Chapter 1262
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Chapter 1262 Your Holiness the Pope
Outside the slaughterhouse, there was a narrow, old street.
The street as a whole resembled a Western medieval style, but the difference was that the houses here were extremely dilapidated, with spider webs covering almost the entire surface of buildings on both sides. The decaying, moldy exterior walls emitted a nauseating odor.
On the uneven cobblestone road, several emaciated figures in tattered clothes walked with difficulty. Each of them had a basket hanging from their arm, covered with a white cloth, concealing unknown contents.
When they saw the figure wearing sacred robes slowly approaching from the end of the street, their vacant and dazed eyes suddenly contracted!
Thud—!
Without any hesitation, they fell to their knees before Loki in the middle of the street.
Their foreheads pressed hard against the uneven road as they laboriously moved their knees, shifting their prostrate bodies bit by bit toward the sides of the street, clearing the center of the road, as if afraid their bodies might block his path.
Loki didn’t even glance at these humans as he walked straight through several streets, amid countless people kneeling in worship, until he arrived at a towering church.
Unlike the densely packed, old medieval buildings surrounding it, this church stood at the center of the city, but within a kilometer radius, not a single building existed. The luxurious, grand exterior walls of the church gleamed in the sunlight, dazzling like jewels.
Loki walked directly to the church entrance, climbed the steps, and pushed open the door.
Behind the heavy doors was a long corridor paved with obsidian. A few men also wearing religious robes stood at the edge of the corridor, loudly laughing about something. When they caught sight of Loki entering through the door, their expressions changed simultaneously!
“Your Holiness!”
The men bowed respectfully in unison, as if wanting to bury their heads in the ground.
Loki gave them a faint glance. “Where is Bishop Lance?”
“He… he went to the East City to spread the teachings,” one of the men answered.
Loki frowned slightly. “Now, how many people are in the city?”
“A total of thirty-nine thousand nine hundred and sixty-two people.”
“Including pregnant women?”
“What?” The man was stunned.
“Pregnant women and the children in their wombs should be counted as two people,” Loki calmly stated.
The man hesitated for a moment. “If counted that way, there should be forty thousand in total.”
Forty thousand…
Loki’s eyes narrowed as he slowly spoke:
“I have a task for you…”
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Outside the church.
In a low building at the edge of the vacuum zone surrounding the church, a man standing by the window slowly lowered his telescope.
“Loki has appeared in the ‘Human Circle’ again… Has something happened in Asgard?”
Leng Xuan muttered to himself.
He paced around the room for a moment, then pushed open the door, wrapped himself in a cloak, and quickly headed in a certain direction.
As he advanced, the surrounding houses became increasingly sparse, with wild grass covering the ground. Before he knew it, he had left the edge of the city.
After crossing two not-so-high hills, a green lake appeared before him.
The lake wasn’t large, resembling an emerald embedded between hard rock formations, with its edges visible at a glance.
Looking down through the green water, rugged and strange rock layers extended downward, seemingly endless, gradually disappearing into the deep water, like a bottomless hole. No one knew what the other end of the lake connected to.
Leng Xuan reached behind his waist, and a dagger appeared in his hand.
He crouched down beside a rock at the edge of the green lake and used the dagger to carve a series of marks. Some were dots, some were lines, intertwining chaotically and disorderly. Reflected in the mirror image of the lake, they were incomprehensible.
After finishing these markings, Leng Xuan stood up from beside the rock and casually picked a red flower from the nearby forest, lightly tossing it onto the lake’s surface.
The crimson petals scattered across the green water, spinning with the breeze, but didn’t sink at all.
Leng Xuan glanced at the deep, dark bottom of the lake, then turned and left.
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Asgard.
Tyr brought Lin Qiye and the others down in front of a temple.
“Sif, go rest first. I’ll have someone come treat your wounds,” Tyr said gently to the injured Sif beside him.
Sif nodded, then Tyr turned to Lin Qiye and No. 22, saying sternly:
“As for you… back to the cage.”
“Why put them in a cage?” Before Lin Qiye could speak, Sif asked in confusion. “Wasn’t he helping you rescue me?”
Tyr paused, hesitantly explaining, “Because their background is still unclear, so…”
“Lord Tyr,” Lin Qiye suddenly interrupted, his face somewhat gloomy. “To help Lord Thor rescue Sif, I’ve already made a second prophecy at the cost of my lifespan. Just now, if it weren’t for me, you might not have been able to leave the underworld safely… Now that you’ve successfully rescued her, you still want to lock me up again?
In your eyes, are we just tools to be discarded at any time?
Is this Lord Thor’s magnanimity?”
Tyr’s attitude was more rigorous than Lin Qiye had imagined. Even though he had helped them rescue Sif, he hadn’t fully gained Tyr’s trust.
However, when Lin Qiye brought up Thor, Tyr began to hesitate.
He knew Thor’s character. Since Lin Qiye had helped rescue Sif, Thor would never kick him while he was down. And undeniably, they had successfully rescued Sif because of Lin Qiye. His prophecy ability could bring great benefits, and if they continued to restrict them because of the stubborn memorial in the dungeon, it would be a loss for Thor as well.
After much deliberation, Tyr decided to take a relatively compromised approach between risk and caution.
Tyr’s gaze sharpened as he raised his sword, slashing lightning-fast wounds the size of a fingernail on the shoulders of both Lin Qiye and No. 22. Fine droplets of blood seeped out, strangely congealing on the skin’s surface, sealing off subsequent bleeding.
The sword strike was too fast. Lin Qiye instinctively wanted to transform into darkness to avoid it, but rationality controlled his body, preventing him from exposing his true form.
He covered the wound on his shoulder, stepped back abruptly, and looked at Tyr with an extremely unpleasant expression:
“Lord Tyr, what is the meaning of this?”
“My sword has memorized the taste of your blood. No matter where you run, I can find you… During this time, you may move freely in Asgard, but don’t try any tricks,” Tyr said calmly as he sheathed his sword. “Also, don’t provoke other gods… especially Loki.”
With those words, Tyr took the [Scepter] from No. 22’s hand and vanished, going to find a god skilled in healing for Sif.
Seeing this, Lin Qiye let out a long breath…
Regardless of the process, the first step in Asgard had been taken.
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