kingnovel Chapter 1115 God is not God? The truth is shocking!
Chapter 1115 God is not God? The truth is shocking!
The spear tip points downwards.
He died on the 22nd.
There were no earth-shattering divine spells, no world-destroying lights; the ancient spear simply thrust forward and pierced through Number 22's forehead.
Before the fear on his face could even fully solidify, his life force was extinguished, and he and the scepter turned to ashes and vanished in the night wind.
The whole process was as clean and efficient as crushing an ant.
The whole place was dead silent.
Both the severely injured Bifitu and Wu Hen, who was hiding in the shadows, were utterly terrified by this absolute power.
Only Lin Qiye, whose towering Dharma image still stood behind him, had his brows furrowed tightly.
"Damn, something's not right," he muttered to himself.
It's so quiet.
This red-armored goddess who calls herself the Sumerian God of War, the white-clad woman before us, has shown almost no divine power fluctuations since she appeared, except for that one shot just now.
She was like a peerless master with impressive skills, standing there and intimidating people with her aura.
If she were truly a goddess in her prime, a single glance would have been enough to face the provocation of an ant like Number 22; why would she need to raise a gun?
This is not the demeanor of a god at all!
Just then, Wu Hen's voice, like a ghost, rang in Lin Qiye's mind: "You figured it out?"
"You noticed it too?" Lin Qiye's mind raced, and he immediately responded.
"The last words Number 22 shouted before he died were, 'You are a god.'" Wu Hen's voice was terrifyingly calm.
"That's not confirmation, it's doubt, it's speculation born of despair! If they were truly gods, that kind of oppressive aura wouldn't need mortals to point it out!"
A storm raged in Lin Qiye's heart.
Wu Hen is right!
These guys... the Sumerian gods, they've long since fallen from godhood!
They are now just a group of "lost gods" who possess the bodies of gods but whose divine power has long since dried up!
Everything the old man in the lonely boat did just now, sacrificing his divine body, was to replenish their divine power!
And that Holy Grail is the key!
"Damn it, that old bastard tricked me!" Lin Qiye cursed under his breath.
A spark of hope was ignited in the depths of despair.
If we can seize the Holy Grail, we can not only stop their resurrection, but we can even... turn the tables and use this power!
"Bifetu!" Lin Qiye's roar echoed across the desert. "If you want to live, come with me! Our target is the cup in that old man's hand!"
The heavily injured Bifitu suddenly raised his head, a struggle flashing in his golden eyes, but the instinct for survival made him make a decision in an instant.
"it is good!"
With a roar, Bifetu's remaining divine power erupted, and his body transformed into a golden streak of light, rushing straight towards the old man on the moon boat!
"Count me in!"
Lin Qiye sneered, and the three-headed, six-armed dharma image behind him roared once more.
Six arms wielded the phantom of divine weapons, like a burning star, following closely behind!
With two stars shining brightly, this is their only chance!
On the moon boat, the old man in the lonely boat looked at the two figures rushing towards him desperately, and a mocking smile appeared on his withered face.
He slowly raised the Holy Grail in his hand, the golden blood within it, formed from the sacrifice of a divine arm, radiating an eerie light.
He lowered his head, parted his lips slightly, and murmured softly in Old Sumerian at the rim of the cup:
"Divine power...revived."
Om-!
An indescribable, terrifying pressure erupted from the Holy Grail!
It was as if rivers that had been dry for millions of years were instantly filled by the flood of creation!
The old man on the lonely boat, whose eyes had been cloudy, suddenly shone like stars. His hunched body slowly straightened, and the oppressive force emanating from him caused the entire space to distort!
Lin Qiye and Bifetu felt as if they were rushing towards an erupting volcano!
"Oh no!" Lin Qiye's heart pounded wildly.
late!
That divine power, like an invisible giant wave, crashed heavily onto him and Bifetu.
Bifetu's golden divine light dimmed instantly, and he was struck as if by lightning, spitting out blood as he flew backward.
Lin Qiye's towering Dharma form, under the onslaught of divine power, let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain.
Cracks began to spread from beneath his feet, and the phantom of the three-headed, six-armed divine weapon crumbled inch by inch!
"Hold on...!" Lin Qiye's eyes were bloodshot as he frantically squeezed out the last of his divine power.
But it's all in vain.
Faced with the true power of divine resurgence, the power he borrowed was ultimately nothing more than a mirage.
boom--!
The Dharma form shattered completely, turning into countless points of light.
Lin Qiye's soul was forcibly returned to his body. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out. He staggered and knelt on the ground.
He looked up, but his vision was blurred. He could only watch helplessly as several bright ribbons of moonlight extended from the moon boat.
The ribbon, like a living serpent, instantly coiled around the flying Biffitu, binding him tightly and dragging him toward the lone boat.
"No! Let me go!!" Bifetu roared angrily and unwillingly, but his struggles seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the revived divine power.
it's over...
A deep sense of powerlessness and regret welled up in Lin Qiye's heart. His only hope had been extinguished by his own hands right before his eyes.
On the lone boat, the old man returned to his withered and emaciated appearance, as if the sudden surge of divine power he had just witnessed was merely an illusion.
He smiled, looking at Bifitu who had been dragged before him, and extended his withered hand.
Ignoring Bifetu's protective divine light, it easily pierced his chest.
Blood dripped down his arm and splashed into the night sky.
“I’ll take Ra’s heart.”
The old man's voice was soft, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.
Bifetu's roar abruptly stopped, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.
The crescent-shaped boat slowly rose into the air amidst the blood rain, silently merging into the night and disappearing along with the woman in white.
The entire ruins returned to deathly silence.
Lin Qiye was left alone, kneeling in the sea of sand, his blood staining the ground in front of him.
In the distance, beneath the shadow of a collapsed building, Wu Hen slowly straightened up.
He looked at Lin Qiye's lonely figure with a complicated expression, lost in thought.