Chapter 2203: Chapter 2198: Exile

"It is indeed a peculiar distortion; this characteristic makes you feel that after defeating It, you could perhaps turn it into a book? Why does it seem like the style is a bit inconsistent?"

Listening to the Witch’s introduction of the Guardian Angel, even someone as knowledgeable as Fu Qian was utterly amazed.

Yet at the same time, he did not forget the initial purpose of their action.

"I can’t do it alone, but isn’t there you?"

Once she decided to enlist help, the Witch was straightforward, directly pointing out Fu Qian’s importance.

"In essence, the power of the Guardian Angel is completely contrary to the Stars’ Laws, calling it the greatest sacrilege wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

"And this characteristic grants It nearly Divine Power, yet its chaos is so extreme that no one willingly touches It, devoid of value yet extremely difficult to handle."

"Oh? Why does it sound like it’s somewhat similar to what I saw in the Workshop?"

Fu Qian casually commented, instantly making connections.

The target he referred to was naturally one he had handled at that time, which he had described as a sea of magma from the world’s decay.

"Not surprising, we are going to that very place to find It later."

Acknowledging Fu Qian’s ability to connect the dots, the Witch pointed to his body.

"I remember you mentioned your current relationship with the Law Core. If it were just me, even killing that fellow would almost yield no benefit... But with your support and adding a bit more, I have some confidence in transforming It into a more stable form."

...

Indeed, I said my ’world weary’ still has substantial value to be tapped.

Regarding the Witch’s words, Fu Qian believed it was precisely as he thought.

Long before, when they established communication, he had already communicated with the Pontiff regarding the exploration of law subjects.

And it is apparent that this is not generic guidance; the Pontiff highly values the integration of production, learning, and research, having already considered development methods.

In a sense, having crossed over to this world, I am indeed equivalent to adding another piece of Pseudo-Law Core.

"Additionally, you don’t need to do anything at the time, just be nearby."

The Witch even considered details, like the Knights’ lack of perception.

"Understood, so shall we proceed now? Do we need positioning methods like that bird?"

Though time is not tight, having done both tea breaks and factory visits, turning back to serious business is quite reasonable.

After all, looking at this twilight, the banquet should still wait a bit.

"No need, the place is still quite easy to find."

Shaking her head, the Witch was unsurprised by Fu Qian’s eagerness, again reaching out to grab him.

"However, due to the nature of the target, our landing point might not be stable, remember not to move recklessly; I’ll handle it."

...

Truly special.

So where have you taken me now? Is it still the mortal world?

With the Witch’s action, a familiar sensation arose.

And when the sensation faded, Fu Qian expressed genuine awe at the sight before him.

First, there was fog.

Far more exaggerated than seen in Leytin, barely recognizable unless eyelashes connect face to face.

Besides visuals, Fu Qian was uncertain if perception was influenced, but it’s likely.

Under such extreme density, though, breathing felt devoid of moisture, rather like molten steel scorching every alveolus.

However, matching the earlier encounter, this confirmed the place was correct.

Now, just to find the target, there’s another anomaly here.

Whoosh—

Fu Qian puffed out air toward the front.

Though in chaos, the dense fog continued to churn.

Yet problems arose; next moment, Fu Qian felt his body decisively sank half a meter.

Indeed, he seemed to be standing on dense fog, with no solid ground beneath.

If creating a commotion like tidal tsunamis, it seems he’d be literally engulfed by the Abyss.

Whoosh—

It’s said that true Superior Beings live life more exaggerated than words becoming actions.

You don’t even have to ask; things are automatically served.

There seemed to be a demonstration.

In that moment, the resonating sound became dramatically intense, and Fu Qian’s previously stable body suddenly plummeted, with speed rapidly increasing.

Oh? Have I truly become a real Superior Being?

No longer ordinary weightlessness, silently calculating the descent while Fu Qian showed no signs of action, like growing wings for buffering.

After all, the Pontiff already said, the situation might be complex, but best not to move recklessly.

Recalling the key points, Fu Qian turned to his left hand.

Almost fully restored, the smooth tactile sensation remained, accompanying him in the fall.

Although, until now, the Witch had been silent.

Fu Qian too remained silent, pulling slightly towards himself.

Although blurred, it was clear it was soft flesh with fat, adhering to his hand in a unique way, creating an extremely realistic touch.

There was reason for not speaking; the Witch was not there.

...

Red and white intertwined, nutrient balanced.

Such contrast felt uncanny in appearance, yet Fu Qian did not hurriedly discard but fairly offered an evaluation.

The Witch had long said, the goal this time, akin to a combination of multiple distorted flesh and will, such occurrences were no surprise.

The astonishing aspect was the appearance speed.

Almost instantly upon presence, what grasped his hand was this, with almost no intermediate process.

The instability of the landing point the Witch mentioned was still escalating.

Obviously, even having held onto him while setting out, and successfully brought him here, at the final landing point the Witch and he were apart from the start.

And the bond between them was simulated by an alternative creation, this process incredibly natural, as if it’s the core attribute of this place.

Moreover, with his current descent speed, suspicion of their distance widening persists.

Meanwhile, surrounding him was void, as if completely banished.

Theoretically, it’s not surprising; their approach was not friendly enough. If the Guardian Angel perceived anything, leveraging host advantage by isolating them temporarily, then picking them off separately is undoubtedly a reasonable choice.

Fu Qian remained still, quietly feeling everything around.

Sliu—

Ultimately, the flesh holding his hand seemed unable to bear deeper descent, swimming like fish into the fog.

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