high enough now, the renowned Zen Path master Jade Soul Master once said, language is an extremely inefficient communication method, full of errors.

Ssskkk!

In this subtle atmosphere, Fu Qian inadvertently chose not to be subtle along.

As his tendrils and arms were shredded apart by the Dragon King’s sharp body, he tightly bound those two strange wings.

Wondering how the Dragon King died?

No problem, just kill him again.

With a pleasant sound effect, one wing was forcibly torn off by Fu Qian, butterfly scales fluttering in the air.

Could it be that your initial assessment was wrong, who gave you the courage to face the Tyrant head-on?

Still the remastered version.

Boom—

And with the second wing, cracks like countless eggshells exploded across the Dragon King’s already broken body.

Simultaneously, Fu Qian detonated the calamity accumulated on this being.

Slash—

However, accompanied by the Dragon King’s thunderous fall, the Tyrant walking high above His realm was also torn with wounds.

As for the source of this damage, it was even more subtle, originating from the damage on the Dragon King.

It wasn’t damage transfer, just this calamity being partially reflected onto himself.

Using predetermined disasters as power... a magical means, yet I seem to have encountered something similar before.

With this commotion, Fu Qian had already set his sights on another target under the Dark Moon’s curtain.

Even a somewhat familiar target—Holy Infant Star.

Just as expected, for someone to come to even murder in his home, there must be a reason.