Chapter 2123: Chapter 2118: The Radical Conservative Faction

Its flow is still warm.

Fu Qian was originally standing at the edge of the hall, not in direct danger.

Yet, being the Pathfinder Knight, how could he let the Pontiff touch such a sacrilegious item?

Even before the blood fell to the ground, Fu Qian stepped forward, shielding the Witch behind him.

Not only that, he even reached out to catch the first strand of arterial blood of the day.

"Yes, yes... just like that!"

His actions seemed to greatly excite the thief above, who burst into a chilling laugh.

"Touch it, feel it... this isn’t ordinary blood! This is something those fools were never worthy of witnessing!"

Can’t you fix the problem with the low density of information thanks?

Do you really need to say it’s not simple? Talk about why it’s not simple, that might be interesting.

Of course, even though the thief was emotionally invested, he still could not garner any praise.

At that moment, Fu Qian shook his head inwardly, while still fiddling with what was in his hand.

It must be said, although the color is quite bright, the coagulation factor seems a bit strong, you can even feel jelly-like clots.

Not only that, even with his formidable Second Phase strength, at that moment, he felt the blood under the skin of his palm responding to the call, becoming thick and heavy.

The heaviness seemed to be spreading throughout his body, as if he was turning into a stone — or perhaps a monument?

Truly astonishing, could this be the legendary power of cholesterol?

In that moment, Fu Qian sighed silently.

Of course, despite the sarcasm, it was certain that this item was of a high ranking.

If not restored to the true ranking, he may not be immune to its effects.

And the interesting part isn’t limited to this.

When he first embarked on this nightmare journey, and entered that special hospital, he had talked to the Witch about the Nightmare Pillar issue.

Though the boiling blood brought considerable suffering and torment to both the Nightmare Indigenous and intruders, it was the foundation of all that exists.

Before him, the blood, or what it represents, seems to be of a similar concept, i.e., the foundation of this nightmare’s existence.

It makes one curious about the relationship between that and the "lost blood" accumulating in both of them.

"Felt it... felt it? Hehe... those guys have no idea what’s outside, yet still dream of clearing a path to crawl out."

At this time, the thief’s laughter continued, clearly full of schadenfreude.

...

The voice came from the other side of the dome. After the head hammer opened a breach, the thief had quickly scurried to the side.

At this moment, he undoubtedly had the intention of revealing his true self, no more pretense.

Thus answering the previous question: whether he’s an extremist or a conservative — the answer is a radically conservative extremist.

He fears the "blood" outside, and his so-called pursuit of the Sea of Souls fellow travelers is just a façade, exposing himself indeed for misdirection.

In comparison, it sounds like the Negative Monument King is the true kindred spirit, yearning for the ruins beyond.

"Really? But when I made my move, they indeed caught up while carrying monuments."

However, Fu Qian would not be so careless, the next moment he pointed out the contradictions, indicating the chain links on the ground.

"No problem — dying well! You have no idea how tiring stopping those guys is."

Bringing up old affairs, the thief appeared glad regarding such slaughter.

"Clearly almost brainless, yet always eager to climb up... occasionally springing up, aiming to clear a way."

Seemingly unable to suppress his emotions, the thief spoke while circling on the dome, his movements and voice full of anxiety.

"You don’t know how hard it is to convince them... you don’t know how much effort I put into changing their minds, making them use more monuments to block it.

"Also, since they don’t always listen, occasionally a part would be removed, resulting in never fully filling it."

...

So the Negative Monument Kings originally came to clear monuments but ended up becoming reinforcers?

And based on the thief’s influence success, they continually switched roles between these two?

Indeed, life is full of infinite possibilities.

This begs the question, whether the landmarks below being evaluated as "mankind" due to similar desires?

Indeed abstract, worthy of being remnants doubtfully of the Sea of Souls.

Listening to the thief’s plight, Fu Qian was entirely unaffected by that anxiety.

In rapid analysis, he gained a further understanding of the blurred boundaries between people and objects in this place.

He could easily picture this figure hanging on the dome, rambling to the passing giants.

After all, he did the same to both of them earlier.

Including what the thief showed now, the ambiguity was apparent.

He hadn’t truly shattered the dome; the changes before him were merely a drill.

Things outside are terrifying, a door must never be opened, challenging - let me show you by opening — even with a scattered mind, he wouldn’t persuade like that.

"As a character similar to the Nightmare Indigenous, he materializes and shares his fears with us.

"To normally accomplish this is hard, which once again attests to the special nature of this nightmare."

Including the Witch, who hasn’t spoken for a long time, casually gave her judgment from the side.

Since Fu Qian shields her, not a drop of blood stained her wide brim hat, however, gazing at the blood already spreading to her feet, did not restrict her evaluation of the danger within.

"Though belonging only to illusion, the attached power is quite unique, presumably strongly associated with the accumulated ’lost blood’ within us, potentially being the core foundation of this nightmare.

"He rightly fears indeed. If they wander outside, encountering genuine power behind the illusion, it’s likely difficult to endure.

"Of course, this is merely a preliminary judgment, the illusion mixed too much interference and remains too weak."

Her thoughts clearly aligned with Fu Qian’s insights.

"Did you hear it, too weak, just add more effort."

As Fu Qian listened, he immediately shouted to the thief still pacing in circles.

"Are you sure?"

His movements even halted then, his tone filled with incredulity.

"Haha... since you’re so insistent."

Yet, faced with Fu Qian’s expressionless face, he quickly recalled the earlier learned lessons, refraining from asking pointless questions, instead burst into manic laughter.

And amongst laughter, he directly gouged out an eye and tossed it into the dense blood flow.

The floating and rolling eye even kept staring at Fu Qian — followed by more eyes.

Like tipping over a passion fruit drink, in an instant the blood flow everywhere was filled with eyes.

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