Chapter 1289 Loss of Image (31)

Sitting in a cocoon and looking at the sky, it is difficult to conceal the brilliance.

Although the moon in the sky was not dark, when he stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the stars, it was hard to question Jacques's eyes.

"A personified god symbolized by the dark moon?"

After some psychological adjustment, the man finally calmed down and asked.

"I know what you want to say. For you, this is almost synonymous with pollution, right?"

He shook his head slightly before paying.

"Personality is so unstable, difficult to define, and not detached enough. It is far less regular and correct than laws and regulations. It is destined to represent imprisonment and chaos."

…

Jacques obviously did not expect that the other party was so sincere in answering the questions, so he remained silent for a while.

And this action also revealed that this was indeed his inner thought.

"I have no intention of arguing with you. Telling you how beautiful and noble the Pope who symbolizes the Dark Moon is is meaningless at all. I just want to say one thing."

Before paying, he looked at Jacques and the spear in his hand.

"Are you ready? Face the corruption and pollution in your imagination, now."

Before paying, he took another step.

Almost next to the giant carved cocoon, he inevitably came into direct contact with the embodiment of "This Road Is No Way" standing in front of him, and put his hand on it.

It sure feels like déjà vu.

The seemingly thin and fragile cocoon remained motionless at that moment, firmly demonstrating its impassability.

It was like the scene when I first met the killer brother of the academy many years ago.

Yes, exactly what it feels like to touch an angel of comfort.

At that time, Li Weixuan, who was at the peak of the fourth level, struck with all his strength and could not move even an inch. Now that he was at the second level, he felt almost the same as facing the Wall of Sighs when he touched it.

Of course, that doesn't mean that brute force attack is completely impossible.

Don't forget that our honorable name is the King of Abandoned Prisons.

If you don't care about the cost, you can transform into a mythical form and give the old mechanical god a try against the Wall of Sighs.

But that one is too easy to scare the children outside, and it doesn’t fit my style of painting of the Dark Moon Pope.

It's better to use a gentler approach.

…

"How on earth did you do that?"

Of course, not everyone can understand your gentleness.

The next moment, Jacques's voice sounded as he tried to suppress his emotions, but he still couldn't hide the panic.

The reason is also very simple. With this close contact, centered on the position where Fu Qian's left hand pressed down, a series of icy cracks have climbed above the impassable surface and continued to spread to the surrounding areas.

Most of them were disillusioned and dissipated in the flicker, but there was also a small part that stayed permanently.

In fact, this scene has been happening since just now, but it is far less clear and concentrated than the scene in front of me.

"Don't you already know the answer? Is it possible that because the pollution is too strong, it is not pollution?"

Faced with the questions raised by the Children of the Stars, Qian Fu reminded him mercilessly.

"Of course, if you insist on finding a title that makes you more comfortable, I can totally understand. After all, in the days to come, you will have to learn to coexist with the scene in front of you."

"You are completely different from those sporadic contaminations. You come from nightmares."

Facts have proved that Brother Jacques is still somewhat dissatisfied and actually gave up on beautifying reality.

Not only that, but it also gave out a very valuable piece of information - the nightmares that have been intensively attacking recently are more serious to them than the sporadic oddities, such as Harriet.

Just what I wanted.

"Is it possible that the ones from the nightmare are actually you?"

Accepting cooperation is also a technical job. Instead of shouting "Congratulations on the correct answer" or something like that, I let out a sigh before paying that everyone was drunk and I was alone.

"Considering that your supreme rightness does not seem so absolute, is there any other reason for you to be so sure of your own status?"

"Is it possible that your true bodies are swimming in a cesspit at this moment, and I am here to save you? Children of nightmares?"

"You...bastard!"

The proud hearts of the vampires obviously would never accept such rebellious words.

"You still want to contaminate me with this kind of cognitive chaos? The vampires are far beyond what your shallow thinking can imagine."

Not surprisingly, Jacques gritted his teeth and no longer questioned the fact that the other party came from a nightmare.

"Do you think my people are just enjoying themselves every day? So far, all the nightmares that have appeared in Laertin have been visited by us. Obviously, there is no such thing as the so-called Dark Moon Pope in any of them... Even myself The names of the objects of faith are all made up at random, but they are indeed worthy of the term blasphemy.”

"Tell me, what is the name of the one who gave you this power?"

"In the endless wind and snow, with the Seven Lights guarding you, you can just ask me directly, no need to beat around the bush."

Unfortunately, the one who responded to him was still Fu Qian's disdainful smile.

"Fengxue... Qiguang..."

While talking to himself, Jacques' eyes flickered uncontrollably, as if he thought of something.

"The world in the painting?"

There are such a large number of victims in Laerting in the world in the painting, so Qiguang's statement is obviously not too secretive.

As expected, this guy didn't brag just now. The vampire still had some control over the situation. He guessed the allusion immediately and lived up to Fu Qian's hard work.

That's right, if you really want to hide something, the choice would be to not tell it at all.

How can we do this without utilizing the lofty Son of the Stars, the purest expression of the original power of this world?

In fact, this can be called the biggest unexpected gain of this mission tonight.

The second biggest one is naturally the people from the religious group.

"Maybe? And that seems to be good news for you, after all, that place doesn't even look like a nightmare."

Fu Qian laughed quite hard.

"You can give it a try, and remember to send me a greeting when you see the Pope."

"Now, it seems that we have gone too far. Let's go back to the patient."

"You have to make it clear today, this is your only chance."

Jacques, however, refused to be changed again. He pointed the spear in his hand at Fu Qian again and said sinisterly.

"It looks really good. Let me think about it. This is also one of the most classic and noble gifts of the law?"

As if being directly watched by death, Fu Qian looked at the murder weapon in the opponent's hand with great interest.

"That's right, the spear of death. The target hit by it will die in a way that cannot be avoided in any way. The difference with the untouchables is that even the vampires can only master it by a small number. .”

"Would you like to see if you can contaminate it too? By the way, I forgot, it will take quite some time for your contamination to penetrate the barrier -"

Jacques's taunting stopped abruptly.

In the field of vision, the thug trapped in the cocoon stretched out his right hand again without saying a word and inserted it into the fish-mouth-like gap on the giant cocoon.