They were indeed different, but each had its own merits.
Even Fu Qian had to admit that the Apostle's form looked more draconic than his own.
At the same time, though, it felt deeply off, like it had triggered the uncanny valley effect.
It looked so similar, yet fell just short—and that made it a desecration of the very concept of a dragon. Then again, there was nothing wrong with that. Didn't the Dragon King do the same thing?
Fu Qian remained as tolerant as ever and saw no problem with Brother Apostle's side of things.
The Dragon King Himself did not even have scales, yet pulled off something akin to wearing a wig. So what was wrong with His follower being bald?
Compared to that, what the follower was doing felt even more out of place.
What kind of Apostle casually gnawed on the object of his devotion until his mouth was slick with grease?
"Hmm... if it's you, that's fine."
His gaze swept over the Apostle repeatedly before Fu Qian finally let out a long sigh, casually plagiarizing Parchi the Deceiver's line as he keenly felt that the integrity rating of this expedition was truly abysmal.
The scales were fake, the Dragon King was fake, the Apostle was fake, and even the words were not original...
"You are committing blasphemy."
The one comforting thing was that the Apostle's faith appeared genuine.
Faced with Fu Qian's approval, the other party decisively expressed his own disapproval instead, with severe wording.
And it had to be said that transformation really made a difference—even his voice was far more imposing.
"Yes."
Thinking back on what he had done to the Dragon King, Fu Qian felt that the wording was not even severe enough.
"However, I still believe this power is closer to