71: The Evil Omen Must Die (Part 17)_1
It really is you, kid!
Fu Qian looked at Huang Yuanchang, who sat on the ground.
The distinctive lanky figure of the Huang Family was unmistakable.
However, it seemed he was still a step too late given the current situation.
Who could have thought that three Night Watchmen, even inside the base, would be taken out so cleanly and efficiently?
Even though Huang Yuanchang was covered in wounds, it was still recognizable that his aura wasn’t that strong, at most it was of a Seventh Phase peak level.
Yet it was such a person who not only slaughtered his way from the Huang Family Estate to the Night Watchmen Base.
But also in a short span managed to kill three Night Watchmen so completely that they couldn’t be deader, then even posed them.
Who knows if Huang Jianyuan and his people last time were played around with like this too.
With Captain Qiao and his two men, Huang Yuanchang’s sacrifice should now be complete.
Fu Qian could distinctly feel that something was different.
His intuition told him the failure notification for containment would appear very soon.
He quickly decided to gather some more intel.
“Unfortunately for you, you’re too late.”
Huang Yuanchang was sitting paralyzed in a pool of blood, staring at his work with an obsessed look, his expression manic.
“The final sacrifice has been completed, you shall witness my rebirth!”
After a swell of emotion, Huang Yuanchang turned to look at Fu Qian.
“You must be very curious about how I did all this, aren’t you?”
“Do you want to know why I could kill those people?”
“Actually, it’s quite simple, I can just see their death coming, that’s all.”
Huang Yuanchang showed a fanatical smile.
“I am a Follower of God, you can’t see Him, you can’t even imagine His power.”
Sorry, but as a matter of fact, I have seen it, and quite clearly at that.
Fu Qian thought to himself.
“Guided by His omnipresence, I just need to follow orders, leading these people to their destined demise!”
“That’s why they can’t fight against me, because they can’t escape the premonition of death.”
This guy’s fanaticism is seriously off the charts, Fu Qian frowned.
But this “destined demise” thing is somewhat interesting.
Fu Qian thought about those Transcendents who died frustrated deaths.
What’s that saying again?
When people are killed, they die.
It’s not possible for someone to be on guard all the time, and according to this theory, as long as there is a possibility of being killed, Huang Yuanchang can see it under the guidance of that great existence, appearing at their most vulnerable, most relaxed moment, to reap their lives in any possible way.
This logic is quite like a series of movies he had seen before.
“Even those three were no exception, it just required me to pay some price to present their destined demise.”
Huang Yuanchang caressed his wounds, grimacing in pain yet laughing maniacally.
“Do you know? This is also why you could never catch me, because I can not only see others’ demise, but I can also see my own.”
“You may be very strong, I can’t even discern your level, but I just need to avoid those lines that would lead me to death, and then no one will ever be able to kill me.”
“No matter what means you use, no matter what plans you make, do you understand?”
Huang Yuanchang’s expression became even more delirious.
“Now that the final sacrifice is complete, you will have the honor of witnessing the great blessing He bestows upon His followers.”
“I can feel it already!”
“Hmm… I can feel it too.”
Fu Qian nodded.
This is no idle claim; since just now he had felt something very special taking shape within Huang Yuanchang’s body.
However, he wasn’t as optimistic as the latter; he thought that thing didn’t quite seem like a blessing.
“Continue speaking, I’m listening!”
Fu Qian had never really appreciated such verbose villains, but if they were on the opposite side from him, he was very much welcoming of it.
“In fact, He has been guiding me for many years.”
After his frenzied rant, Huang Yuanchang began to enter a phase of recalling the past.