Chapter 1277
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Chapter 1277 “Galal”
Hearing these words, Lin Qiye’s brows furrowed tightly.
“What do you mean? One of us has to die for this to work?” Lin Qiye firmly shook his head. “That’s impossible. Wait, I’ll use [Holy Grail] to get you out.”
As Lin Qiye took out Mumu and was about to speak, Si Xiaonan interrupted him:
“The King’s [Holy Grail] requires a sacrifice each time it’s used. You should save it for critical moments… Don’t worry, I just need to die briefly.”
Lin Qiye: “…?”
Si Xiaonan weakly explained: “I can create a ‘trick’ to deceive my body, making my physiological functions enter a death state. After we leave this place, I can undo it and revive. It should last about ten seconds.
Fake death isn’t difficult for me…”
Lin Qiye looked at her in astonishment. “Will that really work? Won’t something go wrong?”
“It won’t.” Si Xiaonan gripped the dagger in her hand as a strand of black thread emerged from her heart, rapidly weaving something.
“See you outside the arena.”
A smile appeared on her pale lips as she suddenly plunged the dagger into her own heart. Her body shuddered, and crimson blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
Lin Qiye instinctively wanted to stop her, but it was too late.
As her eyes gradually became unfocused, her heart finally fell silent.
In the gray world, only Lin Qiye remained standing, staring blankly at Si Xiaonan’s body lying in a pool of blood.
Bang!
A soft sound came from the sky. The gray-veiled firmament shattered like broken glass, crumbling piece by piece. Everything around Lin Qiye began to distort.
Detecting that only Lin Qiye remained as the sole survivor in this world, the [Gray Arena] automatically disengaged. Lin Qiye felt a spinning sensation before his form returned to the dense forest.
The destruction caused during his battle with Phil seemed to have never happened. Tall trees swayed in the wind, making rustling sounds. Not far away on the ground, several proxy corpses lay in disarray, completely lifeless.
Lin Qiye’s eyes were fixed intently on Si Xiaonan, who also appeared completely dead. His heart was in his throat.
He counted the seconds in his mind. When he reached the tenth second, the black rune on Si Xiaonan’s chest suddenly shattered. The “trick” broke, and the dagger wound in her heart disappeared as if it had never existed. Her heart began to beat slowly again.
Si Xiaonan’s eyes flew open as she gasped for air, her face completely devoid of color.
Her eyes slowly moved to look at Lin Qiye, who sighed in relief beside her. She smiled and said, “Seven… can you carry me on your back? I can’t move a single finger.”
Without a word, Lin Qiye lifted Si Xiaonan onto his back. After scanning her body with his mental power, his expression turned grave. “Why are your injuries so severe?”
“…It’s a long story.” Si Xiaonan’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz next to Lin Qiye’s ear. Her eyes closed involuntarily. “I… need to… sleep for a while…”
Before she finished speaking, Si Xiaonan’s head drooped as she fell into a deep sleep.
After confirming that her life wasn’t in immediate danger, Lin Qiye let out a long breath. Carrying Si Xiaonan on his back, he picked up the [Gray Arena] fragment from Phil’s corpse nearby and fed it to Mumu. Since it was a fragment of a divine artifact, it would surely be useful someday.
Having done all this, Lin Qiye first cast a transformation spell on himself, applying perfect disguise, before carrying Si Xiaonan and quickly heading out of the dense forest.
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Mist.
Above the turbulent sea surface, a pixel-style cruise ship cut through the waves, slowly advancing in the darkness.
“We’re almost there.”
In the cabin, the Knight held a map in his hand, his gaze fixed on the sea beyond the glass as he spoke solemnly.
“Is this Asgard?” Jiang Er asked curiously.
“No, this is the entrance to Asgard’s ‘human circle’,” the Knight shook his head and said.
“‘Human circle’? But weren’t Seven and Jinian taken to Asgard? Why are we going to the ‘human circle’?”
“Asgard is the divine realm of the Norse gods. We certainly can’t enter from the front,” An Qingyu pushed up his glasses and explained seriously. “That place is not like the abandoned heaven and hell, nor is it like the fallen Takamagahara. Asgard houses hundreds of deities. Rashly entering from the front would be no different from walking into a trap.”
“That’s right, and the Chairman left a message before leaving that the Bifrost, the only passage between Asgard and the outside world, has been closed. Even if we wanted to enter through the main gate, we couldn’t. We can only detour through the ‘human circle’,” the Knight paused, then continued,
“This route is also more advantageous for us. After all, our Upper Evil Society has infiltrated the ‘human circles’ of various divine realms over the years. By taking the ‘human circle’ route, we have a better chance of avoiding detection by the Norse gods.”
“But even so, we still need to enter Asgard,” Baili Pangpang reminded them. “How are we going to rescue Seven and the others from the Norse divine realm? Do you have a plan?”
An Qingyu turned to look at the Knight, seemingly waiting for his response.
Since the Upper Evil Society dared to propose rescuing people from Asgard, they must have something to rely on. Otherwise, all of them combined wouldn’t be enough for two or three deities to kill.
The Knight pondered for a moment, then turned to look toward the bow of the pixel ship.
On the foremost deck of the cruise ship, four figures stood silently in the mist, gazing at the distant sea. They varied in height and build, with black coat tails fluttering in the wind. Their only common feature was that they all wore different pale masks.
One with a smiling face, one with a crying face, one with an angry face, and one with a sorrowful face.
“Who are they…” Cao Yuan asked, puzzled by the terrifying aura emanating from them.
“They are the four special envoys of our Upper Evil Society,” the Knight explained. “Our society has thirteen special envoys in total, but only the top four are truly top-tier powerhouses, the strongest fighters below the Chairman.
The four of them together might even defeat the Chairman.”
An Qingyu raised an eyebrow. “Power comparable to humanity’s ceiling-level strength is indeed rare, but forgive me for saying, it’s far from enough for what we need to do…”
“I know.”
The Knight nodded and walked to a certain spot on the deck, solemnly retrieving a black box half as tall as a person from a hidden compartment.
He placed the black box on the table and pressed the latch. The lid of the box automatically popped open,
A huge dark golden horn lay quietly inside.
“This is…” Baili Pangpang asked curiously.
“This is Asgard’s ‘supreme’ divine artifact, [Gjallarhorn].”
