Chapter 1470 Artificial Existence Core (End)

The setting sun shines obliquely, and the breeze is gentle.

It is hard to imagine that it is out of public morality, but the direction chosen by the prey to flee is indeed a more secluded corner than the office building.

Therefore, whether it is the flying catkins just now or the stumps now, they have not attracted the audience for the time being.

But it is only temporarily. The movement in the building just now has obviously been noticed by someone.

But it doesn’t matter, the one on the ground will not be long.

"This shape is much more pleasing to the eye."

As a polite hunter, at such a moment, Fu Qian did not belittle his opponent.

"The strategy is also very good."

This is by no means a compliment.

At this moment, the huge mass perched on the ground, the skeleton can vaguely see some of the charm of the giant dragon just now, but the texture is too beautiful.

It is no longer the kind of flesh and blood intertwined with the style of evil plague, but a smooth and delicate gray-white skin that seems to have a sense of timelessness.

The body is much thinner, but it is inexplicably coordinated with this color.

With its golden eyes that were only slightly open, it looked like an old man who was about to die but quietly watching the sunset.

It really didn't have much time left.

The most intuitive point was that the skinny body was clearly covered with countless crisscross cracks, and it was almost impossible to find a larger intact area.

It was like being cut into pieces and barely glued together.

In fact, this was exactly the case. The last big move just now was originally exploded in its stomach.

This is why Fu Qian praised it as a good escape strategy.

What happened just now was very simple.

After rushing out of the building, facing the invisible threat, the shrinking head dragon chose a very efficient way to escape and flew directly into the air.

Unfortunately, it was too conspicuous, and was pulled back by the hunter with the thread of concern, and finally shattered after the internal organs were critically hit.

However, this was only the surface. In essence, at the moment of flying, its own existence had been divided into two parts.

The one that was pulled back and shattered was not an illusion, but it was definitely not the core body.

The basis for judgment is that the creeping seeds that I planted were left on the part that entered the hidden state.

I didn't expect that a visceral critical hit could kill the target instantly when it was not in the state of the King of Abandoned Prison, so when I made the wound, I put something in it.

And the unhatched creeping seeds, as long as they are within a certain range, can be used as targets for extreme hunger infection.

The source of infection and pollution even sounds a bit cold and humorous.

In short, Fu Qian, who discovered the target's behavior at the first time, chose to deal with both targets in the most efficient way.

"Thank you."

At this moment, a voice was coming from the broken body.

And this time it sounded much more sincere.

"No problem."

...

"Although the time was not that long, it was really a very painful experience for me..."

The hunter did not stop the dying words, and even said a polite word casually, and the broken dragon sounded a little relieved.

"You can call me "Huo"... I am a living fear, a walking nightmare, and a midnight nightmare born from the dying."

"They fear me, knowing that I am there, but trying to ignore it."

"Although it is the gathering of pale will, and even sleeping all the time, under the clear concept definition and protection, it is purer than a real dragon."

Does it mean that you can only see you when you are over 59 years old? That is indeed a clear and strict condition.

Fu Qian naturally thought of around Rick's birthday, but did not rush to interrupt the other party's narration.

"Until that day, the irresistible filth came..."

Sure enough, Huo quickly got to the point, and worthy of the gathering of pale will, even for such a hateful part, the tone was still calm and indifferent.

"At first I thought it was just another soul that had accumulated enough experience... But the moment I came into contact with it, I realized that it was just an illusion, and there was no soul at all... It was just a tongue covered with mucus..."

Tongue... There is nothing wrong with this description.

After all, if the oath speculation is true, it can indeed be defined as a part of the superior.

Fu Qian commented silently in his heart. Sure enough, it is easy to have a great enlightenment when you have a flash of enlightenment.

"There is no way to resist that kind of blasphemy... Fortunately, I soon discovered that the will behind this authority is not active, so I decided to lead this process to see if I can use the constantly accumulated power to break free from the shackles and get purified."

"It doesn't look very successful."

The other party said a lot in one breath, and the description was quite similar to the previous speculation. Fu Qian finally nodded and made a comment.

Mr. Rick's symptoms suddenly became intense. It was indeed this person who pushed behind the scenes.

"Yes... This is a road of no return. I have indeed grown, but the will behind the authority has also awakened in me at the same time... It's a pity that when I noticed it, I could no longer control everything except a trace of my own will."

"So I don't hate you. Without the filthy flesh and blood, I have lost the basis for my existence here, but your purification has allowed me to return to myself and gain the last moment of peace..."

"Thank you for listening to me now... So please accept this..."

At this time, Huo's explanation has also reached the end, accompanied by the rapid enlargement of the cracks on its body, and its body has completely begun to fall apart, turning into pale smoke and dust that covers the surroundings.

And at this last moment, its only remaining eye opened completely, reflecting the image in front of it.

At almost the same time, the flying smoke and dust rolled rapidly, gathering into an alternative picture.

"Death is also rising. I'm not sure if I can help you, I'm not sure how much you can see. My will is unclear, but I will do my best to persist... I hope it will be useful."

[The current mission has been completed, No. 2-020 has been successfully contained]

And then, Huo's final words sounded almost at the same time as the prompt of mission completion.

...

This thing...

In Fu Qian's eyes, it was clearly just a blurry picture of smoke and dust rolling, but a certain essential, fate-level connection penetrated without any hindrance, as if it was something he would pass through.

It was a deep and long river, in which was not flowing water, but a black color that was both illusory and sticky, both integrated and infinitely divisible.

And a figure was standing in this special stream, decaying and constantly reborn, and another figure was washed out in the process.

That was the King of Abandoned Prison.

Fu Qian had a considerable understanding of this.

As for the original body, it was even clearer in comparison - it was himself.

A higher form of myself.

Even the river looked familiar. When fighting with Emperor Anjing, the other party seemed to have manifested before. It was very unusual.

An opportunity for promotion? This person helped to illuminate a path forward with the last ripple?

While observing, it did not prevent Fu Qian from hearing all kinds of voices, including the determination of confusion.

Faced with such hospitality, he took a breath and locked the other party. As soon as the voice fell, a maximum power gospel blast was blasted out.

The will is unclear, then I will understand it again!

Everything trembled loudly, and the unique skills from the mother of gospel instantly enlightened this will that was about to die.

It’s a pity that the picture in front of him did not become clearer, but it was like another mosaic.

Fu Qian did not feel sorry. He listened to the last few words of the task prompt and waited there quietly.

"... Wait a minute, I, not me——"

Just as the picture in front of him blurred and began to bid farewell to this time and space, a very weak but awakened voice suddenly roared out in the completely chaotic smoke and dust.

"Thank you..."

The last thing Fu Qian heard was a more sincere thank you than the previous two times.

He was quite insightful.

His reaction was to hum in his heart, and for the first time he gave a good review to this dragon of death.

"Can't control everything except a trace of self-will"?

Who gave you the courage to think that you still have free will?

Promotion opportunity, fate connection?

You want to use a trick that didn't work the first time on the Saint Seiya again?

When I was dealing with the thing called blasphemy, the next head of the Ji family had not yet taken control of the Gospel Group.

Sorry, the mission summary will be tomorrow