Chapter 1227
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Chapter 1227 You Are God
That colossal figure wore a deep crimson cloak, standing on starlight, with night above its head, looking down at Befeitu and No. 22 amidst the swirling sandstorm. Its appearance was identical to Lin Qiye’s, only with a more solemn and dignified aura.
This wasn’t the [Heavenly Equal Manifestation] drawn from the Great Sage, nor was it the [Clear Origin Manifestation] taught by Yang Jian.
This was Lin Qiye’s own [Heaven and Earth Manifestation], created by thoroughly integrating both techniques. Its form was neither a magical ape nor the Clear Origin Wondrous Dao True Lord, but Lin Qiye himself.
[Heaven and Earth Manifestation] was a secret technique mastered by only a few deities in Great Xia. As long as spiritual energy existed, it could be performed without mental power. This was Lin Qiye’s only and strongest means he could employ when all his mental power had been drained!
“Is that him?” No. 22 frowned upon seeing this scene and asked in confusion, “His mental power should have been drained… what ability is this?”
Befeitu, with one arm severed, also had a grim and solemn expression.
At that moment, a vertical eye opened between the brows of Lin Qiye’s manifestation, releasing a terrifying pressure!
Under the gaze of this vertical eye, Befeitu and No. 22 felt their bodies freeze, as if invisible hands had gripped them, binding them firmly in place.
This was originally a divine ability of the [Clear Origin Manifestation], now incorporated into Lin Qiye’s own manifestation.
The towering manifestation flicked its finger, and with howling winds, a long sword streaked across the sky like a rainbow, slashing directly toward No. 22’s body!
No. 22’s eyes narrowed. Disregarding everything else, he simultaneously unleashed his triple “Klein” realm power. Pink energy waves surged through his body, barely breaking free from the vertical eye’s binding, as he staggered backward.
The Ama-no-Murakumo sword grazed past his heart, slicing through his wrist like a knife through tofu, completely severing one of No. 22’s hands.
With a scream of agony, the King’s [Holy Grail] was carried dozens of meters away by the gale along with the severed palm.
Meanwhile, the towering manifestation took a step forward, instantly appearing before Befeitu. Its mountain-sized black arm raised high, carrying earth-shattering power, and smashed down!
With one supreme god arm severed by the [Sword], Befeitu couldn’t withstand this attack with strength alone. Unable to use his divine void, he could only grit his teeth and rapidly retreat.
Bang—!!
The manifestation’s fist struck the desert, sending terrifying sandstorms spiraling into the sky. Befeitu grunted, his body flying back hundreds of meters, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
He slowly stood up, his gaze fixed on the manifestation. He wiped the blood from his mouth, and a white-hot heart in his chest beat frantically, rapidly healing his internal injuries.
“Only minor injuries even after that… that body is simply cheating!” Within the manifestation, Lin Qiye’s soul muttered.
Befeitu’s earlier punch had broken several of Lin Qiye’s ribs and nearly ruptured his internal organs. If his body hadn’t been purified by the power of faith and strengthened by the peach of immortality, making it several times stronger than others at the same level, that single punch would have completely shattered him.
Although Lin Qiye’s manifestation’s punch had also injured Befeitu significantly, the terrifying recovery power of that heart reduced it to a minor injury within moments.
Both were at the “Klein” realm, and although Lin Qiye possessed numerous divine voids and exceptional strength, he was still constrained by his realm. But Befeitu, with a supreme god’s torso transplanted into him, was simply a monster with unfair advantages!
Lin Qiye had no doubt that even a deity, if caught off guard by one of Befeitu’s punches, would be left dazed and confused.
After the skirmish, Lin Qiye, Befeitu, and No. 22 stabilized their positions at three different locations, warily watching each other, with a major battle imminent.
“Wait… where’s the [Holy Grail]?”
No. 22 clutched his bleeding wrist, scanning the surroundings, but couldn’t find the severed [Holy Grail].
Lin Qiye in his manifestation state narrowed his eyes. With his heightened sensitivity to spiritual energy, he suddenly seemed to sense something and abruptly looked up at the sky!
The boundless clear sky visibly darkened, as if someone had draped a black veil over everyone’s heads.
The sunlight gradually dimmed, and the golden sand was slowly devoured by darkness. Cold winds swept across the desert, like a severe winter midnight, desolate and bleak.
A bright crescent moon slowly rose from the edge of the night sky.
This wasn’t Lin Qiye’s ability.
“Is there someone else in this treasury?” Lin Qiye had an ominous premonition.
Before No. 22 could finish speaking, the bright crescent moon suddenly rotated eerily in the sky, transforming into a light, solitary boat that created ripples in the night sky as it slowly sailed toward them.
Inside the crescent boat stood a hunched old man, ghost-like in appearance.
In his left hand, he held a bloody severed arm, and floating before him was a dark golden chalice.
“The [Holy Grail]?”
“My arm?”
No. 22 and Befeitu exclaimed simultaneously.
The old man, gripping the severed arm, gazed intently at Befeitu below, as if looking at an extremely rare treasure. A smile curled at the corner of his mouth:
“Heaven truly hasn’t abandoned me, Sumer… to send such a fine sacrifice here. After a hundred years of dormancy, it’s finally time to reap the rewards.”
His fingers tightened around the supreme god’s arm and squeezed hard!
Bang—!
The arm dissolved into a mist of blood, merging into the [Holy Grail]. The swirling liquid inside rapidly rose, not only replenishing what No. 22 had used for his wish but increasing several times over, almost overflowing from the cup!
“Not good! Stop him!!” Lin Qiye, seeming to realize something, parted the lips of his manifestation, his voice echoing like thunder in the sky.
No. 22 and Befeitu also sensed the danger. Both leaped into the air, charging toward the crescent boat in the sky.
No. 22 raised the [Scepter] in his hand, about to activate it, when the void before him suddenly distorted!
Black hair like a waterfall extended from the void, enveloping No. 22. A delicate, boneless hand emerged from the black hair, gently gripping the upper half of the [Scepter], instantly stopping its descent.
No. 22’s pupils contracted. His triple “Klein” mental power surged as he tried to wrestle with that hand, but no matter how hard he tried, the [Scepter] remained firmly held, not moving an inch!
How could this seemingly delicate hand possess such terrifying strength?!
As No. 22 stood shocked, a slender, fair figure walked out from the rolling hair.
It was a woman wearing a white robe, with a frost-like face. Her left hand firmly gripped the [Scepter], while her right hand held a long spear. She narrowed her eyes, looking down at No. 22, and an unprecedented sense of pressure washed over him.
“This woman…” No. 22 seemed to see the shadow of a familiar woman in those beautiful eyes, and terror appeared on his face!
“A deity! You’re a deity!!”
