Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Chapter 71: The Evil Omen Must Die (Part 17)_1
It really is you, kid!

Fu Qian looked at Huang Yuanchang, who sat on the ground.

The distinctive lanky figure of the Huang Family was unmistakable.

However, it seemed he was still a step too late given the current situation.

Who could have thought that three Night Watchmen, even inside the base, would be taken out so cleanly and efficiently?

Even though Huang Yuanchang was covered in wounds, it was still recognizable that his aura wasn’t that strong, at most it was of a Seventh Phase peak level.

Yet it was such a person who not only slaughtered his way from the Huang Family Estate to the Night Watchmen Base.

But also in a short span managed to kill three Night Watchmen so completely that they couldn’t be deader, then even posed them.

Who knows if Huang Jianyuan and his people last time were played around with like this too.

With Captain Qiao and his two men, Huang Yuanchang’s sacrifice should now be complete.

Fu Qian could distinctly feel that something was different.

His intuition told him the failure notification for containment would appear very soon.

He quickly decided to gather some more intel.

“Unfortunately for you, you’re too late.”

Huang Yuanchang was sitting paralyzed in a pool of blood, staring at his work with an obsessed look, his expression manic.

“The final sacrifice has been completed, you shall witness my rebirth!”

After a swell of emotion, Huang Yuanchang turned to look at Fu Qian.

“You must be very curious about how I did all this, aren’t you?”

“Do you want to know why I could kill those people?”

“Actually, it’s quite simple, I can just see their death coming, that’s all.”

Huang Yuanchang showed a fanatical smile.

“I am a Follower of God, you can’t see Him, you can’t even imagine His power.”

Sorry, but as a matter of fact, I have seen it, and quite clearly at that.

Fu Qian thought to himself.

“Guided by His omnipresence, I just need to follow orders, leading these people to their destined demise!”

“That’s why they can’t fight against me, because they can’t escape the premonition of death.”

This guy’s fanaticism is seriously off the charts, Fu Qian frowned.

But this “destined demise” thing is somewhat interesting.

Fu Qian thought about those Transcendents who died frustrated deaths.

What’s that saying again?

When people are killed, they die.

It’s not possible for someone to be on guard all the time, and according to this theory, as long as there is a possibility of being killed, Huang Yuanchang can see it under the guidance of that great existence, appearing at their most vulnerable, most relaxed moment, to reap their lives in any possible way.

This logic is quite like a series of movies he had seen before.

“Even those three were no exception, it just required me to pay some price to present their destined demise.”

Huang Yuanchang caressed his wounds, grimacing in pain yet laughing maniacally.

“Do you know? This is also why you could never catch me, because I can not only see others’ demise, but I can also see my own.”

“You may be very strong, I can’t even discern your level, but I just need to avoid those lines that would lead me to death, and then no one will ever be able to kill me.”

“No matter what means you use, no matter what plans you make, do you understand?”

Huang Yuanchang’s expression became even more delirious.

“Now that the final sacrifice is complete, you will have the honor of witnessing the great blessing He bestows upon His followers.”

“I can feel it already!”

“Hmm… I can feel it too.”

Fu Qian nodded.

This is no idle claim; since just now he had felt something very special taking shape within Huang Yuanchang’s body.

However, he wasn’t as optimistic as the latter; he thought that thing didn’t quite seem like a blessing.

“Continue speaking, I’m listening!”

Fu Qian had never really appreciated such verbose villains, but if they were on the opposite side from him, he was very much welcoming of it.

“In fact, He has been guiding me for many years.”

After his frenzied rant, Huang Yuanchang began to enter a phase of recalling the past.

“Before, I never understood what the voice I often heard was. Not until I attempted the first trial according to His demands. Then I received a gift beyond imagination.”

“Unlike my other brothers and sisters, I inherited this ghostly appearance but not the talent for cultivation. Yet, He showed me what was possible.”

“As I made more offerings, I also received more revelations, and ultimately He guided me back to Xi Yuan, where I will complete the final step.”

“And you will be the first witness!”

Huang Yuanchang once again raised his hands high, his voice excited to the point of shrillness, looking mad with fervor.

Seeing this, Fu Qian quietly took a few steps back.

The next moment, Huang Yuanchang’s fervent expression froze, and his head swelled like a balloon and burst, raining down a mix of red and white.

Strands of brilliant golden patterns dissipated outwards, interconnecting into a mysterious array that dazzled and bewildered anyone who glimpsed it.

At the same time, Fu Qian’s head jolted, as if connecting with some special existence.

This feeling was exactly the same as the last time.

Fu Qian was almost certain that the tree must have appeared again in the sky above.

And within Xi Yuan City, the number of idiots with collapsing consciousness was increasing exponentially.

“I said it might not be a blessing.”

Watching Huang Yuanchang’s headless body slowly fall to the ground, Fu Qian sighed.

This time he was more cautious; even though he was inside a building, he still looked straight ahead without raising his head, minimizing the risk of losing SAN Points.

Soon, a prompt sounded in his ear, and the scene before him rapidly blurred.

[Calamity has descended, containment has failed.]

[Current SAN Points: 41]

[Do you want to play the event recap?]

This is quite tricky!

In the warehouse, Fu Qian frowned.

The person had been found, but the situation still seemed difficult to handle.

To start with, this preordained death was really stubborn; with it present, everything could change at any moment, and no prior experience could be applied to the next time.

The simplest example was that the previous hunting route before the Evil Omen had no reference value.

As long as he made targeted adjustments that threatened the other’s life, that person would also adjust his route in response.

Based on his own actions, this thing would always calculate and generate an optimal solution.

Not to mention his ability to foresee death, which almost allowed him to target anyone.

Assume he intended to sacrifice ten people; with the nearly one hundred Transcendents in Xi Yuan City, the combinations that could be made were C100(10), which was astronomical.

No, there was also the issue of order; it should be A100(10), even more astronomical!

Doing tasks these days is really not easy, you even have to learn mathematics.

In fact, Fu Qian didn’t believe everything Huang Yuanchang said either.

For one thing, judging from the latter’s end, he was merely cannon fodder that had been exploited, and might not know everything.

Secondly, just the destiny of death alone could not explain why Geng Yue’s death was inconsistent twice.

The situation is truly complicated!

Or perhaps a violent resolution can be attempted?

For instance, changing C100 to C10?