Its flow was still warm.
Fu Qian had been standing at the edge of the hall, far enough not to be the first one struck.
But as the vanguard knight, how could he let the Pope come into contact with such blasphemous filth?
Before the blood even hit the ground, Fu Qian had already stepped forward, shielding the Witch behind him.
Not only that, he even reached out and caught the first spurt of arterial blood that day.
"Y-yes... just like that!"
His actions seemed to thrill Gentleman on the Beam, who was looking down from above. He burst into a cackling laugh.
"Touch it. Feel it... This isn't just blood! It's something those fools have never been worthy of seeing!"
Couldn't he do something about the low information density of his dialogue?
Did he really need to say it wasn't ordinary? It would've been a little more interesting if he'd explained why.
Of course, even though Gentleman on the Beam was deeply invested, he still failed to win Fu Qian's approval.
At that moment, Fu Qian shook his head inwardly, then rubbed the blood between his fingers.
He had to admit, the color was still quite vivid, but the blood seemed to have a rather high concentration of clotting factors. He could even feel jelly-like clots forming.
What was more, even someone as powerful as he was in his current Second Order state could feel the blood beneath the skin of his palm answering the call to lie down and give up. It was growing sluggish and heavy.
The heaviness spread through his entire body, making him feel as though he were turning into a stone—or a gravestone?
Amazing. Could this be the legendary power of cholesterol?
Fu Qian marveled to himself.
Jokes aside, there was no doubt that