Chapter 1210
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Chapter 1210 X God’s Agent
Listening to Lin Qiye’s “speech,” the eyes of all the agents grew brighter.
They were moved.
“Everyone, I know that previously, we may have had some unpleasantness, and you might have some misunderstandings about me, but ultimately, we are not enemies… in fact, we can be allies fighting side by side,” Lin Qiye solemnly began.
“To show my sincerity, I’ll help you remove the silver locks now, but we’re still in the city dungeon. If you don’t want to be captured again, don’t act rashly.”
The agents all nodded.
Lin Qiye searched the unconscious attendant, took out a key, and unlocked the silver locks.
Without the suppression of the silver locks, the agents’ divine domains returned. Their faces lit up with joy as they straightened their backs.
“Thank you very much, Mr. Miles,” Claude looked at Lin Qiye with gratitude in his eyes. “Without you, we might never have gotten out.”
The hostility in the other agents’ eyes had mostly dissipated. Lin Qiye actively coming to rescue them made up for his previous manipulation, temporarily earning their trust.
“This isn’t the place to talk. Let’s leave first,” Lin Qiye looked around and said thoughtfully, “But with so many of us… how can we leave here without making a sound?”
“Leave it to me.”
From the crowd, one agent stepped forward.
He waved his hand, and a gray ripple spread out, covering everyone. Their forms gradually faded in the air, as if disappearing.
Group invisibility?
Lin Qiye looked at that agent in surprise.
It seemed that traveling with so many agents had its advantages… at least these twenty-plus agents represented more than twenty different divine domains.
“Follow me, I know a safe place,” Lin Qiye said in a low voice.
“Wait!”
From the crowd, Agent 22 suddenly spoke:
“If we just leave like this, we’ll likely be discovered before long.
This city has many divine artifacts, and there might be something that can track us. If that old man with the King’s Scepter catches up, we’re still doomed.”
Hearing this, the agents frowned slightly.
“What do you mean? You want us to stay here?”
“No, I have another way.”
Agent 22’s eyes narrowed. He grabbed the index and middle fingers of one hand with the other and suddenly pulled with force, actually tearing off these two fingers from the root!
Blood splattered, falling onto the dungeon’s stone floor. Everyone present frowned simultaneously, and even Lin Qiye’s expression tightened as he looked at Agent 22 in confusion.
Agent 22, expressionless, threw the severed fingers on the ground. The next moment, these two finger segments began to twist eerily.
In the pool of blood, the two fingers clung together like lovers, their fingertips swelling and expanding into two balls of flesh, then rapidly dividing.
Two, four, eight, sixteen… in just three minutes, more than twenty flesh balls appeared in the blood pool.
Under Agent 22’s control, these flesh balls gradually took human form, their facial features changing to perfectly match each agent who had been confined here.
They sat naked on the ground, their eyes vacant, like a group of soulless flesh puppets, motionless.
Creating human bodies out of thin air?!
What kind of ability was this?
Witnessing this scene, Lin Qiye was utterly shocked.
The other agents, seeing this, seemed to realize something and turned to look at Agent 22, chuckling softly:
“Desire Bodies? I wondered who you were… so you’re the agent of the famous Lust God Philotes?”
Hearing the words “Lust God’s agent,” Agent 22’s eyes flashed with anger!
He extended his hand like lightning, gripping that agent’s throat, his eyes bursting with murderous intent:
“Say that again?!”
The agent’s eyes showed disdain, and just as he was about to speak, Lin Qiye grabbed Agent 22’s wrist and calmly said:
“Now is not the time for infighting. Both of you, say less. Agent 22, let him go.”
Agent 22 stared intently at the agent’s eyes, like a hungry wolf wanting to tear apart its prey.
“I warn you, don’t mention that woman’s name in front of me… unless you want to die!”
He snorted coldly and released the agent’s throat.
The agent stepped back, his expression toward Agent 22 utterly cold.
“With these bodies, we can indeed confuse the ordinary people. Everyone, leave your cloaks behind, and we can depart,” Lin Qiye said, standing between the two.
Everyone quickly removed their cloaks, covering the corresponding bodies, and then under the protection of the gray ripple, quietly left the dungeon.
…
After everyone had left, the twenty-plus vacant Desire Bodies in the dungeon, as if receiving some signal, slowly rose from the ground.
Like zombies, they pushed open the dungeon door and walked to an unconscious attendant lying on the ground.
It was the attendant who had kicked Agent 22 earlier.
Their hollow gazes stared fixedly at the attendant, sinister and eerie.
In the dim candlelight of the dungeon, the shadows of the twenty-plus Desire Bodies on the ancient stone walls slowly raised the chains in their hands.
And brought them down with force!
Bang—bang—bang!
Like a group of soulless violence machines, they frantically hammered at the attendant’s head. Warm brain matter mixed with blood quickly splattered throughout the entire dungeon.
…
Deep night.
Almost no residents could be seen walking outside in Crow City. Lin Qiye led the agents through several stone-paved streets and finally entered a small stone house.
This stone house belonged to “Old Six,” the identity Lin Qiye had assumed when infiltrating the city. Since his parents were both dead and no one was at home, it was now the best hiding place for everyone.
In the narrow room, more than twenty people rushed in at once, making it somewhat crowded.
Lin Qiye scanned the surroundings with his mental power, confirming no one had discovered them, then pulled the curtains and lit a candle in the corner.
The faint light danced on the earthen-yellow stone table, dimly illuminating everyone’s faces. Except for Lin Qiye, everyone else wore grave expressions.
“There are less than two days left until the deadline given by those two gods,” one agent said solemnly. “Until now, we still don’t know how to subdue this treasury… what should we do next?”
“Shouldn’t we ask Agent 22? He sold the secret of the King’s Treasury, so he should know more about this place than we do.”
Everyone’s gaze fell on Agent 22 in the corner.
At this moment, Agent 22 was sitting in the corner of the room, his eyes unfocused, his face slightly distorted, his expression fierce and brutal.
“Agent 22?” Lin Qiye frowned as he spoke.
Agent 22 returned to his senses, his distorted expression gradually returning to calm. After pondering for a moment, he said:
“I have indeed researched materials related to the Hero King, but I have no clue how to subdue the King’s Treasury.
If the stories recorded in historical documents are true, then this treasury can only be activated by Gilgamesh himself, who possesses the Law of Kingship. No one else can possibly subdue it.”
He knows about the Law of Kingship too?
Lin Qiye recalled Agent 22’s reaction when he saw the city lord pull out that golden scepter in the square today, and his mind stirred slightly.
This Agent 22 definitely possessed a wealth of information about this treasury… who exactly was he?
“You can first tell us what you know,” Lin Qiye actively spoke up. “This way, when I make predictions later, I can be more accurate.”
Hearing the word “predictions,” the agents’ eyes lit up.
