Chapter 1222
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Chapter 1222 Seven Gods’ Agents
Pakash saw Lin Qiye disappear and immediately looked up.
Seeing the pale blue light rotating in Lin Qiye’s palm, Pakash was stunned.
“…The King’s [Star Coin]?”
Then, as if understanding something, his expression became increasingly ferocious, “You set up this trap to obtain the King’s [Star Coin]?!!!”
“That’s right,” Lin Qiye smiled. “Unfortunately, you realized too late.”
Brilliant magical light flashed in Lin Qiye’s palm, and the next moment a snow-white long blade appeared.
With a soft hum, the blade was unsheathed!
Lin Qiye held the [Star Coin] in one hand and [White Slash] in the other, instantly vanishing into nothingness.
Pakash’s pupils contracted as he instinctively retreated backward. A blade light slashed out from the void, nearly grazing his neck and cutting into one of his arms.
The sharp blade sank deep into the dark yellow Buddhist robe, but didn’t sever the arm. Instead, it was embedded like striking steel, unable to move further!
A trace of surprise flashed in Lin Qiye’s eyes.
The fact that even [White Slash] couldn’t cut through it demonstrated how incredibly hard the Buddhist robe on Pakash’s skin was. No wonder Pakash could fight against many opponents earlier and still escape unharmed.
Pakash snorted coldly, advancing instead of retreating. He trapped Lin Qiye’s blade with his arm, his eyes bursting with the surging divine might of the Supreme God, charging directly at Lin Qiye who was just inches away.
Lin Qiye looked at the four-armed Vishnu phantom behind Pakash. The terrifying divine wind mixed with divine might brushed past his cheeks, lifting a few strands of black hair.
His eyes narrowed slightly:
“Comparing divine might with me?”
In the dawn desert, a pair of dazzling golden lights, brighter than the sun, burst forth from Lin Qiye’s eyes!
Archangel’s divine might!
Sensing the powerful divine might emanating from Lin Qiye, Pakash’s expression stiffened. Just as he was about to charge at Lin Qiye relying on Vishnu’s Buddhist robe, his face suddenly changed dramatically as if he had seen something!
Behind Lin Qiye, one divine phantom after another appeared!
The Night Goddess Nyx, the God of Magic and Prophecy Merlin, the God of Music and Poetry Bragi, the Youth God Idunn, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven wearing a tattered cassock, and the Hero King Gilgamesh in royal robes looking down upon all beings!
The pressure of seven divine beings swept across the land like a tsunami, crashing violently into Pakash’s chest!
Boom——!!
A muffled sound rang out as the Vishnu phantom behind Pakash instantly shattered. He lost control of his body and stumbled backward nearly ten steps before barely stabilizing himself.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his face as he stared at the gradually dissipating divine phantoms behind Lin Qiye, his face filled with disbelief.
“One, two, three, four, five, six… seven?!” Pakash’s eyes widened. “You’re not a dual-god proxy… you’re the proxy of seven gods?!!
How is this possible!!”
Lin Qiye’s cloak fluttered in the wild sand as he calmly walked toward Pakash and spoke softly:
“As I said… your information is outdated.”
Pakash gritted his teeth, finally recovering from the shock of Lin Qiye’s seven-god proxy identity, and spoke hoarsely:
“So what if you proxy more gods? Battle doesn’t depend on the number of divine auras… As long as you’re still a ‘Klein,’ you’re not invincible, just with more abilities.
The first two members of the [Ten Imperial Guards] are true monsters. Even as a seven-god proxy, you can’t match them.”
Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow. “Thanks for the reminder.”
Lin Qiye transformed into a shadow of night, instantly flashing before Pakash, carrying terrifying mental power as he engaged Pakash in battle!
Sharp explosions echoed continuously across the desert, sending yellow sand flying everywhere. Having already exhausted his potential and severely wounded, Pakash could only passively defend with his Buddhist robe under Lin Qiye’s fierce attacks, steadily losing ground.
Seeing this, Lin Qiye flipped his palm, and [White Slash] disappeared, replaced by the Kusanagi Sword.
Slash——!
A sword light flashed, easily cutting off one of Pakash’s arms. Before Pakash could react, Lin Qiye struck three more times, severing all of Pakash’s arms.
“How is this possible?” Pakash exclaimed.
He channeled his mental power, and the flesh at the stumps began to squirm rapidly, seemingly trying to regenerate the arms, but some mysterious force prevented any regeneration.
Then, Pakash seemed to realize something. “Is that the Kusanagi Sword? You have the Kusanagi Sword?!”
“Correct guess,” Lin Qiye said calmly, holding the sword. “Unfortunately, it’s time for you to go.”
A flash of sword light, and Pakash’s astonished head flew high. The incredibly hard Buddhist robe was as fragile as paper under the Kusanagi Sword’s edge.
As the dark yellow Buddhist robe receded, Pakash’s body fell heavily onto the yellow sand, quickly losing all signs of life.
Lin Qiye’s mental power swept over, confirming Pakash was truly dead, before putting away the Kusanagi Sword.
Pakash’s combat prowess had indeed exceeded his expectations.
After exhausting his potential to kill seven or eight proxies, he still had the strength to engage him for so long. If Lin Qiye hadn’t wielded the Kusanagi Sword to cut through that Buddhist robe, Pakash might have escaped.
This battle also served as a warning to Lin Qiye. The world beyond the mist was far more dangerous than within Da Xia’s borders. Pakash’s combat ability was already impressive, and if he called the first two members of the [Ten Imperial Guards] “monsters,” they definitely wouldn’t be simple…
The morning sun rose from the edge of the desert, completely dispelling the darkness in the sky. Corpses lay across the desolate desert, with flowing blood turning the chaotic sands crimson.
On this desert stage, only one person emerged as the final winner.
Lin Qiye brushed the sand off his deep red cloak, and holding the [Star Coin], walked slowly toward Wu City, crossing the blood-colored desert littered with corpses.
…
Wu City.
The storm clouds pressing down on the sky gradually dispersed.
Claude, holding the [Holy Grail], walked out from between jumping electric arcs. Two strands of flesh floated up from the lightning pool and fell into the crimson liquid inside the [Holy Grail].
The dreamlike liquid swayed slightly, reflecting Claude’s calm face.
All the proxies who had descended into the ancient well, except for him, had become sacrifices for the [Holy Grail], and would become stepping stones for him to erase his own mark.
“Not enough yet…” Claude murmured.
His gaze fell on the chaotic ancient city in the distance.
The city lord had been killed by the [Holy Grail], and combined with the natural phenomenon of large-scale lightning just now, all residents in the city had fallen into panic. The flames triggered by lightning had set several houses on fire, and the fire was rapidly spreading throughout the city.
“Do I have no choice but to slaughter the entire city?” Claude’s expression showed reluctance.
