Facing an Ancient God for a Year-Chapter 1352 - 1350 The Fallen Guest Empire (9)

Kill, kill whom.

This containment achieved its conditions, quite unusually earnest.

The suddenly appearing hint was somewhat reassuring to Fu Qian.

Not only did it appear, but it also affirmed that this is indeed a nightmare, and the awakeners are not merely daydreaming.

However, the term agent has that unmistakable feeling of someone powerful behind the scenes.

Not the source of the nightmare’s power, just in charge of maintaining stability here?

Starting from this point, it seems the search is rather clear.

As for why it has only appeared now, that seems understandable—it was only after constant stimulation that resistance from the nightmare finally surfaced.

No matter how you think about it, behind this resistance there should be the will of the agent.

Reality proves that the extreme pressure idea is correct, effectively saving time.

The only issue is that the timing doesn’t seem very appropriate.

Under the warehouse’s adornment, my condition appears fine, but is actually rather desolate.

And as a task numbered as 1, the agent’s ranking shouldn’t be low—hope so, to avoid wasting my effort.

Just like I said to Marianne and the others earlier, raise your level of awareness, don’t be deceived by surface logic.

Inproper timing is just a mundane view; for professionals, a target appearing at this time is truly wonderful.

...

Crack!

With a crisp sound, Fu Qian shattered the pure black arrow in his hand, observing the changes.

This thing flies soundlessly, but when broken has a solid tactile feel.

Yet only for a moment; before the arrow fragments even hit the ground, they transformed into black arcs of chaotic light, scattering to the surroundings.

In a world devoid of the transcendent, this scene undeniably challenges cognition.

At least, this seems to be the reaction of Marianne and the others.

Upon retracting their gaze from the chaos, the first reaction of the two awakeners was to look at Fu Qian, as if wanting to confirm whether it was his deception.

Thankfully, there’s no need to expend energy arguing.

With his expression unchanged, Fu Qian grabbed consecutively with his other hand, stopping with three more arrows.

Crack——

Without giving much time for shock, Fu Qian directly crushed them together, letting the awakeners bathe in a sea of black chaos.

"Someone!"

With such a prompt, however dull, they finally realized; Marianne jerked her head back to the depths of the corridor, crying out.

Though her observation lacked precision, struggling to notice the dark arrows flying, she could still make out the figures there.

Deep in the corridor, three figures with bizarre appearances were silently sprinting forward.

Their faces unseen, from head to toe cloaked in peculiar armor, their movements resonated with the same black chaos seen earlier, utterly non-human.

Coupled with waist-short crossbows, it was clear the earlier attack was theirs, not any bluff by Lord Grimshaw.

...

Is this... evidence?

The act just now, causing the Dark Moon to appear, was to ensure we saw this scene?

So these three are after Grimshaw—indeed, the arrows seemed aimed at him earlier.

Instinctively alongside Ben, she assumed a combat stance, while thoughts swirled uncontrollably in Marianne’s mind.

So these are the embodiments of the "nightmare," things faintly felt but never seen?

Not only do they truly exist, but they likely always knew of our actions tonight, merely ignoring them.

Until the Dark Moon appeared, prompting this intense reaction...

"Yes, indeed they are after me."

Seemingly aware of her thoughts, Fu Qian nodded slightly.

As if to prove his words, amidst the prisoners’ screams, the three figures charged forward, black arcs in their palms forming into sharp spikes.

Without a word, the one in the lead leap up high, aiming directly for Fu Qian’s chest.

While the remaining two, one wielding spiked weapons as a raider, another already holding a crossbow aimed at Fu Qian.

...

Clearly, they’ve disregarded our group entirely.

In this formation, Marianne instantly felt discriminated against.

Moreover, at such proximity, the forms of the three attackers were clear—

Apart from the armor and chaotic aura, the most striking feature was their seemingly unstable flickering, akin to reflections in water.

Not the guards here, not even human...

As this thought emerged, the shadow charging like lightning had already sped back even faster.

The Cannibal Painter still stood there, not even visible doing anything.

Yet, the repelled attacker not only had their spike disintegrated, but their body collapsed like a heap of mud on the ground, utterly unable to move.

Upon careful inspection, the location of the collapse was even where it jumped from...

This realization shocked Marianne, just as a crystalline long spear whistled out again in her view.

The one holding the crossbow who had just found an attack angle, his body erupted with a cloud of white mist, rolling on the ground, following the fate of its companion.

This time, it was clear; the mysterious prisoner fired this terrifying attack from his fingertips.

Without retracting his action, he stepped forward another step, and a snowy curved blade cleaved through the air, slicing the last raider directly.

Even during the flight, there was some ice crystal tangling and exploding.

All happened instantly, the ambush ended with efficiency greater than its appearance.

"Did Lady Raven mention this?"

As if having done something trivial, Fu Qian smiled at Marianne and the others.

...

No answer, yet it was already an answer.

"When the eyes truly open, many presumed rules may not be rules at all."

Fu Qian sighed in turn, tension fully elevated.

"So for our actions, the nightmare was not only aware but classified as insignificant, ignoring..."

Finally speaking, Marianne seemed gritted her teeth.

"We thought we were hidden, minimizing impact to the fullest, but it was a naive misunderstanding?"

With Fu Qian’s guidance, this conclusion is easy to reach, but tough to accept.

"Don’t be so pessimistic, after all, today’s events were initiated by you, weren’t they?"

Fu Qian’s consolation lacked sincerity, even seemingly adding insult to injury.

Though Marianne’s epiphany contains misunderstandings too.

For instance, Fu Qian believes that as long as the awakeners create something significant, it’s likely to attract attention; the power of the Dark Moon isn’t necessarily a prerequisite.

But that is the art of communication.

"They seem to be the guards here."

Just then, Esther, the apprentice awakener who had been silent the whole time, suddenly whispered a reminder.

Following the sound, they saw the three figures’ armor dispersing amidst the black chaos, revealing human bodies.

Even in uniform.

So they casually possess bodies, retreating when losing.

Fu Qian thought without much surprise, feeling something.

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