Chapter 1863
by 林方方Chapter 1863 Now, You Are Not
After much hesitation, Number 22 finally steeled himself, gripped the end of the [King’s Scepter], and forcefully pulled it out from his body!
Forget it, let’s take a gamble!
If you want power, how can you not take risks?
The Gate of Truth is something from outside this universe, and it’s an entity on the level of the Three Pillar Gods. It surely wouldn’t deceive a human just for an artifact, right?
With the sound of flesh tearing, the [King’s Scepter] was firmly gripped in Number 22’s hand. A hideous bloody gash ran through his chest, but as his bloated skin continued to writhe, more and more flesh filled in, healing the wound.
Number 22 held the blood-stained scepter, took a deep breath, and extended it toward the starlight tentacle…
—!!
Just as the starlight tentacle was about to take the scepter, a gray shadow flashed like lightning in front of Number 22. The next moment, his hand was completely empty.
Number 22 was stunned.
He instinctively turned his head and saw a huge gray-skinned rat holding the [King’s Scepter] in its mouth, silently watching him from a distance.
With a flash of lightning, the gray-skinned rat gradually stood up, transforming into a figure wearing a gray robe. Dense electric arcs spread around it, and in those blood-colored pupils, a clear “One” character was visible.
Yu Yi!
Seeing this, Number 22’s pupils suddenly contracted!
“Give me back the scepter!!” he roared, his bloated form stomping the ground, charging toward Yu Yi like a ferocious beast with uncoordinated limbs.
At the same time, Yu Yi’s demeanor rapidly changed. The “One” character in his eyes gradually disappeared, and the gray robe was dyed pitch black. As a scar appeared on his forehead, An Qingyu’s soul had transferred over from afar.
An Qingyu held the [King’s Scepter] in one hand, with faint mist spreading from beneath his robe. In the haziness, those gray eyes were indifferent and mysterious.
A shadow flashed across the ground, and Number 22’s ferocious face appeared before him. A fist covered with scars and suture threads swung with a howling wind, aiming at An Qingyu’s face!
The wild wind lifted the black robe, and An Qingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, gently tilting his head to avoid the strike. The fierce wind from the punch swept through his hair.
The next moment, his fingertip precisely touched Number 22’s chest!
Boom—!!
A barrel-sized bloody hole exploded out of nowhere. Number 22’s bloated body, as if hammered open, violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and rolled onto the ground like mud.
Blood quickly stained the ground. Number 22 supported himself with both hands, gritting his teeth as he tried to stand up. Strands of flesh regenerated from that sutured shell, continuously filling the gap in the central bloody hole. His face was extremely pale.
“Who… exactly are you?!” Number 22 stared at An Qingyu and asked hoarsely.
“Who I am, does it matter?” An Qingyu spoke calmly. “I thought getting here wouldn’t be difficult for you, but I didn’t expect you to nearly be wiped out in the depths of the labyrinth… [Divine Desire Paradise], truly a bunch of rabble.”
Hearing these words, Number 22 seemed to understand something, his eyes slightly contracting:
“It’s you?! You were the one who sent us information about the Gate of Truth? You deliberately lured us here??”
Number 22’s thoughts raced like lightning. Looking at the [King’s Scepter] in An Qingyu’s hand, everything seemed to become clear. “So, there was never any equivalent exchange at the Gate of Truth? You tricked us here just to steal the [King’s Scepter] from me?!”
“You think too highly of yourself.” An Qingyu’s voice was completely calm. “The [King’s Scepter] could be obtained by simply killing you. Even slaughtering the entire [Divine Desire Paradise] wouldn’t be difficult for me.”
An Qingyu’s voice contained not a hint of emotion, but to Number 22, these words felt like a slap in the face.
The contempt inadvertently revealed by the other party ignited Number 22, who was already full of anger. His body gradually straightened, and a pink divine power halo spread from beneath his feet!
“If you were a supreme god, I might tolerate such talk… but you’re just a major god, why put on such airs?!”
Number 22 cursed angrily. From the rib area of his bloated body, a pair of arms suddenly broke out. Four palms formed a strange hand seal in mid-air, and countless pink phantom snakes, like intertwining jade fingers, burst from beneath An Qingyu’s feet!
These phantom snakes surrounded An Qingyu, constantly flicking their red tongues. However, they didn’t make the typical hissing sound of snakes, but rather a series of suggestive moans.
An Qingyu stood in his black robe amidst the countless phantom snakes, expressionlessly walking outward.
Dense pink phantom snakes coiled around his hands and feet, gathering at his ears, constantly licking his earlobes, like a surging ocean engulfing him!
Just as Number 22 was coldly snorting, a crisp breaking sound came from the sea of snakes!
Crack—!
A gray light flashed through the void, and thousands upon thousands of pink phantom snakes suddenly froze, then shattered like glass piece by piece!
All the moans turned into shrill screams, lasting only for an instant before disappearing without a trace. A black shadow stepped through the void, instantly appearing before Number 22.
Number 22’s pupils contracted sharply. Just as he was about to retreat, extreme ice froze half of his body, like a half ice coffin sealing him within. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move an inch.
“This is impossible… as long as one is human, they must have desires! Why weren’t you affected?!” Number 22 saw An Qingyu’s dead-water-like eyes, and an inexplicable chill seeped from the bottom of his heart. “What kind of monster are you?!”
“Monster?” An Qingyu paused for a moment. “You’re right… perhaps I can no longer be considered a complete ‘human’.”
He stood in front of the frozen Number 22, a black scalpel falling into his palm. Those eyes continuously examined Number 22’s body, as if analyzing something.
“Crude suturing techniques… is this how you invaded the body of the Goddess of Desire and obtained her power?”
Under An Qingyu’s gaze, for some reason, the chill in Number 22’s heart grew increasingly intense.
His demeanor was no longer as tough as before, and his voice carried a hint of pleading: “What do you want to do? You can’t kill me… if you want to use the [King’s Scepter], I can help you! I’m the only one in this world who can use it!”
“The only one who can use it?”
An Qingyu’s eyebrows slightly raised. The next moment, the scalpel in his palm precisely cut a corner of Number 22’s heart, slicing off a writhing fragment!
Number 22’s screams echoed to the heavens!
An Qingyu placed this fragment in his palm, carefully examining it for a moment, then rubbed his fingers together, turning it directly into flying ash… Then, his palm began to emit an aura identical to that piece of heart!
He placed his hand on the [King’s Scepter], and a faint light lit up from the top of the scepter.
“Now, you’re not,” he said calmly.