Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1146 - 1144: Conversion

Chapter 1146: Chapter 1144: Conversion

"Do you recognize it?"

Fu Qian glanced at Rachel, who was frantically dealing with a splash of corrosive acid.

It was clear from several encounters that her approach mainly involved psychic powers, and her physical skills were not that sharp.

However, she was lucky this time, as the Multi-Mouthed Giant Monster did not target her initially.

Moreover, most of the subsequently sprayed acid was blocked by a shield that seemed both frosty and fiery.

This familiar power obviously came from the Strong-Breed Armor on her shoulder.

"I don’t recognize it..."

Finally, she took off her outer leather jacket and threw it into the sea, facing Fu Qian’s inquiry with unclear intent, Rachel still answered very seriously.

"I’ve never heard of such a monster."

"Then it seems it must be a native, untouched by the civilized world, no wonder it’s so disregarding."

Sighing, Fu Qian showed a slightly understanding expression.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot again.

Did he go again?

Rachel, mouth agape, watched this familiar scene unfold; just a second ago, Fu Qian, who seemed sympathetic, had already leapt high again.

Boom!

This time the explosion occurred mid-air.

Because before that figure could dive into the sea, the pursuing monster reacted immediately.

Nearly all its spikes flew at him from various angles simultaneously.

This creature was obviously far more ferocious than the Fishmen!

However, just as it seemed he would be riddled with holes, Mr. Fang remained undeterred, opening his mouth to emit a roaring, deafening shout.

I admit this roar was indeed full of momentum, but—

Any doubt in the spectators’ minds vanished in an instant, only to see those sharp spikes suddenly lose direction, twitching as if electrified.

And through the gap created, his body like a meteor, crashed among the many giant mouths.

"Judging by the reaction, the brain should be located here."

Talking to himself, Fu Qian casually grabbed a spike that swung uncontrollably towards him, took a couple of steps, and looked down.

That previous roar was, of course, not intended to just scare people.

Although he always propagated the Gospel in a low-key manner, in this situation, roaring seemed more imposing.

And indeed, it proved that all things can be taught.

Under the impact of the Gospel Blast, this native beast from the Sea of Ashes, instantly got excited, its expression animated.

And the reaction mentioned by Fu Qian naturally referred to the opponent’s nearly boiling brain matter under the full-powered Gospel Blast.

No, it was already boiling.

Seeing the twitches in the spikes slightly abating, they started targeting him once again, Fu Qian, in a precarious position, remained indifferent, twisted his body, built up momentum, and stomped down.

Boom!

A sound as loud as the previous roar echoed.

The thick, bone-like carapace underfoot was brutally stomped into, creating a gap several meters in diameter.

Through this gap, a mix of red and white matter erupted skywards.

Even while stepping aside, Fu Qian could feel the volcanic passion.

And before they could land on him, he stomped down again, using the recoil to land precisely back on the swirling boat from the impact.

"Do you want to watch a bit longer?"

Greeting the stunned crowd with a nod, Fu Qian sat back down in his original spot, casually asking while striking a cross-legged pose.

However, before anyone could respond, he subtly switched the position of his legs.

The kick just now was indeed stylish, but the violent recoil also resulted in the loss of most of the shoe on that foot.

Although as a tough guy he did not care much about appearances, it still somewhat reduced his intimidating presence.

...

"Lann, should we set out now?"

The first to recover her ability to speak was Miss Rachel, the least experienced among them.

Her quick recovery made one suspect whether Li Min had given her some icy stimulus.

However, regardless, her face was still pale, but now there was an undeniable touch of joy, and she spoke to Lann with considerably more confidence.

Clearly, with the scene in front of her, as a grasshopper tied to the same string, she no longer had to worry about her own safety after Mr. Fang was dealt with.

Mainly because this grasshopper was just too terrifying!

"Hmm..."

Lann, having finally regained his ability to speak, looked as grim as if his face had been smashed.

Of course, this did not prevent him from professionally stabilizing the boat and quickly moving out of the range of the brain matter eruption.

"Should we head in that direction?"

Only after another song started and amid the furious charge of the damaged boat did Lann struggle to speak, watching Fu Qian cautiously.

Although after that kick, the Fishmen’s valorous advance had completely halted, the issue now was no longer about evading pursuit.

Those in the poaching business naturally would not lack keen sight; the monster they encountered just now, although not a Divine Being, was definitely not far off, having been executed with a single kick.

Its ferocity and violence silenced even the bloodthirsty Fishmen.

Previously, they thought about using this creature to scout ahead when the timing was right, but now it seems that the creature had the capability to single-handedly wipe out the entire group.

All those acts and behaviors could perhaps be out of mischief, but regardless, they were already deemed polite.

Now, the only thing they could do was to absolutely obey and hope that the party would not mind the previous incidents.

"You guys decide."

Glancing at the now significantly reduced team, Fu Qian couldn’t be bothered with pleasantries, his mind occupied by something else.

Apart from those Fishmen, was the density of native organisms within this Shattered Crown too sparse?

"Maintain direction, full speed ahead!"

People who have the resources could afford to be arbitrary, and Lann certainly didn’t interpret this as a cue to go anywhere he wished; he firmly commanded the group.

...

"What is that?"

The journey that followed was monotonous and silent, with the retreating Fishmen nowhere in sight, and no further ambushes encountered.

The members of the Poacher Group, while glad, felt growing unease.

Even those slow to react had by now grasped the precariousness of their situation.

Not only were they lost without an exit in sight, they even had a killer god aboard.

And they had just offended him.

In the oppressive atmosphere, even the unpleasant singing became somewhat more bearable.

And as the singing drew closer, someone pointed ahead and exclaimed in surprise.

They saw another sea area with clearly defined boundaries, and within it, surprisingly, was a rather large Floating Island.

And the biggest difference from before was that this island was covered with densely packed trees.

Just like the trees on the previous Floating Island, these were dim and grayish-white.

These entities, which essentially should not be categorized as living beings, looked incredibly real and lush at a glance.

There were more than one towering giant "trees" visible.

This area of the sea was clearly approaching evening, and the not-so-intense sunlight slanting across the forest created a sparkling, translucent effect.

The singing was coming from this forest.

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