Chapter 1271
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Chapter 1271 Drawing the Tiger Away from the Mountain
Seeing Lin Qiye’s question, Sol didn’t hold back and honestly said:
“I’m still investigating his exact identity, but judging from his ability to assassinate Loki yesterday and the power of law he generated when taking action, he is very likely an extremely ancient mythological survivor.”
“Mythological survivor? From which mythology?”
“That mythology has no name.” Sol shook his head and said, “It existed when humans had not yet fully evolved into humans, embodying the most primitive fear and respect for nature, and is the foundation from which all subsequent mythologies derived.”
Hearing these words, Lin Qiye’s mind immediately conjured an image of primitive humans who had not yet mastered language and writing, kneeling on the vast earth, bowing and worshiping the flames produced when lightning struck trees.
In the eyes of primitive humans, nature was both their faith and the source of their fear.
They feared thunder, so they prayed to thunder; they desired fire, so they revered fire as the origin of life.
In other words, the ancient mythology Sol spoke of was actually the most primitive personification of nature?
“As humans gradually gained wisdom and mastered language and writing, due to geographical differences, this ancient primitive mythology began to be replaced by various refined mythological systems. The primitive gods gradually withered, and their laws began to be divided among the gods corresponding to different divine realms, which led to the many divine realms we have today.”
“So you’re saying these primitive gods have all disappeared?”
“Most of them have disappeared, but there are a few exceptions. Under the development of human wisdom, some gods began to actively transform the primitive laws they controlled into relatively modern laws, existing in the world in another form of cognition, like the Outer God from last night.”
“Him? Which god is he?”
“The God of Assassination and Assassins.” Sol paused, “If we’re not mistaken, his predecessor was the God of Hunting in primitive mythology.
Since writing had not been invented in that era, he had no name.”
“The God of Assassination and Assassins?”
Lin Qiye recalled the scene of No. 27 instantly killing Loki yesterday, deep in thought.
No wonder he killed Loki so decisively that even the many major gods present couldn’t react in time. If his target hadn’t been Loki, the God of Mischief, but some other major god, perhaps no one could have escaped.
After pondering for a moment, Lin Qiye took the blood Sol gave him and walked toward the safe house.
A few minutes later, Lin Qiye emerged looking haggard.
“How did it go?” Seeing this, Sol quickly asked.
“That Assassin God seems to have something concealing his fate, ordinary divination can’t detect his location.” Lin Qiye’s bloodless lips moved as he weakly said, “I paid a certain price to barely obtain his approximate location from an hour ago…”
Hearing this, Sol’s eyes immediately lit up.
“Where?”
“In the mountains of the northernmost border of Jotunheim.” Lin Qiye paused, then continued, “However, this was his position an hour ago, and I can’t guarantee he’s still there… but if he’s severely injured, he probably hasn’t left yet.”
“The northern border of Jotunheim?”
Sol’s brow furrowed slightly.
This place was the northernmost and most remote area of the entire Norse divine realm. Even for gods, it would take nearly half a day to get there from here. Moreover, the mountain range was vast, and to search every inch would take at least a day.
Going there and back would take two days.
This Assassin God really knew how to pick locations…
Sol scratched his head in frustration and continued asking: “Can your prophecy be more precise? Perhaps narrowing it down to a specific mountain peak…”
Before Sol could finish, Lin Qiye’s face paled again, and his legs nearly gave way beneath him.
Sol, quick to react, caught Lin Qiye with one hand.
Blood seeped from the corners of Lin Qiye’s mouth as he smiled grimly, “Lord Sol, this is already… my limit… cough cough cough…”
Lin Qiye now looked like a candle in the wind, as if a slight breeze could extinguish him on the spot. Seeing this, Sol swallowed the words that had been on the tip of his tongue.
“…Alright then, you stay here and rest well. I’ll take some people and go out for a while.”
Sol helped Lin Qiye sit down on the ground, then turned and transformed into a bolt of lightning, leaving the temple, presumably to gather Tyr and the Norse war division to go to the northern border of Jotunheim in search of No. 27.
Lin Qiye lay weakly on the stone for a full fifteen minutes, making sure Sol had gone far away, before slowly sitting up.
“Success…” Lin Qiye’s lips curled into a slight smile.
The information that No. 27 was in the snowy mountains of northern Jotunheim was, of course, something he had made up. After saving Sif with his prophecy in the underworld last time, Sol and the others had completely dropped their guard around him and placed great trust in his prophecies. Even if he randomly pointed to a location, Sol and the others would try to search there.
Lin Qiye deliberately chose the most remote place in the Norse divine realm, ensuring that Sol and the other gods would leave Asgard, giving him at least two days of freedom to act.
In these two days, he could accomplish many things.
Indeed, his earlier decision to use the [Holy Grail] to increase Sol and the others’ goodwill toward him had been the right choice.
Having sent Sol and the other gods away, Lin Qiye left the temple directly and quickly arrived near the Abyss Prison he had scouted yesterday.
With Sol and most of the Norse war division’s forces dispatched, now was the perfect time to enter the Abyss Prison and rescue Jinian. Lin Qiye walked to a deserted corner nearby, pressed his hand against the void, and a brilliant magic array blossomed.
A small mummy appeared out of thin air, hanging on his shoulder, babbling something.
Lin Qiye reached out and patted Mumu’s head, softly saying:
“I wish for absolute concealment.”
A mystical light flashed from Mumu’s abdomen, and Lin Qiye’s form began to gradually become transparent. In just a few seconds, he seemed to have completely evaporated and disappeared.
With Lin Qiye’s level, which hadn’t even reached the human ceiling, trying to break into the Norse divine realm’s Abyss Prison to rescue someone would be nothing short of a fool’s dream. The only method was to borrow the wishing power of the [Holy Grail] to give himself a chance to infiltrate.
This absolute concealment was not simply hiding his appearance. Life force, scent, even the subtle air currents produced by movement—all would be concealed by the [Holy Grail].
Lin Qiye was confident that under these conditions, even Fenrir, the evil wolf guarding the Abyss Prison, would be unable to sense his presence.
Lin Qiye carried Mumu on his back like a pendant and quickly headed toward the nearby prison.
