Chapter 1221
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Chapter 1221 King’s “Star Coin”
A intoxicating wine fragrance wafted through the oasis filled with the smell of blood.
The wine god pot seemed to be stunned by the scene before it, with endless wine frantically gushing out from its spout and lid, like tumultuous waves, instantly filling the dried pool bottom beneath Pakash and the surrounding area, continuing to overflow outward.
Lin Qiye silently retreated several hundred meters.
Bang—!
A figure holding the wine god pot flew out of the sea of wine in a sorry state.
Drenched in wine, he landed in the desert near the oasis, staring blankly at the wine pot in his hand.
“Myles, why is this [Holy Grail] still brewing wine? Is… is this normal?” Pakash asked instinctively, feeling his mind go blank.
Lin Qiye stood in the dim desert, smiling without a word.
Pakash reached out and touched his own body.
The divine mark was still there; his wish had not been granted by the [Holy Grail].
Pakash frowned deeply, ignoring the continuously overflowing wine from the pot’s spout, and raised the “[Holy Grail]” again:
“With the lives of seventeen divine agents, I wish to the [Holy Grail]… remove the divine mark within my body!”
This time, his voice was even louder than before.
However, the dark gold wine pot in his hand, apart from continuously seeping wine, showed no change whatsoever.
At the edge of the desert, a glimmer of dawn tore through the darkness, with the first light rising from the east.
The time limit left by the two deities for their agents was about to expire.
Pakash, haggard from overexerting his potential, immediately grew anxious. He looked up at Lin Qiye beside him and asked urgently:
“Myles, how exactly do I use this [Holy Grail]? Why hasn’t my wish been granted? Is the sacrifice I offered not enough?”
Lin Qiye glanced at the slowly rising sun in the distance, met Pakash’s gaze, and that young, amiable Western face curved into an elegant smile.
“Myles! I’m running out of time! Tell me how to use this thing!!” Pakash felt a sharp pain from his chest, his whole body trembling. He grabbed Lin Qiye’s shoulders and shouted almost frantically.
Seemingly sensing Pakash’s desperation and anxiety, the [Pentacle] in the sky, which was about to leave, suddenly stopped and curiously looked down.
This scene was fully captured by Lin Qiye’s mental perception.
He was just one step away from capturing the [Pentacle].
He needed more negative emotions… and right now, the only one who could produce negative emotions was Pakash in front of him.
Under Pakash’s gaze that was about to burst into flames with urgency, Lin Qiye reached out and unhurriedly pushed his monocle.
“It’s fake.”
Pakash was stunned. “What’s fake?”
“Everything is fake.” Lin Qiye’s voice was extremely gentle,
“The [Holy Grail], the prophecy, and me… all of it is fake.
What you’re holding isn’t the king’s [Holy Grail]; it’s just a wine pot that brews wine, belonging to a handsome man. Even if you killed everyone in the world and offered them to it, it couldn’t grant your wish.”
Pakash was dumbfounded.
“Impossible… impossible!” Pakash shook his head instinctively, muttering, “I worked so hard to get it… if it’s fake, what about the divine mark inside me?!”
“There’s no solution.” Lin Qiye turned his head, the dawn light falling on his face and Pakash’s, and said calmly,
“These past few days, I’ve been stalling for time, just to catch you at the moment when your divine marks would activate.
Now, you’ve run out of time.
You don’t have time to find the real [Holy Grail], nor to go out and beg those two deities to spare your life. All you can do is wait here to die…
In my original plan, there should have been a few surviving agents besides you, but I didn’t expect you to be so strong—strong enough to kill them all in such a short time.
Truly worthy of being the agent of the supreme deity.”
Lin Qiye remarked with admiration.
Pakash clutched the continuously flowing wine god pot, staring hard at Lin Qiye’s eyes, his expression twisted and ferocious,
“Myles, you… played us?!!! Why?! What benefit does this bring you?!!”
“I’m sorry, please don’t call me Myles.”
Lin Qiye removed his monocle, a brilliant magical light flashed, revealing a young Eastern face.
He spoke calmly:
“Let me introduce myself. I am Lin Qiye, captain of the Daxia Nightwatcher [Nightfall] team, also the… dual-deity agent you’ve been looking for.”
Crack—!
A thunderbolt flashed through Pakash’s mind.
He stared blankly at Lin Qiye’s face, both strange and familiar, standing there as if his soul had left his body.
“Lin Qiye… you are Lin Qiye… dual-deity agent… prophet…”
In Pakash’s mind, he quickly recalled “Myles'” every move since the agent gathering.
From selling information about the dual-deity agent’s whereabouts, to luring them into conflict with agents 03 and 04, to rescuing them from the dungeon, then tricking them into killing each other…
From the beginning, the dual-deity agent they viewed as prey had been hiding among them, playing them like puppets?
Pakash’s breathing grew heavier, his chest heaving like a balloon. He glared at Lin Qiye, feeling as if his lungs would explode with rage!!
Unprecedented anger, humiliation, unwillingness, and hatred surged in Pakash’s heart!
At the same time, the [Pentacle] watching from the sky, as if witnessing a grand performance, began to cheer and plummet toward them at an astonishing speed!
At this moment, the negative emotions produced by Pakash alone were even more intense than those generated by the dozen agents betraying and killing each other earlier—to the [Pentacle], it was a rare delicacy in this world.
“Lin Qiye… Lin Qiye!! I’ll kill you!!!” Pakash roared, his eyes bloodshot, like a beast on the verge of death.
Bang—!
Two arms burst from his back, dark yellow Buddhist robes once again covered his skin. Just as he was about to tear Lin Qiye’s body apart with his four arms, the latter transformed into a shade of night, instantly vanishing.
The next moment, Lin Qiye’s figure flashed to the sky, right in front of the falling [Pentacle]!
Lin Qiye’s sudden appearance startled the [Pentacle]. It abruptly stopped, about to turn in another direction, but it was too late.
A shade of night spread from Lin Qiye’s clothes, like black ink dripping into water, instantly dyeing the surrounding sky black!
Cloaked in night, Lin Qiye extended his fingers, grabbing toward the [Pentacle] like lightning.
Five black pillars descended from the sky, blocking all escape routes for the [Pentacle]. With nowhere to flee, it was finally firmly grasped in Lin Qiye’s hand.
Under the night sky, a pale blue light emanated from Lin Qiye’s palm, mysterious and powerful.
The “supreme” divine artifact, the king’s [Pentacle]!
