Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 92: King of the White Tower (14)
Sure enough, pulling off this kind of fancy trick now is still pushing it a bit.
Standing in front of the Laboratory's main doors, Fu Qian could still feel the tearing sensation in his right hand.
Forcibly erupting the Biochemical Demon Arm just now placed an even heavier burden on his body than yesterday's transformation.
Fortunately, this time it was only maintained for an instant, not reaching the point of dropping his Sanity Value.
Even so, this kind of overdrawn damage couldn't be fixed just by chopping it off and regenerating a new one.
But as long as it achieved the desired effect, it was worth it.
Turning his arm into tentacles was indeed for showmanship, but his goal wasn't to scare people.
This horrifying method of attack, combined with the dyed marks on his arm, should be enough to cause Ibrahimovic to misunderstand.
The upcoming opportunity was fleeting.
"Open the door."
Fu Qian looked at the guards stepping forward to greet him at the entrance.
It had to be said, imitating Lu Ming's face was still quite difficult, and some details were hard to get right.
Luckily, the guards didn't dare to look too closely either, nimbly opening the door.
Following his memories from before, Fu Qian quickly navigated through the Laboratory.
Probably because of the tournament, there were even fewer people than when he came yesterday.
Since he wasn't the real Lu Ming, the multiple security doors inside weren't so easy to open.
Fu Qian was well-prepared for this; before even arriving, an Air Bullet arrived first for all of them.
For a time, alarms blared everywhere he passed.
Amidst the shouting, it could be confirmed that a large number of guards were rushing over.
Fu Qian didn't care at all, passing through door after door with an expressionless face, heading all the way down.
Soon, the dazzling array of the Material Vault appeared before him.
Ignoring the huge pile of stuff around him, Fu Qian walked straight in and found the box from yesterday.
Pulling it open, the faint blue tentacles appeared before him once more, even seemingly somewhat restless the moment they saw Fu Qian.
Fu Qian raised his hand. The marks on his right hand had already spread to his shoulder, faintly resonating with the tentacles.
Fu Qian closed the box again. Before he had time to make another move, a sound like shattering crystal suddenly echoed in his ears.
Countless translucent, slender ice crystals rose from beneath his feet, instantly sweeping across the entire room and beginning to grow wildly.
In less than two seconds, Fu Qian's lower half was tightly encased in clusters of razor-sharp ice spikes.
"Honestly, I'm very disappointed."
A familiar voice sounded from behind, and Lu Ming, dressed in a loose gray robe, walked in.
Blasphemous Fire was already faintly brewing in his right hand, the open beast-like maw aimed in this direction.
"I thought we were kindred spirits with aligned views. I didn't expect you to have ulterior motives too. Good thing I had them keep a close watch on you."
"Where did you plan to take the tentacles? Wouldn't it have been fine to cooperate according to the plan we discussed?
Why couldn't you wait even a little bit of time?"
"That nonsense could only fool an idiot."
Fu Qian turned his head to look at Lu Ming.
"I stopped believing in free lunches falling from the sky when I was in primary school. Did you really think you'd just hand me an opportunity to become a Demigod?
In your plan, I'm just one of the test subjects, right?"
Clap, clap, clap!
"You're not stupid, are you!"
Lu Ming clapped his hands while making a face of appreciation.
"That's right, you are a perfect experimental subject, and you will be the final step of our testing."
"In fact, just now, if you hadn't tried to take the item away but merely touched it, we wouldn't have even stepped in to stop you. We would have just Observed Quietly."
We.
Fu Qian turned to look at the corner of the Warehouse, where the ice crystals had blown in from.
Standing there was a withered, gaunt old man with a white beard and hair. His right hand was a deformed, long beak similar in shape to Lu Ming's, except it was shrouded in a layer of white frost.
He was the one who created the stuff on the ground.
"Let me guess, this gentleman is also from the Rebirth Club?"
"Yes, you can call him Juchi. After all, I didn't have much confidence in dealing with you alone."
Lu Ming wore a face full of smiles.
"Why waste your breath on him."
Juchi in the corner finally spoke. His voice wasn't ancient; it even sounded a bit effeminate.
"Doing it this way, aren't you afraid of breaking the item?"
Fu Qian glanced at the box.
"It wouldn't be damaged even if you were smashed to pieces."
Juchi sneered.
"But I will try my best not to smash you into pieces. After all, such excellent experimental material is too hard to come by."
Before he finished speaking, a stream of frosty, biting cold surged out from his right hand.
At the same time, a swath of eerie green flames attacked from Lu Ming's direction.
For a moment, white and green intertwined, instantly engulfing Fu Qian's figure.
Fu Qian didn't try to dodge.
The space here wasn't large, and facing this kind of large-scale AoE, dodging was meaningless.
With a crackling sound, Fu Qian forcibly tore his legs free, getting slashed to the point of dripping blood by the sharp ice crystals.
But this also briefly freed him, and then, without hesitation, he faced the flames and charged straight at Lu Ming.
In almost an instant, Fu Qian felt a layer of flesh and skin on his right hand burn away, the corrosive residual fire even continuing to spread inward.
At the same time, Juchi's frosty exhalation made him feel as if an iceberg was pressing down on him; every step was abnormally heavy.
His reverse charge clearly startled Lu Ming, who subconsciously tried to dodge backward. Unexpectedly, the moment he moved, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen, and blood splattered.
Under the cover of ice and fire, an Air Bullet fired by Fu Qian hit him.
Lu Ming's figure stalled from the injury, and Fu Qian had already arrived on horseback (arrived swiftly).
Up close, this guy was completely outmatched. Facing the wound on his abdomen, Fu Qian decisively used Visceral Critical Strike.
Boom!
With one strike, the wound on Lu Ming's stomach was torn open even further.
And this was the result of Fu Qian holding back.
Indescribable agony blurred Lu Ming's vision.
However, before he could react, Fu Qian's other hand reached over again, holding a blurry mass of faint blue.
The previously empty abdominal cavity was suddenly filled, as if something had been stuffed inside.
He didn't even have time to see what it was before his neck tightened the next moment.
Lu Ming was grabbed by the neck by Fu Qian and dragged as he charged toward the other target.
A crystal-clear ice wall appeared, attempting to block Fu Qian's movements, but it was smashed to pieces before it could even fully form.
Amidst the flying ice shards, several Air Bullets had already whistled out.
Despite Lu Ming's warning example, the distance was simply too close. Under Juchi's full-force evasion, one shot still hit him under the ribs.
Boom!
The injured Juchi didn't even have time to adjust his balance before he was smashed into the wall by the sprinting Fu Qian.
After a crisp sound of cracking bones, the man collapsed into a heap.
All the special effects across the room dissipated at this point.
"We can talk..."
Looking at the demon-god-like Fu Qian, Juchi forced himself to speak quickly.
"Even though we wanted to use you for an experiment before, the fusion thing is real. As long as you are willing to cooperate, plus our previous testing results, we can really make you a Demigod..."
Unfortunately, Fu Qian's response was to directly throw Lu Ming onto him.
Bracing himself to avoid getting hit in his vitals, Juchi still wanted to say something when he suddenly realized that something snake-like was wriggling inside Lu Ming's abdomen.
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