475: The flesh and blood sniper, the transformed Leng Xuan!

Inside the [Five Weapons Furnace], the Nine Li Fire Seed surged.

Streaks of golden power emanated from the [Five Weapons Furnace].

The National Luck Black Dragon, circling in the sky, seemed to have caught the sweetest scent in the world and began to devour that wisp of golden energy.

This was the Origin power belonging to this Universe, incomparable to the National Luck he had devoured before.

Song Zhong watched the National Luck Black Dragon frantically devouring the Origin power, and as its power continuously grew, the ethereal images of the bronze coffins in the sky became increasingly solid.

“Greetings, Lord of the Nation!” Several figures appeared behind Song Zhong, precisely Shen Tu and the other Gods who had emerged from the bronze coffins.

“Hehe, congratulations, Lord of the Nation, you are one step closer to your plan,” Demon Star Houqing said with a fawning smile.

“Not at all, my journey to this point would not have been possible without everyone’s full support,” Song Zhong said calmly.

At this moment, Yu Lei stepped forward and said, “Lord of the Nation, forgive me, currently, Water God Gonggong and Wind Master Feilian have agreed to join our plan.

But Lord of War Chi You…”

Yu Lei hesitated for a moment, then continued, “Although Lord of War Chi You acknowledges the Lord of the Nation’s capacity, Lord of War Chi You will only agree to help after the Lord of the Nation successfully redeems his third ability.”

Song Zhong nodded after hearing this, as this result was within his expectations.

Song Zhong looked at the progress bar on the System, which showed 61%.

This meant that even after Song Zhong annihilated the Gods of Egypt, the Nordic region, and Olympus, and sacrificed all their corpses, the progress only advanced by 61%.

To redeem the ability, he still needed almost half a portion.

“It seems this fellow is giving me a tough challenge. Now, even if I don’t want to bother those Cthulhu, I can’t,” Song Zhong said self-deprecatingly.

“Alright, no matter what, let’s first refine this portion of the Universe’s will.”

Song Zhong sat cross-legged in the Void Realm, pouring his Divine Power into the [Five Weapons Furnace].

The furnace fire grew even more intense, and the rate at which the golden energy was extracted also began to accelerate… In the boundless and infinite starry sky, a large cluster of bubbles shimmering with a dreamlike radiance drifted aimlessly.

These bubbles formed a colossal gate, and within the gate, there existed an enormous, dreamlike bubble.

Inside the bubble, Lin Qi Ye lay unconscious.

And by his side, three figures stood.

If Lin Qi Ye were to awaken at this moment, he would surely be very surprised, as these three faces were all his old friends.

These three figures were An Qingyu, Si Xiaonan, and Leng Xuan.

Si Xiaonan and Leng Xuan looked at the unconscious Lin Qi Ye, their expressions somewhat peculiar.

An Qingyu still wore a cold, icy expression, but at this moment, a hint of pain flickered in his eyes.

Si Xiaonan noticed An Qingyu’s abnormality and asked, “Qi Yu, is the consciousness of the Key of the Gate going to start fighting for control of the body again?”

An Qingyu nodded. Ever since leaving the Kunlun Ruins, Si Xiaonan and Leng Xuan had been by An Qingyu’s side.

Although An Qingyu carried a strong Cthulhu aura, the two had never doubted An Qingyu.

Because if An Qingyu had completely succumbed to being a vessel for the Key of the Gate’s consciousness, then back in the Kunlun Ruins, he would not have chosen to stay behind alone to fight Andre.

Nor would he have rescued himself and Leng Xuan, who had already been invaded by Cthulhu’s power.

An Qingyu had always been just An Qingyu.

However, the fact that he was the only fragment of the Key of the Gate was indeed true.

But An Qingyu had been constantly struggling against the fragment consciousness of the Key of the Gate, indefinitely delaying its revival speed.

It was also thanks to Yelande’s intervention back then, who shattered the Key of the Gate. If faced with the complete will of the Key of the Gate, An Qingyu might not have been able to endure for so long.

And the fragment consciousness of the Key of the Gate was also very helpless; it didn't understand why An Qingyu was so resistant to merging with it.

It clearly felt An Qingyu’s inherent desire for truth and knowledge.

They clearly had common ground, yet An Qingyu, for the sake of emotional bonds between Mortals, stubbornly resisted it.

What was even more frustrating was that An Qingyu understood it too well; he knew exactly how to suppress it.

The fragment consciousness of the Key of the Gate was now in a dilemma, not daring to completely fall out with An Qingyu.

After all, it was the last fragment. If An Qingyu truly wanted to go down with it, then the Key of the Gate would never have a chance to revive.

Thus, the fragment consciousness of the Key of the Gate could only choose to slowly influence An Qingyu, hoping that one day, it could completely transform this person’s thoughts.

So, under such circumstances where both had concerns, An Qingyu endured until today.

After a while, An Qingyu rubbed his temples. Every time he made this gesture, it meant he had once again forced back the fragment consciousness of the Key of the Gate.

Seeing An Qingyu rubbing his temples, Si Xiaonan breathed a sigh of relief, and Leng Xuan on the side also felt relieved.

“Qi Yu, what should we do next? Do we really have to invade Lin Qi Ye’s mental world?” Si Xiaonan asked.

“That’s right, I must do this, otherwise Chaos will become suspicious.

He now controls the Mental Hospital of Gods, and it’s highly likely he has already obtained Michael’s Mortal Divine Realm.

This guy wields the authority of Miracles; it’s not an easy task to deceive him.”

“But, if we invade Lin Qi Ye’s mental world, won’t Chaos be able to logically awaken Azathoth?” Leng Xuan frowned.

“So, all I can do now is stall. If we confront him head-on, even all of us together are no match for Chaos,” An Qingyu said, silver light swirling in his eyes, and he continued:

“My The Only Correct Solution has already detected the emergence of a turning point, but what this turning point is, I’m still not clear.

Therefore, all I can do is stall, stall until that turning point appears.”

After hearing An Qingyu’s words, Si Xiaonan and Leng Xuan exchanged glances. They knew that the young man who had emerged from the sewers bore too much.

“Then what can we do?” Si Xiaonan asked.

“You two must stop the Black Goat,” An Qingyu said.

“The Black Goat? I understand,” Si Xiaonan said.

An Qingyu nodded, then his gaze rested on Leng Xuan, “Brother Leng Xuan, how is it? Are you adapting to the Forbidden Territory I modified for you?”

Leng Xuan gave a wry smile, “Forbidden Territory? It’s questionable whether this wicked thing can even still be called a Forbidden Territory.”

With that, Leng Xuan raised his left hand. At this moment, his left hand had lost its skin covering.

Black and red flesh was exposed, and a strong Cthulhu aura emanated from it.

As Leng Xuan willed it, the flesh began to continuously grow and reorganize.

Soon, his left arm transformed into a large flesh-and-blood sniper rifle, and then, the sound of bones breaking came from Leng Xuan’s body.

Bullets made of white bone filled the flesh-and-blood magazine.