Chapter 270
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Chapter 270: Limit
In the distance.
Leng Xuan gazed into the distance, where he saw Loki’s body being burned to ashes in blinding golden light. He turned to Si Xiaonan, a hint of confusion in his voice:
“Loki is dead. What happens next?”
He is the God of Deception; how could he die so easily? Si Xiaonan shook her head. Even if Lin Qiye had gained the power to slay gods in a short time, it would be impossible for him to kill Loki so easily. Among the gods, Loki’s survival ability is the strongest.
Leng Xuan nodded thoughtfully. “So what comes next?”
Si Xiaonan’s eyes narrowed slightly as she gazed at the figure turned to ashes, her eyes sparkling with a mysterious light, lost in thought.
She turned and walked away into the distance.
“Come back with me.”
“Back? Where to?” Leng Xuan was taken aback.
“Asgard,” Si Xiaonan said calmly. “Loki’s true body is there, and the next phase of the plan must also take place there.”
Leng Xuan didn’t ask further and simply nodded. “Alright.”
…
Lin Qiye watched as Loki’s body was reduced to ashes by the power of the Seraphim, his eyes narrowing slightly.
As he suspected, what was here was not Loki’s true body at all. After all, he is the God of Deception; would he take such a reckless risk of entering a foreign land alone?
This meant that Loki would surely find ways to trouble him in the future, but that was no longer Lin Qiye’s concern, as it was uncertain whether he could survive this ordeal.
Forcefully carrying Merlin’s soul and using miracles to delay for so long, the backlash from the soul after the burden ended was enough to shatter his soul. Even if he managed to survive, it was very likely he would lose consciousness for a long time.
At present, Lin Qiye could only try to leave a miracle within himself and see if it would work.
He still had some divine power left in his body, but Lin Qiye was not a god; this divine power would quickly dissipate over time and eventually vanish without a trace.
Suddenly, Lin Qiye seemed to think of something. He reached out and opened a spatial portal, stepping inside.
Peacekeeping Office.
Wu Xiangnan, Hong Ying, and Wen Qimo sat on the rooftop, looking at the drastically changed city before them, lost in thought.
Suddenly, a white spatial teleportation magic opened behind them, and Lin Qiye, draped in a deep blue robe, stepped out. Seeing the scene before him, he was momentarily taken aback.
Hong Ying turned her head and, upon seeing Lin Qiye, her already tear-streaked eyes filled with tears again.
“What happened?” Lin Qiye frowned slightly. “Where’s the captain? Where’s Si Xiaonan? Where’s Leng Xuan?”
Wu Xiangnan and Wen Qimo lowered their heads, silent.
Hong Ying bit her lip and suddenly rushed in front of Lin Qiye, hugging him tightly and crying out:
“Captain… the captain disappeared with the others. Xiaonan… took Leng Xuan away, and we don’t know where they went.”
Lin Qiye’s body trembled, disbelief flashing in his eyes.
“The captain too…”
Buzz—!
Three white mental magic marks left by Merlin reappeared on Lin Qiye’s body, suppressing his emotional turmoil.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Qiye slowly released Hong Ying, trying to speak gently:
“Don’t worry, Hong Ying… they will come back.”
Hong Ying’s sobs gradually quieted. She looked into Lin Qiye’s eyes and asked softly, “Really? Can he really come back?”
“Yes.” Lin Qiye nodded. “Since all of this is a miracle I created, there will come a day when I can create another miracle to bring them back.”
On the surface, Lin Qiye comforted Hong Ying, but he knew very well how low the chances of success were. Unless he could retrieve the souls of those people, he would not be able to create an identical Cangnan again.
But… he didn’t want Hong Ying to lose hope.
Hong Ying gazed into Lin Qiye’s eyes, and after a moment, she nodded heavily.
Lin Qiye walked past Hong Ying and approached Wu Xiangnan, slowly crouching down.
“Qiye.” Wu Xiangnan sat there, as if he had lost all strength, forcing a pale smile at Lin Qiye. “The captain said… thank you for giving this city, for giving him, a miracle.”
Lin Qiye was taken aback. He was silent for a moment before also managing a faint smile. “I understand.”
After saying that, he extended his hands. “Vice-captain, give me your hands.”
Wu Xiangnan was startled, unsure of what Lin Qiye intended to do, but after hesitating for a moment, he still extended his hands.
A faint golden light reappeared in Lin Qiye’s eyes as the “Mortal Realm Divine Domain” opened once more, enveloping both him and Wu Xiangnan.
The light flickered, and the last portion of the Seraphim’s divine power transformed into a miracle, flowing into Wu Xiangnan’s palms, and disappeared moments later.
Along with it, the two deep scars also vanished.
Wu Xiangnan stared blankly at his restored hand, and after a moment, he finally came to his senses, looking up at Lin Qiye in shock.
“Qiye, this is…”
“Perhaps this is the last miracle I can leave behind,” Lin Qiye said gently.
The soul scars left by the Amaterasu Sword could not be healed unless with a healing artifact that also bore an eternal aura, but there was one exception…
That is, a miracle occurs.
Lin Qiye infused the last of his divine power into Wu Xiangnan, healing the sword wound on his palm. From now on, he could wield a sword again.
After doing all this, the golden light in Lin Qiye’s eyes completely faded, and the “Mortal Realm Divine Domain” gradually collapsed.
He suddenly stood up, waved his hand to open a spatial portal, and was about to step inside.
“Qiye.” Wen Qimo suddenly spoke up. “Where are you going?”
“I have some matters to attend to… I’ll go ahead.” Lin Qiye forced a smile on his pale face. After leaving this sentence, regardless of what others said, he hurriedly stepped into the spatial portal.
His figure vanished from the spot.
Several kilometers away.
A white portal opened in mid-air, shaking violently as if it could collapse at any moment. Lin Qiye’s figure flashed out, stumbling and falling to the ground.
He barely supported himself with his hands, gritting his teeth as beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Having just healed Wu Xiangnan, he had exhausted his last divine power, and the miracle sustaining the soul burden had vanished.
He had reached his limit.
As Merlin’s soul returned to the mental hospital, Lin Qiye felt an unprecedented weakness and fatigue wash over him. His soul felt as if it had been torn apart, and intense pain filled his mind!