Chapter 1223
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Chapter 1223 Massacre of the City
Although the life force of those dead agents was strong, these sacrifices were not enough to wish for the removal of their divine marks.
The [Holy Grail] needed more lives as sacrifices.
Claude could kill those agents as sacrifices for the [Holy Grail] because they attacked first, but these innocent residents now…
Claude hesitated for a long time, then closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
“I’m sorry, I don’t want to die…”
He opened his eyes, a flash of determination crossing them, and his figure transformed into a bolt of lightning, flying rapidly toward the center of the city!
“It’s an invader! The invader has the [Holy Grail]!”
“He wants to use us as sacrifices!”
“He killed the old city lord!! Everyone attack!”
“…”
As soon as Claude landed, several residents around him shouted loudly, and immediately several divine artifacts whistled through the air!
Even without the [Scepter] controlled by the old city lord, there were still many divine artifacts lying dormant within the Dark City.
Claude narrowed his eyes and slowly raised the [Holy Grail] in his hand, about to make a wish when a muffled sound suddenly came from a nearby alley!
Clang—!
A golden ripple emerged from the shadows of the alley, instantly enveloping the center of the Dark City, covering Claude who held the [Holy Grail].
The moment he saw this golden ripple, Claude’s pupils contracted sharply!
The [Scepter]?!
Claude couldn’t be mistaken. When they first entered the king’s treasury, these agents had their spiritual power drained by this golden ripple, resulting in their collective capture.
But now the old city lord had clearly been killed by him, how could anyone still use the [Scepter]!?
Claude looked toward the alley where the golden ripple appeared and saw a familiar figure standing ghost-like in the shadows, holding the [Scepter].
—Number 22.
Number 22 held a blurry mass of flesh in one hand and the [Scepter] in the other. Those cold eyes stared at Claude and the [Holy Grail] in his hand, a smile curling at his lips.
“I told you… I had a way to obtain the [Scepter].”
As Number 22’s words fell, powerful spiritual energy transformed into pale golden threads flew out from Claude’s body. Claude felt his body empty, nearly collapsing to the ground!
This is bad!!
Claude’s heart sank.
He had thought that with the [Holy Grail] and having killed the old city lord who was the only one able to control the [Scepter], he was now the strongest being in the Dark City… but he never imagined that Number 22 had truly mastered the [Scepter] left behind by the old city lord!
Now, he had stepped within the effective range of the [Scepter].
Claude’s mind raced as he forced himself to stay alert, gripping the [Holy Grail] tightly, immediately about to make a wish:
“I wish, realm ret…”
Before he could finish saying “return,” Number 22, who had absorbed Claude’s spiritual power, flashed forward like a swift shadow!
Having lost his spiritual realm, Claude had completely become an ordinary person holding the [Holy Grail], while Number 22, who had fully absorbed Claude’s peak “Klein” realm spiritual power, had his strength surge dramatically.
Number 22 raised his hand and waved, causing an unprecedented wave of lust to rise from the depths of Claude’s heart. It felt as if ants were crawling all over his body, endless hallucinations instantly filling his mind, temporarily robbing him of his ability to think.
In just this moment of hesitation, Number 22 had rushed to his front.
He kicked the [Holy Grail] from Claude’s hand with lightning speed, and simultaneously twisted his body, his palm piercing through Claude’s chest.
Splat—!!
Blood splattered, spraying onto Number 22’s face and the ancient stone bricks below.
As Claude’s consciousness gradually returned, he stared blankly at the palm embedded in his chest and the cold expression of Number 22, struggling to open his mouth as if wanting to say something.
Number 22 narrowed his eyes and directly yanked the heart he was gripping out of Claude’s body!
Claude’s body shuddered, the light in his eyes fading as he fell stiffly to the ground, completely ceasing to breathe.
“…Without their realm and divine void, even the [Ten Attendants] are nothing special.”
Number 22 casually tossed the heart toward the [Holy Grail] on the ground. Strands of blood extended into the crimson liquid, raising the water level slightly.
Number 22 bent down to pick up the dark golden chalice, staring at the rippling surface of the wine, his smile growing more intense.
“The [Holy Grail] that can fulfill any wish, and the [Scepter] that can requisition any power… Now, beneath the gods, who can stop me?” A low laugh emerged from Number 22’s throat. He paused for a moment, as if thinking of something, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
“Once I get the [Sword] that can slay gods, I can kill that woman Philotheus…
I need more sacrifices.”
Number 22’s gaze fell on the Dark City residents in the distance.
For some reason, the moment they made contact with Number 22’s gaze, the Dark City residents felt a chill in their limbs, as if some cold aura was flowing from their feet to their heads.
It was killing intent!
Whoosh—!
Number 22’s figure transformed into a blur, rapidly flashing into the crowd. Cold glints flashed past, and countless wails and screams rang out in succession.
Corpses fell on the hard stone pavement like harvested wheat, blood quickly spreading along the grooves between the bricks, rapidly staining the streets of the Dark City.
In the chaos, several divine artifacts soared into the sky, shooting straight toward the madly slaughtering Number 22.
Number 22 expressionlessly raised the [Scepter] and slammed it heavily onto the ground. Golden ripples spread out, sending all the divine artifacts flying back!
The [Scepter] could forcibly requisition power within a certain range. Without being “supreme” level, these divine artifacts couldn’t approach Number 22, nor could they harm him in the slightest.
For Number 22, who possessed both the [Holy Grail] and the [Scepter], this was a completely one-sided massacre!
As Number 22 advanced, countless residents lost their lives, falling into pools of blood, transforming into strands that poured into the [Holy Grail], becoming sacrifices for wishes…
At this moment, the entire Dark City resembled hell.
…
Meanwhile.
Divine Mental Hospital.
“Aaaaaahhhhh—!!”
Painful roars echoed within the golden circle in the courtyard. Gilgamesh, locked to the throne, twisted his body like a madman, his bloodshot eyes nearly bursting from their sockets.
“Mere outside nobodies dare to slaughter in Uruk!!? The king will tear you into pieces!! Tear you into pieces!!”
Nearby, Bragi crouched in the corner with his hands covering his ears, unable to help saying:
“He’s gone mad… Gilgamesh has gone mad again… Monkey, do something about him!”
Sun Wukong, sitting on the stone throne, frowned deeply. He stood up from his seat and walked directly to the constantly trembling black throne.
“Gilgamesh…”
“Kill you! The king will definitely kill you!!” Endless divine power erupted from Gilgamesh’s body, making the ground rumble and shake.
“Release the king… Release me!! I must kill him!!”
