Chapter 1225
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Lin Qiye’s gaze focused, his form transforming into a shade of night, rapidly flashing through space as he retreated!
Almost at the same moment he moved, No. 22 raised the [Scepter] in his hand and struck the ground again.
Clang——!
Golden ripples spread rapidly, expanding outward, closing in on that continuously retreating shade of night.
Lin Qiye understood clearly the power of that [Scepter]. Once affected by the golden ripples, his spirit would be forcibly requisitioned. At that point, with No. 22 gaining double spiritual power and wielding both the [Scepter] and the [Holy Grail], Lin Qiye, as an ordinary person, would have virtually no chance of winning.
Fortunately, Lin Qiye moved in time, and with the distance of [Night Flash] being long enough, he barely avoided the range of the [Scepter]’s requisition, landing on ruins a kilometer away.
Seeing that Lin Qiye had actually avoided this strike, surprise appeared in No. 22’s eyes. He initially wanted to directly use the power of the [Holy Grail] to make a wish, but after a moment’s hesitation, he abandoned the idea.
His figure flickered as he rapidly pursued Lin Qiye.
Two streaks of light crossed the sky above Wu City, beginning a heart-stopping chase.
In terms of speed, if Lin Qiye used [Somersault Cloud], he could shake off No. 22 in minutes, but once he did so, that pair of boots, the silver bird, and the spear would immediately come after him.
With the [Scepter] in hand, No. 22 wasn’t afraid of these three divine artifacts hunting him, but if Lin Qiye were caught, he would find himself surrounded and attacked.
Lin Qiye pushed [Night Flash] to its limit while looking back at the pursuing No. 22, his mind racing.
As he had expected, although No. 22 held both the [Scepter] and the [Holy Grail], two “supreme” artifacts, the former required a certain casting range, and the latter needed life as sacrifice. Unless absolutely necessary, No. 22 probably wouldn’t want to use the [Holy Grail] to make wishes. This meant that as long as Lin Qiye maintained a certain distance, the threat No. 22 could pose was actually quite limited.
Lin Qiye’s feet tapped in succession, and magical light bloomed from the ground. Several figures were summoned, hovering behind him.
The Snow Woman waved her hand, and countless ice crystals condensed from nothingness, transforming into a vast storm of ice swords that surged toward No. 22 who was pursuing from behind.
No. 22 frowned slightly, his form quickly twisting as he nimbly navigated through the sky full of ice swords. Looking at the floating figures in the distance, he spoke in confusion:
“Is that summoning magic? Isn’t he only the proxy for the Night Goddess and the Seraph? How does he actually know magic…”
Just as No. 22 was puzzled, a faint woman’s voice drifted into his ears:
“Planchette, planchette, you are my past life, I am your present existence…”
The moment he heard this voice, the ice swords stuck in the ground around him all stood upright, like pen holders gripped by invisible hands, quickly sketching concentric circles in the sand.
As the circles connected end to end, a woman in a blood-stained white dress appeared ghost-like at No. 22’s side, her pale hand like lightning, reaching directly for the king’s [Scepter] in his hand!
“What kind of ghost thing is this?”
No. 22’s eyes narrowed, and he instinctively stepped back halfway. Two ice swords grazed his skin, leaving bloody marks on his shoulder and knee.
Ignoring his injuries, he abruptly raised the [Holy Grail] in his hand:
“I wish, evil spirits begone!”
As the words fell, a faint light flashed across the surface of the [Holy Grail]. The Snow Woman and the Planchette both shuddered simultaneously and flew backward like kites with cut strings.
Two flashes of magical light, and their forms were sent back to the Gods’ Psychiatric Hospital.
Lin Qiye’s eyes narrowed slightly.
The joint attack of the Snow Woman and the Planchette had failed, but it didn’t matter. At least they had consumed one of No. 22’s wishes.
There was no life in this desert to replenish energy, and if this continued, the [Holy Grail]’s power would eventually be depleted. At that point, this “supreme” artifact would be completely useless.
Just as Lin Qiye was about to make his move, a third streak of light flashed across the sky, rapidly approaching!
He and No. 22 were both startled and turned to look in that direction.
A white-hot fireball fell from the sky, crashing heavily onto the desert, kicking up wild sand. A figure holding a long sword slowly walked out from the divine white light.
The face was somewhat unfamiliar to Lin Qiye, but the person wore a black cloak covered in sword marks, and on the wide brim of the hood, the numbers “38” could be faintly seen.
Was this the only one who escaped from the old city lord’s hands among those proxies who invaded Wu City?
Lin Qiye immediately recalled the person’s identity.
At that time in Wu City’s central square, only this No. 38 had not been controlled by the [Scepter], and even without spiritual power, he had still escaped the old city lord’s pursuit.
“The second of the [Ten Imperial Guards], Bifitu?!” No. 22 was even more surprised than Lin Qiye upon seeing the person. “You’re actually still alive?”
Bifitu’s gaze fell on the [Scepter] in No. 22’s palm, his eyes narrowing.
“I was planning to come back and kill that old man, but it seems there’s no need for that anymore…”
“The king’s [Sword]…” No. 22 also noticed the long sword in Bifitu’s hand, his eyes gleaming. “It seems your fortune has been good as well.”
Bifitu didn’t speak. He just silently glanced at Lin Qiye, his expression somewhat puzzled.
“Who are you?”
“He is No. 33, Myers, and also the dual-god proxy we’ve been looking for… Lin Qiye,” No. 22 said in a highly enticing tone. “Bifitu, let’s join forces to capture this dual-god proxy from Great Xia. Afterward, we’ll split the secrets we obtain. What do you say?”
“Dual-god proxy?” Bifitu raised an eyebrow, looking at Lin Qiye with curiosity.
Lin Qiye’s heart tightened.
Although he didn’t know Bifitu’s background, if Lin Qiye wasn’t mistaken, he was one of the two monsters of the [Ten Imperial Guards] mentioned by Pakash. Being able to escape while under the power of the [Scepter], his own strength must be extraordinary.
Moreover, he held a king’s [Sword] capable of slaying gods!
If Bifitu really joined forces with No. 22, the situation would be dire.
Lin Qiye took a deep breath and said to Bifitu: “The [Holy Grail] in his hand can erase the divine mark in your body. Let’s kill him together. The [Holy Grail] will be yours, and the [Scepter] will be mine.”
“Divine mark?” Bifitu shook his head. “That thing, I’ve already removed it myself.”
He pulled down his collar, revealing a hideous blood-red wound on the left chest of his body, which resembled a stitched-together monstrosity. From the appearance of the wound, it seemed he had cut it open himself with the king’s [Sword].
Deep in his left chest, a shattered heart was split open, completely devoid of life.
And in his right chest, a divine heart, like a white-hot sun, was beating slowly but steadily!
