Chapter 1866
by 林方方Chapter 1866 Rivets
Sensing that the scepter felt wrong, An Qingyu immediately tried to pull it out from the dark mire, but at that instant, a flash of sword light slashed down toward his head!
An Qingyu dodged to the side, but the hand that had been holding the scepter was a step too slow and was cut off by the sword light. He frowned, and the [King’s Sword] in his other hand swept behind him, a wave of cold instantly freezing half the sky into blocks!
From within the extremely cold ice and snow, a pitch-black human silhouette darted out, instantly transforming into Lin Qiye’s figure, one hand reaching for the [King’s Scepter]!
The ability of the [King’s Scepter] was very troublesome. Whoever could use it to extract the divine power from the opponent first would essentially secure victory.
An Qingyu knew this as well. A burst of blood light suddenly erupted from beneath his ribs, and a grotesque blood hand crawled out from inside his body, also reaching for the end of the scepter.
Both hands grabbed opposite sides of the scepter simultaneously!
As An Qingyu activated the power of the [King’s Scepter], a faint golden light bloomed from the bottom of the scepter. At the same time, a magical light flashed over Lin Qiye’s body, transforming him back to his original form, with threads of cause and effect quickly wrapping around him!
For a moment, the light on the surface of the [King’s Scepter] rapidly alternated between brightness and darkness, like a broken light bulb.
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes, and the cause and effect threads extended directly past the [King’s Scepter] toward An Qingyu’s body. The latter’s gray eyes focused, and his other palm immediately erupted with a deep purple lightning, smashing into the surface of the scepter!
Boom——!!
A huge ball of lightning exploded in mid-air, and the [King’s Scepter] was blown away by the aftershock, plunging directly into the shattered ground.
Lin Qiye’s figure emerged from the darkness, landing steadily on the ground. An Qingyu, with one arm severed and only one arm and a blood hand barely supporting him, landed somewhat awkwardly on the other side of the battlefield.
“I was wondering earlier, this maze is so large that even if thousands of people entered, they would be separated… None of the dozen or so people from [Divine Domain Paradise] were encountered, so how was it that No. 22 happened to run into Vishnu?” Lin Qiye slowly spoke. “Now it seems this was all your arrangement?”
“Yes,” An Qingyu nodded.
“You engineered the meeting between No. 22 and Vishnu. This way, Vishnu would inevitably try to hold me back, and then you could steal the [King’s Scepter], while also turning Vishnu to your side, appropriating his divine power and that of Nyx who was trapped behind the door… But there’s one thing I still don’t understand.”
Lin Qiye stared into his eyes,
“When did you start following him? Or have you been hiding in this maze all along?”
“The remains of the Gate of Truth are crucial to me, so of course I had to leave some measures to prevent others from getting to it first,” An Qingyu calmly replied.
“What do you want to do with its remains?”
An Qingyu paused for a moment. “Awaken the [Key to the Door] and summon the true Gate of Truth.”
Hearing this, the coldness in Lin Qiye’s eyes surged again. He extended his palm and pressed down on the darkness in the air.
The next moment, An Qingyu felt successive bursts of intense pain from various parts of his body, as if thick rivets were suddenly being driven into him!
Looking down, he saw that his shoulders, knees, ankles, and palms had been pierced by darkness, his entire body pinned like on a cross. Bone-chilling cold seeped into his body from the wounds, and an unprecedented feeling of weakness washed over him.
Lin Qiye, holding the Kusanagi sword, emanated two auras of depth and heat from his black and gold pupils, unleashing divine power approaching the supreme level!
An Qingyu’s expression became extremely grave. He tried to mobilize the divine power within his body but found that most of it was being devoured by the dark rivets driven into him. The divine power he could gather was pitifully small.
White frost spread over An Qingyu’s body. He forcefully twisted, wrenching his frost-covered left shoulder from the rivet that had pinned it.
Just as he was about to continue, those gold and black eyes appeared before him.
“The [Key to the Door] cannot be revived. This body of yours… I’ll take it.”
A flash of sword light passed before An Qingyu’s eyes. In the endless darkness, golden light descended from the sky. Light and shadow seemed to be cut by an extremely fine boundary, slicing through An Qingyu’s pinned body.
Light and shadow cast upon that black cross. An Qingyu’s still-struggling form froze, and a line of blood appeared at the interface of light and shadow. His entire body was silently split in two.
Dark flames rose from within the blood line, mercilessly devouring the surrounding flesh.
An Qingyu’s eyes gradually became unfocused, the gray disappearing completely, returning to those bright red “one” character pupils. The black robe turned gray, the soul within having already transferred elsewhere.
The darkness receded like a tide to Lin Qiye’s feet, and the golden light folded back like wings between those six pure white feathers.
Looking at the body being devoured by darkness before him, Lin Qiye’s expression didn’t change much. He had long known that An Qingyu wouldn’t die with this body. To truly kill him, one would have to first eliminate all these artificial divine avatars.
Lin Qiye put away the Kusanagi sword and walked toward Nyx.
Seeing that long-missed face, Nyx’s eyes immediately brightened. She lifted her skirt and quickly stepped forward, embracing Lin Qiye’s shoulders, asking with concern:
“How are you? Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine, Mother,” Lin Qiye smiled. “I’m not who I was years ago… Now even a supreme god might not be able to harm me.”
After confirming that Lin Qiye was indeed unharmed, Nyx sighed deeply. “Unfortunately, I couldn’t stop Vishnu. He got away.”
“You had your divine power drained. There was no need to take risks. We’ll kill him face-to-face next time.”
Lin Qiye seemed to remember something and picked up the [King’s Scepter] and [King’s Sword] from the ground nearby. Since Yu Yi had been killed by him, these divine weapons couldn’t be taken away and ultimately returned to his hands.
Athena and Artemis approached from a distance. Both were injured and their divine power similarly depleted. Seeing Nyx return unharmed, they both sighed in relief.
While the three of them were talking, Lin Qiye’s gaze fell on the corpse among the tentacles, his eyes narrowing slightly…
He stepped forward and saw No. 22, who had been disemboweled, trapped in thick ice, struggling desperately.
Seeing Lin Qiye approach, fear appeared in his eyes.
“It seems your good foster father doesn’t care about you that much,” Lin Qiye spoke unhurriedly. “He ran away in the chaos but left you here… How heartbreaking.”