Chapter 1218
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Chapter 1218 “Holy Grail” Wish
Black City.
At the edge of the city-state.
In the pitch-black ancient well, a dark golden chalice emitted dreamlike radiance, with blood-red wine swirling inside, captivating everyone’s attention.
Claude and the others stared intently at the floating [Holy Grail], swallowing hard.
“[Holy Grail]… is this the [Holy Grail]?”
One agent murmured.
“The supreme wish-granting machine that can fulfill any desire.” Claude’s eyes lit up with joy, “We found it!”
He reached out, about to touch the [Holy Grail] that was within reach, when suddenly, a sharp cold gleam flashed from behind!
Claude felt a chill on the back of his neck, his hair standing on end. Without thinking, he lunged forward.
The next moment, a dark-colored long blade silently passed over his head, cutting a few strands of his hair while simultaneously decapitating the two agents standing beside him.
Their heads, full of terror and confusion, were thrown high into the air. The spurting blood was drawn toward the dark golden chalice floating in the center, flowing into it like a stream.
The crimson liquid rose slightly, rippling against the smooth walls of the cup.
Claude came to his senses and turned around sharply. He saw that two agents had already joined forces and begun attacking all the agents at the bottom of the ancient well.
The strike that had nearly cost Claude his life had been delivered by one of these agents. Seeing that his attack had failed to kill Claude, he frowned, then the dark light around his body flashed and surged toward Claude like a tsunami.
“Have you gone mad?!” Claude roared.
“Mad? I think you’re the mad ones,” that agent sneered. “You actually thought you could slay gods with a few divine artifacts? Do you really think gods are pushovers?
Now the [Holy Grail] that can fulfill any wish is right before us. If we kill all of you, we can wish to erase the divine marks within our bodies… When survival is at stake, who wants to risk opposing the gods?”
Splat! Splat!
Two more sprays of blood erupted as another two agents had their chests pierced in a sudden attack.
They clutched their chests in agony and looked back at the two traitors, their eyes filled with rage. But as their life force rapidly drained away, this anger eventually transformed into pure suffering.
“Claude…” a dying agent reached out his hand, seemingly asking Claude to save him, but the latter only gave him a complicated look and shook his head.
“Sorry, I can’t save you.”
Hearing these words, the hope in that agent’s eyes completely shattered, leaving only endless despair.
He clutched Claude’s clothes and took his final breath.
In the narrow ancient well, of the seven people who had been searching for the [Holy Grail] together, only three remained.
Although four agents had died tragically, not a trace of blood could be smelled in the well. Every drop of blood and flesh had been devoured by the [Holy Grail] in the center, transformed into crimson wine swirling within the cup.
Claude looked at the dreamlike [Holy Grail], his eyes flickering momentarily before narrowing as he turned toward the two attackers.
“Your plan was perfect, but unfortunately, you failed to kill me immediately.” Claude spoke coldly, as dancing lightning flashed beneath the ancient well,
“Since your original plan has failed… you might as well become my sacrifices too.”
The faces of the two agents immediately darkened.
Although they were all at the “Klein” level, Claude before them ranked sixth among the [Ten Lords], and he possessed the divine ruins of Thor, the thunder god, with tremendous destructive power!
“Grab the [Holy Grail] first! Use it against him!” one of the agents shouted.
Both agents reached for the floating dark golden chalice in the center. Claude snorted coldly, lightning erupting around his body, rushing forward at an astonishing speed!
Boom——!!!
A blinding flash of lightning mixed with thunderous noise exploded at the edge of the city-state. Countless lightning bolts tore the ancient well to pieces, and two charred figures rose from the ground.
Then, like the thunder god descending to earth, Claude floated up from the dust, the [Holy Grail] emitting dreamlike light cradled in his left hand.
Claude stared at the crimson liquid swirling in the dark golden chalice in his palm, his eyes somewhat distant.
He shifted his gaze to the two disheveled agents before him and sneered:
“You two actually thought you could snatch the [Holy Grail]?”
“You’re insane!” one of the agents shouted, “Creating such a commotion, that old man will come with the [Scepter]. We’ll all die then!”
Claude’s gaze sharpened as he turned to look into the distance.
The sudden lightning storm had awakened the sleeping city-state. Countless residents emerged from their homes in terror, looking in their direction. Meanwhile, a black dot was rapidly approaching from the direction of the lord’s mansion.
Claude glanced at the [Holy Grail] in his hand, and for some reason, felt unprecedented confidence rising within him.
“This time, I won’t give him the chance to use the [Scepter],” he said calmly.
In the distance.
The old city lord, wearing pajamas and holding the king’s [Scepter], was rushing toward them.
His gaze fell on the figure surrounded by terrifying lightning, and when he clearly saw what was in his hand, his expression changed.
“This is bad, it’s the [Holy Grail]!”
The old city lord’s heart sank.
The [Scepter] could forcibly requisition others’ power, but its range was limited. To drain Claude and the others’ mental power from a distance, he needed to be within a kilometer.
Normally, this one-kilometer distance wouldn’t be an issue for the old city lord, as most battles occurred at close range. Even if someone attacked with mental or divine power from afar, as long as the attack entered the one-kilometer range, he could forcibly requisition it with the [Scepter].
But he never imagined that Claude would obtain the [Holy Grail]!
The [Holy Grail] was the supreme wish-granting machine with no distance limitations.
And the wishes triggered by the [Holy Grail] didn’t belong to any form of energy, so even the [Scepter] couldn’t forcibly requisition them.
The old city lord gritted his teeth, about to accelerate to quickly enter the one-kilometer range, when in the distant night sky, the figure surrounded by lightning slowly raised the [Holy Grail] in his hand.
“I wish for human petrification,” Claude said calmly.
As his words fell, the crimson liquid swirling in the dark golden chalice decreased slightly.
At the same time, a faint light flashed across the surface of the [Holy Grail], and some incredibly mysterious power rippled outward. Several kilometers away, the old city lord felt his body stiffen, freezing in place.
Gray-white stone rapidly filled his body. He looked at his quickly petrifying form in astonishment, his eyes full of terror and despair.
Three seconds later, a stone statue of an old man holding the [Scepter] appeared on the stone-paved street of the city-state.
