Chapter 870: Chapter 868 Ignition (42) Chapter 870: Chapter 868 Ignition (42) Blood Conquest combined with Punishment, for most Demigods, was almost irresistible, and Ballard was no exception.
Especially since he was caught completely off guard.
For Ballard, it was clearly unimaginable that Fu Qian would choose this time to take such action.
Perhaps he distrusted Fu Qian, suspecting him of ulterior motives, but such behavior was tantamount to suicide.
The next moment, he posed the question of the soul, not even caring about his own wounds.
A cry of alarm followed.
Akasha, among the two spectators nearby, reacted quicker, almost instantly leaping up as her bone claws targeted Fu Qian from all directions.
But while questioning him, she did not act rashly, considering Ballard’s “Achilles’ heel” was literally in the hands of this terrorist–the real biological Achilles’ heel.
After the surprise attack succeeded, he now truly had a hostage in hand.
“Didn’t I make myself clear just now?”
Facing the dual interrogation, and knowing more Demigods were returning outside, Fu Qian’s tone remained calm.
“As a heroic character, you are ending your story today, even disappearing from everyone’s memory. Do you accept this ending?”
“I just want to know why you desire such an ending? How does it benefit you?”
Staring intently at Fu Qian, Ballard didn’t answer his question, instead he seemed intent on dying with understanding.
He’s really dedicated!
Witnessing his reaction, Fu Qian couldn’t help but sigh internally.
Even now, he wanted to use every possible opportunity to shine.
For example, by using this “imminent death” situation to confirm his real intentions.
Fu Qian of course knew that Ballard would not die from simple traumas.
Last time, he had crushed his skull, and in the blink of an eye, it had regenerated.
Even the regenerative process indicated that Ballard’s Mirror Armor was not just armor but almost an integral part of his body, perhaps even his true form.
Therefore, as a qualified Order hero, Ballard’s reaction now was not surprising.
Fu Qian knew that he likely didn’t believe he was truly facing death.
After all, he didn’t even trust his own heart of submission; why would he believe such baseless “harsh words”?
Of course, what he didn’t know was that when Fu Qian would strike, he would directly use Visceral Critical Strike.
With full force, it would inflict damage absolutely unbearable to him.
And as an emblem made manifest,
Visceral Critical Strike’s unique conceptual damage might completely prevent him from reincarnation, not to exclude possible Annihilation on a conceptual level.
Fu Qian didn’t explain this, knowing someone else would.
“Yes, I want this ending, it benefits me.”
The next moment, Fu Qian unprecedentedly answered first comprehensively, also cautioning.
“Then think about it more before you answer my question.”
Fu Qian’s standard terrorist response and subsequent reminder clearly startled and puzzled Ballard, but before he could say anything more, his expression suddenly turned grave.
Fu Qian didn’t interrupt, as he could guess who was conveying the message to Ballard.
Prophets should still be able to see what future Ballard would face.
And clearly, Yuan Fang probably didn’t wish him dead.
Trusting in the guidance of the Prophet, Ballard should believe that he wasn’t talking nonsense.
“A destiny of utter disappearance? Not even a trace that you ever existed… truly a terrifying story ending.”
The next moment, Fu Qian heard Ballard muttering to himself.
Akasha and her companion felt the same, although their words were few, the conveyed information triggered their boundless dread and for a moment, they looked at each other in silence.
Outside the restaurant, the Demigods who had left had returned, but to avoid agitating Fu Qian, who had a hostage, they hadn’t come in.
“So, what is your answer?”
Having enjoyed the treatment meant for the Hunting Squad, Fu Qian was unperturbed.
He merely looked at Ballard’s overly solemn expression and asked gently again.
“It might sound stupid.”
Seemingly awakened abruptly, Ballard sighed heavily and looked up at him.
“But the answer is, I am still honored to have lived through such a fate.”
Fu Qian nodded slightly in acknowledgment, his face showing no mockery.
And as his acknowledging hand fell, his other unleashed Visceral Critical Strike.
As previously stated, this future was certain to come.
Only with Ballard dead would his prior words carry their true meaning; this was a complete story.
The next moment, a splendid scene emerged in the restaurant.
With this strike, Fu Qian even directly used Mythical Form.
With all-out Visceral Critical Strike, hundreds of blood-stained shards of armor sprayed from Ballard’s body.
Caught in the light, they resembled a crystal waterfall, extraordinarily dazzling.
At the same time, an indistinguishable sword blade was thrust toward Fu Qian’s chest.
Knowing he was doomed, Ballard strikingly used this final opportunity to create a potentially mutually destructive situation.
Simultaneously, an attack came in the form of a wolf’s head covered in sharp teeth, as well as spider silk quietly climbing up the shin guards, securing itself in place.
While Akasha and her companion were slightly slow to react, their cooperation was in perfect sync.
However, this had no apparent impact on Ballard’s fate.
The sprayed shards didn’t even scatter far, dissipating without a trace before they touched the ground.
The blade that had pierced Fu Qian’s black Mirror Armor disappeared likewise.
Because its owner, Ballard, had completely ceased to exist.
And similar to the earlier speculation, under the Visceral Critical Strike, Ballard didn’t even leave a body behind, completely dissipated on all levels.
But not every strike was .
The next moment, half of Fu Qian’s neck along with the outer armor was ripped away by a large mouth.
The Crystal Demigod’s attack power was certainly substantial.
Even the extremely cold air that followed, sealing the wound immediately, left no trace of splattered blood.
There were no counterattacks, and not even dodging.
Under these circumstances, Fu Qian only carefully held his head, gently righting it.
Almost simultaneously, the two Demigods’ assault also ceased.
Akasha looked puzzled at the chaos around, peering at the bone claws that had already wrapped around Fu Qian’s arm, motionless.
The next moment, she asked instinctively.
“I did something bad.”
Fu Qian nodded, astonishingly sitting down again as if rightful.