Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 93 - 92: King of the White Tower (Part 14)_1

Chapter 93: Chapter 92: King of the White Tower (Part 14)_1

Indeed, it still seemed a bit forced to pull off such a stunt right now.

Standing at the laboratory’s main entrance, Fu Qian could still feel the tearing sensation in his right hand.

Just now, forcefully unleashing the Biochemical Demon Arm had placed an even heavier burden on his body than transforming the day before.

Fortunately, this time it only lasted a moment, and had not reached the point of losing Sanity.

Even so, such overdrawn damage was not something that could be solved by simply cutting it off and regrowing it.

But as long as it achieved the desired effect, it was worth it.

Transforming his arm into a tentacle, Fu Qian indeed did it for the sake of the show, but the intent was not to scare people.

This terrifying method of attack, combined with the stains on his arm, should have been enough to mislead Yibu.

The next opportunity would come and go in a flash.

“Open the door,”

Fu Qian said, looking at the Guard coming up to the door.

It had to be said that taking on Lu Ming’s face was no easy feat, with some details hard to nail down.

Fortunately, the Guard didn’t dare to look too closely and quickly unlocked the door.

Following the memories he had, Fu Qian moved swiftly through the laboratory.

It was probably due to the competition that there were even fewer people around than when he had come the day before.

Since he was not the real Lu Ming, the numerous security doors inside were not so easy to open.

Fu Qian had prepared for this, with an Air Bullet arriving before him at every door.

For a time, alarms sounded everywhere he went.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, he could confirm that a large number of Guards were rushing over.

Fu Qian didn’t care about that at all and passed through door after door expressionlessly, heading downward.

Soon, the dazzling array of material storage appeared before him.

Ignoring the plethora of surrounding items, Fu Qian walked straight in, finding the box from the day before.

He pulled it open, and the pale blue tentacle reappeared in front of him, even seeming a bit agitated at the sight of Fu Qian.

Fu Qian raised his hand, and the marks on his right hand had already spread to his shoulder, seemingly resonating faintly with the tentacle.

Fu Qian closed the box again, and before he could make any other move, he suddenly heard the sound of shattering Crystal by his ear.

Innumerable crystalline icicles rose from the ground, sweeping through the entire room in an instant, and began to grow wildly.

In less than two seconds, Fu Qian’s lower body was encased by a mass of sharp ice spears.

“To be honest, I am very disappointed,”

a familiar voice came from behind. Lu Ming, wearing a wide gray robe, walked in.

On his right hand, the Blasphemous Fire was already brewing, with the opened maw aimed in this direction.

“I thought we were like-minded individuals with a shared vision, but it turns out you have ulterior motives as well. Luckily, I’ve had them keep a close watch on you the whole time.”

“Where do you plan to take the tentacle? Wouldn’t it be better to continue our cooperation according to the plan we discussed?

Why can’t you wait even a little while longer?”

“You can save that nonsense for the naïve kids,”

Fu Qian retorted, looking back at Lu Ming.

“I stopped believing in pies falling from the sky when I was in elementary school. Did you really plan to give me a chance to become a Demigod?

Weren’t I just another tester in your plan?”

Clap clap clap!

“You’re not stupid at all!”

Lu Ming applauded while making a face of admiration.

“Indeed, you are a perfect test subject, and also the final step in our experiment.”

“In fact, just now, if you hadn’t tried to take the thing away, but merely touched it, we would not have intervened at all, but rather watched to see what would happen.”

Us.

Fu Qian turned around to look at the corner of the warehouse, the place from where the Ice Crystal had come.

There stood an emaciated old man with white hair and beard, his right hand a deformed beak similar to Lu Ming’s, only enveloped in a layer of frost.

The object on the ground was his doing.

“Let me guess, he’s also a member of the Rebirth Club?”

“Yes, you can call him Kikuchi. After all, I’m not confident about taking you on alone.”

Lu Ming smiled.

“Why talk nonsense with him?”

Kikuchi finally spoke from the corner, his voice neither old nor even a bit effeminate.

“Aren’t you afraid of damaging the thing with this ruckus?”

Fu Qian glanced at the box.

“It won’t be affected even if you’re smashed to pieces.”

Kikuchi snickered coldly.

“But I’ll try not to turn you into pieces. After all, such good experimental material is rare.”

Before he finished speaking, a frost-white stream of coldness burst forth from his right hand.

At the same time, a sinister green flame attacked from Lu Ming’s direction.

For a moment, white and green shone together, instantly engulfing Fu Qian’s figure.

Fu Qian didn’t attempt to dodge.

The space here was not large, and dodging was pointless in the face of such a wide-range AOE attack.

With a crackling sound, Fu Qian’s legs forcibly broke free, sliced by sharp Ice Crystals and drenched in blood.

But this brief escape allowed him to charge straight at Lu Ming through the flames without hesitation.

Almost instantly, Fu Qian felt the skin on his right hand burn away, the corrosive afterburn even spreading further inside.

At the same time, the chill blast from Kikuchi felt like a mountain of ice on his body, each step he took was incredibly heavy.

His counter-charge clearly took Lu Ming by surprise, who instinctively tried to dodge backward, not expecting the sharp pain in his abdomen, blood spurting out.

Under the cover of ice and fire, the Air Bullets Fu Qian fired hit Lu Ming.

Lu Ming stumbled from the injury, and Fu Qian had already closed in.

Once in close combat, Lu Ming stood no chance. Fu Qian didn’t hesitate to use the Visceral Critical Strike on his wounded abdomen.

Boom!

With that strike, Lu Ming’s belly wound was further torn open.

This was still Fu Qian showing restraint.

The indescribable pain blurred Lu Ming’s vision.

However, before he could react, Fu Qian reached out once more, his hand cradling a vague blue glow.

Suddenly, his hollow abdomen felt full, as if something had been stuffed inside.

He hadn’t even had time to see what it was when the next moment, his neck tightened.

Fu Qian grabbed Lu Ming and dragged him towards another target.

A crystal-clear ice wall appeared, trying to block Fu Qian’s movement, but it shattered before it could fully form.

Among the flying ice shards, several Air Bullets whistled out.

Despite Lu Ming’s example, the distance was too short and, even with Kikuchi’s best effort to dodge, he still got hit in the ribs.

Boom!

The injured Kikuchi hadn’t even managed to regain his balance when he was slammed into the wall by the charging Fu Qian.

A crisp sound of breaking bones followed, and he slumped into a heap.

All the special effects in the room dissipated at that point.

“We can talk about this…”

Looking at the god of death that was Fu Qian, Kikuchi quickly said, barely holding his composure.

“Although we planned to use you for experiments, the fusion idea is real. If you cooperate, combined with our previous test results, we really can make you a Demigod…”

Unfortunately for him, Fu Qian’s response was to throw Lu Ming at him.

Dodging just enough to avoid the vitals, Kikuchi wanted to say more but suddenly noticed something writhing like a snake in Lu Ming’s abdominal cavity.