Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2532: Chapter 2527: Blood Face

Three Faces.

Since I’m posing as Old Master Lu, of course, I should use our Rebirth Club’s signature move.

Fire, electricity, blood... This move was once an Insight gain, though its control isn’t very strong, the randomness of its effect is astonishingly powerful, coupled with its flamboyant visual effects.

It’s certainly a perfect showcase of our club’s divine power.

Of course, even if it randomly chooses electricity, it’s still not very environmentally friendly.

The intricate structure, once admired, has now been reduced to dust in this horrifying impact, including the strange residual waves that continue to echo.

In the blinding bloom of light, Fu Qian confirmed he wasn’t mistaken—a pair of enormous wings, seemingly forged from shadows, extended unobstructed, ready to fly.

Even the shape of the wings looked familiar, reminiscent of the huge headless angel viewed in Engraving Wisdom during the last visit.

So there is a "Fallen" angel? Just not posing outside anymore?

Fu Qian marveled inwardly.

Even the formidable ranking seemed much more reasonable now.

Even targeted attacks aren’t easy to drop SAN Points from the current self; it must be such a creation akin to a Superior Being.

Moreover, under the violent strike of First Phase magnitude, the target seemed hardly devastated—as if in good condition, even.

The reason is simple — it was struck obliquely.

The following ranged attacks are fast, but the opponent’s determination to escape is quite steadfast, unhindered by the environment, so the ballistic attack was not a Calamity blast, merely grazing slightly.

Furthermore, even grazing might not happen next, the Fallen Angel’s agility is still strong, even without moving, they could easily maneuver—shh!

Ignoring the opponent’s introversion entirely, Fu Qian’s hands were already transforming, Three Faces continued to activate.

However, this time, the style slightly differed—not the deformed giant beast’s head, but the entire left arm torn apart in a "burst."

Indeed, Fu Qian found this term most fitting.

It was flesh, yet at that moment it seemed more like a plant blooming from within.

Each petal was uncertainly fluttering, but carried a peculiar beauty disturbing the vision, vaguely resembling flickering tentacles.

And amidst their embrace, the blood surged forth, sweeping away everything before it.

...

Finally, it’s emerged once.

Or perhaps it’s because of the Fallen Angel’s dignity, the first time to witness what Blood Face truly looked like.

In the strange transformation, at that moment, a sense of satisfaction rose in Fu Qian’s heart.

Of course, it wasn’t that anything went wrong... Three Faces contains a total of three faces, it’s just that the final "blood" release probability was evidently low, this time it randomly chosen it.

As for why it’s credited to the Fallen Angel, one reason is indeed being targeted by His firepower coverage.

Another reason is for noticing a special point—the blood spurted out might appear red and viscous, but follows through as immaterial as the current target?

With a glance, it could be seen that the terrifying outflow of blood covered is a fan-like shape similar to fire and electricity.

But when the spout ended and the scarlet dissipated, it seemed as if not a single red cell was left around.

Moreover, the fan-shape seemed even shorter, so even if the Fallen Angel didn’t dodge, it wouldn’t reach——truly impressive.

As hard as it was to produce the cherished special effect, the outcome seemed rather disappointing, somewhat letting one down at first glance.

Nevertheless, carefully inspecting the scene before him, Fu Qian’s sense of winning increased instead of decreased, even reaching out for a nearby lamp stand.

"What... what exactly are you?"

At this moment, the golden-browed receptionist finally rushed out from the storeroom, eyes dull from the sight, nearly losing the ability to speak.

...

Indeed, the lamp stand didn’t appear forged from ashes, researchers seemed to have moved an entire building inside.

Deep black, metallic material, adorned with fine silver lines outlining a pattern, the whole style as intricate as the surrounding.

Feeling its weight in hand, Fu Qian affirmed it wasn’t made locally but moved directly from the outside.

Yet with ambitious researchers studying in this place, hardly a surprising move.

"Sorry, the target was really cunning, causing some damages."

Not forgetting to respond to the commissioner behind, the next moment Fu Qian turned around, handing the fractured lamp stand before him, explaining it’s a work injury.

"What target... all I see is you alone going mad... "

Strangely right yet utterly wrong, the proud logical thinking of the receptionist had been severely devastated, seemingly without the thought of escaping, instinctively refuting the opponent’s statement.

"Really? Does this thing move originally?"

This time Fu Qian just smiled coldly, suggesting a closer look.

Hmm...

When the others really did as suggested, they saw a motif in silver white filigree—resembling flames or eye patterns—slowly turning to meet his gaze.

"How is that possible—"

His body stiffened for roughly two seconds, and the receptionist emitted a peculiar, duck-like sound, instinctively reaching out to grab.

Unfortunately, Fu Qian naturally wouldn’t let him succeed, already deftly retracting it.

...

The pattern on the lamp stand obviously wouldn’t move; it wasn’t a true eyeball, merely undergoing "corruption."

A brief deliberation led Fu Qian to choose this term as the most suitable description.

How could cherished transcendence be truly useless, where Blood Face splattered, certain changes are occurring.

In essence, when Fu Qian glanced over, countless peculiar Calamity Eyes were emerging.

The originally mundane materials were becoming "Transcendent."

Indeed, an undeniable qualitative change was taking place before his eyes.

Theoretically, the most incredible transformation in Bookstore World.

Not merely simple activation, things becoming spirited or objects turning into essence...

Even without Inspiration right now, purely from the fluctuation and changes of Calamity Eyes, the intense chaos or impurity could be deeply sensed.

The legendary loss of control is merely such.

So the Blood of Three Faces, should be essentially called Corrosive Breath?

On one hand it imposes the ordinary upon the transcendent, a true divine technique.

On the other hand, it imposes the transcendent level’s Ultimate Contamination? Distorting everything?

Isn’t it a bit too malicious? The Gospel Blast at least first brings genuine enlightenment.

Indeed, the price of rank transition is not something mortals can endure.

Countless praises poured over Fu Qian’s recalling of the previous scene.

Now it seems if it hit, the effect would have been somewhat astounding.

Just that this made his image seem even worse.

Not just an Evil God, but indeed a true spreader of chaotic madness?