Chapter 1220
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Chapter 1220 Pakash’s Wish
Poof—!!
Just as Prakash’s palm was about to touch the golden wine pot, the latter seemed to be startled by something and suddenly flew upward!
In that moment, Prakash grabbed nothing but air.
Prakash: ……
It can escape on its own? This [Holy Grail] truly has a spirit!!
Seeing that Prakash failed to catch the [Holy Grail], the other agents all breathed sighs of relief. At this moment, they also realized that the biggest obstacle on their path to obtaining the [Holy Grail] was Prakash.
Prakash was the agent of Vishnu, one of India’s three supreme gods. From the hierarchy of divine ruins alone, he could crush everyone present. His overall combat strength ranked fourth among the [Ten Lords], and against an existence of this level, they had almost no chance of winning in a one-on-one fight.
“The time for the divine mark to activate is approaching… let’s kill him together!!” one agent shouted.
With these words, the agents who were in the midst of chaotic battle instantly reached consensus, simultaneously attacking Prakash in the sky. Countless divine ruins roared forth like a tidal wave.
Prakash’s expression became extremely grave!
He had been circling around the battlefield, keeping his presence to a minimum, precisely to prevent such a situation of being surrounded. Having finally waited for the opportunity to grab the [Holy Grail], only to have it fly away on its own… the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse.
He glanced back at the golden wine pot spinning in the air behind him, a trace of determination appearing in his eyes.
If he could obtain the [Holy Grail], what did it matter to pay some price?!
“You’re seeking death!” Prakash looked at the agents charging from all directions, bloodshot lines climbing into his eyes as he growled.
Prakash raised his foot and stomped fiercely on empty space!
Boom—!!
Invisible ripples spread out, and Prakash’s back suddenly arched as two arms burst through his flesh and grew out.
His skin began to take on a dark yellow color like Buddhist robes, spreading rapidly. In just a few seconds, his entire body had transformed into a dark yellow four-armed Buddha statue, with endless rage emanating from his blood-colored eyes.
His four hands formed seals in succession, then pressed down forcefully from the sky. Mysterious and magnificent golden seals condensed from the void, pressing down toward the many agents.
Lin Qiye let out a soft exclamation.
“The divine ruins of India’s supreme god… indeed somewhat resemble the ancient Buddhas in Daxia mythology,” he thought to himself.
Thinking carefully, he understood the reason.
Buddhism in Daxia originally came from India, so it wasn’t strange that Indian gods possessed some Buddhist characteristics. Strictly speaking, only Taoism truly originated in Daxia, which is why Daxia’s supreme gods were the Three Pure Ones of Taoism. Perhaps other Daxia deities might have Buddhist lineages, but there would never be a Buddhist supreme deity.
Even as an agent of a supreme god, could Prakash face seven or eight agents of the same level alone… could he win?
While Lin Qiye was silently analyzing the situation, somewhere in the night sky, a light blue trace streaked across like a meteor, quietly hovering between the clouds, seemingly observing the chaotic battle below.
Lin Qiye, constantly aware of his surroundings, immediately noticed its presence.
“[Star Coin]?” Lin Qiye’s expression brightened.
He had set up this scheme precisely to use the agents to draw out the King’s [Star Coin]. Now that the [Star Coin] had appeared, it meant his plan was more than halfway complete.
In the dark clouds, a light blue star coin was continuously spinning and jumping, cautiously approaching the battlefield below.
Lin Qiye monitored the battlefield while keeping track of the approaching [Star Coin].
Currently, the [Star Coin] was too far away. Acting rashly might scare it off. Only when it was close enough would there be a greater chance of capturing it.
On the battlefield, Prakash, transformed into a four-armed Buddha statue, tore another agent to pieces. A rain of blood splashed everywhere, yet not a single drop could stain his dark yellow Buddhist robe.
Prakash stood amidst the bloody rain, his chest heaving violently. He looked down at the last remaining agent, his eyes blood-red, like a god of war.
“What kind of monster are you…”
The last agent, having witnessed Prakash’s near-slaughter, was completely terrified. Transformed into a four-armed Buddha statue, Prakash was simply a killing machine. The gap in strength between them was simply too great.
Prakash didn’t speak. Those blood-colored eyes stared fixedly at him. His figure flickered, turning into a dark yellow lightning bolt that directly shattered the agent’s body.
The agent’s eyes widened, looking at his own shattered body in disbelief, the light in his eyes gradually fading in deep despair.
Prakash walked out from the bloody rain, scanning the corpses on the ground. The dark yellow Buddhist robe on his skin gradually receded, and the extra pair of arms on his back retracted into his body.
The moment the Buddhist robe disappeared, his figure swayed, nearly collapsing to the ground.
Prakash’s face was pale, blood continuously seeping from the corners of his mouth, looking indescribably haggard.
“Are you alright?” Lin Qiye stepped forward, asking in a concerned tone.
“…I’m fine, just injured my foundation by overexerting my potential. After this, I’ll probably be weakened for half a year.” Prakash waved his hand and spoke hoarsely, “It seems things turned out as you predicted. We ultimately couldn’t escape the fate of killing each other… but at least the [Holy Grail] is finally in our hands.”
When Prakash raised his head to look at the golden wine pot that was now within reach, his eyes once again lit up with hope and excitement.
“With the [Holy Grail], the overexerted potential can be quickly restored, and the divine mark within my body can be removed.” Prakash seemed to have already foreseen the future, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He patted Lin Qiye’s shoulder and slowly said,
“When that time comes, I’ll take you out with me.”
“Great!” Lin Qiye nodded firmly.
Prakash took a deep breath and stepped toward the golden wine pot floating in the air.
Lin Qiye stood behind him, glancing at the [Star Coin] in the sky. After all the agents had been killed, the [Star Coin] was obviously less interested. Not only did it stop descending, but it also looked toward another direction, seemingly having lost interest in everything here and about to leave.
Lin Qiye looked in the direction the [Star Coin] was moving, his brows slightly furrowed.
That direction… was Wucheng?
What was happening there?
Questions arose in Lin Qiye’s mind, but he quickly put them aside. After all, the most important thing now was to keep the [Star Coin] in place.
He had gone to great lengths to lure out the [Star Coin]. If he let it escape now, all his efforts would be wasted.
Fortunately… the performance he had prepared for the [Star Coin] wasn’t completely over yet.
Lin Qiye’s gaze turned forward.
Prakash grabbed the startled wine pot that was about to flee, raising it high above his head. With a smile at the corners of his mouth, he proclaimed loudly:
“With the lives of seventeen divine agents, I wish to the [Holy Grail]… erase the divine mark within my body!”
Whoosh—!!!!
Rich, fragrant wine gushed from the spout, completely submerging Prakash.
