Chapter 606 Noisy (Thirty)
Although the Crow-Feathered Divine Dragon has not yet seen its end, it has gained a lot so far.
For example, Fu Qian probably had a guess as to why there was lycanthropy—in order to allow the Night Guards to mobilize more people.
Although the tide of noise that was enough to awaken the gods was initiated by ordinary people, the real qualitative change occurred when Valentine, under the control of Crow Feather, blew the horn for the second time.
Many extraordinary people who could still maintain their sanity failed to hold on and were all attacked, so they joined the ranks of calling the gods.
And many of these people should have been drawn from nearby areas to help investigate lycanthropy, just like Cassandra.
There are also Camus and Marco who should be among them. In short, it seems that the formation of the tumult requires the participation of many extraordinary beings under the demigod.
God’s means are nothing more than this!
Everything happened quietly, but it fit together neatly.
The night watchman obviously paid great attention to it, but he still suffered a huge setback.
And some of his previous actions, such as killing Marco and leaving his post without permission, should have had a certain delaying effect on the formation of the turmoil.
Unfortunately, it seems that it is not enough at present.
The most important thing is that it seems that under Ariel's distortion, in such a cognitive competition among gods, once Rom gets the upper hand, the turmoil seems to be over soon.
This is extremely rogue, it's like watching one's own tasks being dealt with.
Can’t you just enjoy the worship of believers for a while longer?
While complaining, he controlled a silver-white pistol in his hand and turned around.
This was the mercy that he had thrown away before, but was picked up by his underwater tentacles.
As a hard-earned reward, naturally it cannot be treated as a one-time consumable.
In fact, he was a little curious at the time, such as what would happen if he didn't pick this thing back up?
Stay underwater? Or just disappear?
Considering that the warehouse has a procedure for choosing equipment every time, it's really hard to be sure about this.
Speaking of this, until now, whether it’s skills or equipment, it seems that I have never encountered a situation where the configuration exceeds the limit.
It stands to reason that the warehouse would not do such useless work. Fu Qian thought about this for a long time. His final understanding was that although the number of equipment and skills was increasing, his growth in some aspects kept them from reaching the upper limit, thus appearing. Found this bug-like situation.
As for what kind of growth?
Rank is of course one of them. In addition, Fu Qian also thought of a possibility, which was a certain attribute that he quickly filled up - inspiration.
If it is really because of this, it is worth pondering in what state he performs tasks every time.
But no matter what, at least it's definitely a good thing for now, for example - Fu Qian's eyes were fixed on a half-meter-high iron cage.
Sweet Dream Headband, it’s time for you to appear.
Although the shape is scary and easy to attract attention, the biggest advantage of this thing is that it can block the gaze. If necessary, wearing it may have miraculous effects.
You must know that the last look Rom gave me directly caused us to lose five points of sanity.
Holding Tianmeng's headband in his hand, there was no warning that he was carrying too much equipment.
[San value is reduced by 1, entering the containment scene]
Fu Qian stood up with satisfaction and touched the illusory fog door in the tide in front of him.
It is not good to sell dog meat at the expense of others, so let yourself help the Native Council to complete a real hunt!
"Please use your coffee and snacks slowly."
In the familiar voice, the generous afternoon tea was placed on the table in front of me again.
He did not put the headband on the table. According to previous experience, the mask can also block the breath of extraordinary items on the body.
If you take it off and put it aside, it will be bad if it scares Mr. Camus.
And if you put something with such a scary look on it, the waiter might throw the coffee pot in your face.
"Hama~dus!"
Soon a familiar roar sounded, and the poor table groaned in pain, and the adaptable aunt rushed up to dance with her.
Everything was the same as last time, including the fact that Mr. Camus came forward after drinking coffee and took off the mask from Fu Qian's face.
When their eyes met, this person froze again.
Even the degree of stiffness has increased.
"Marco?"
At that moment, Mr. Camus's voice sounded like someone had stepped on his kidneys.
Under the mask, there is a face that exudes a strange aura.
"Are you surprised?"
Fu Qian, who transformed into Marco's appearance, looked at Mr. Camus with a smile, his tone full of pride.
"Sorry, I'm one step ahead this time."
"...You are already a demigod!"
With such a close distance and regular contact, Camus could naturally sense the changes in the other person's aura. He was shocked and felt almost instantly bad.
"What's your expression? Shouldn't you be happy that the strength of the parliament has grown?"
The smile on Fu Qian's face did not diminish, and he stretched out his free hand.
Under the thin skin, there seemed to be countless tiny insects squirming, and they gathered at the top of the five fingers in the blink of an eye.
After a period of struggle, the top of each finger was torn apart, and five long whips like twisted red worms emerged from it, swaying and flying in the air.
"what are you doing here?"
Sensing the rank reflected in this scene, Camus's face turned darker and darker, and he didn't seem to want to answer the question at all, so he asked directly.
"Of course I'm waiting for you."
Fu Qian made a rather nasty smile, then calmed down his expression.
"The Night Keeper's actions are a bit unexpected. Weihele is worried that you are dead, so he asked me to take care of him."
"Then we'd better hurry up. It won't take long for the night keeper to catch up."
Camus said forcefully, although the other party was here to help him, it really made people unhappy that their old enemy was so arrogant.
"OK!"
Fu Qian stood up and retracted the five tentacles in the air.
However, the next moment, they did not completely withdraw their hands, but directly pinched Camus's head with incredible speed.
"you--"
Camus only had time to utter a single word before his head was crushed like a tomato.
Amidst the blood spattering, a familiar illusory image was torn out of the body and ran outwards like lightning.
It's a pity that this last resort to escape was stopped and swallowed in one gulp.
At the fourth level of transcendence, Camus Glida fell silently.
"Finally, I can make up for my regrets a little bit."
He sighed with emotion before paying, drank the coffee in one gulp, and then took a bite of the muffin.
It tastes really good. No wonder Mr. Camus chose to have afternoon tea here.
The next moment he bent down and found a stack of banknotes from the headless corpse, as well as a charm covered with various colors of oil paint.