kingnovel Chapter 1113 Divine Sacrifice: Who is the Prey?
Chapter 1113 Divine Sacrifice: Who is the Prey?
In that deep darkness, something seemed to be awakened by his gaze.
Deep beneath Wucheng lies an ancient well that has dried up for thousands of years, where deathly silence is the eternal theme.
At the bottom of the well, three life-sized Sumerian stone statues sat cross-legged, their bodies covered in cobwebs and dust.
It's as if they've been sitting here since the beginning of creation, until the end of the universe.
However, just as Biffitu's gaze fell upon them, the rightmost finger of one of the statues trembled slightly.
Then came the second statue, and then the third.
Click... click...
Dust and stone skin fell from the surface of the stone statue, and three pairs of stone eyelids that had been closed for thousands of years slowly opened.
There were no eyeballs in those eye sockets, only two dark blue flames burning fiercely.
They didn't communicate with each other, yet it was as if they received the same information at the same moment.
“Ra…it’s the breath of the sun god Ra…” An ancient, hoarse voice, seemingly composed of countless overlapping souls, echoed from the bottom of the well.
“No, incomplete. It is a vessel… stitched together the remains of a god,” another voice corrected.
"Perfect...the perfect sacrifice..." The third voice was filled with barely suppressed greed and fanaticism.
"With this divine body, and that sacred artifact... my lord... will soon return!"
call--!
A gust of cold wind rushed in from the well opening, scattering the dust of a thousand years.
The eerie blue flames in the eyes of the three stone statues surged instantly!
Above the ruins outside the well, no one knows what happened underground.
Wu Hen, hidden in the shadows, had pupils that shrank to the size of pinpoints.
He stared intently at Biffitu's chest, his mind churning with turmoil.
"Madmen, these people are all fucking madmen! They're using the remains of the Supreme God as spare parts to attach themselves to their bodies?"
Are these the 'strong' of this world? Power... they've become completely twisted in their pursuit of power!
Wu Hen forced himself to calm down.
He has survived to this day thanks to his caution and wisdom.
He immediately analyzed the current situation.
Bifetu was incredibly strong, ridiculously so, but he revealed his greatest secret—the sacrifice of a divine body.
He's like a piece of Tang Monk's flesh now; everyone wants a bite.
Number 22 has two powerful artifacts, which seem impressive, but he clearly has limited trump cards and is all bark and no bite.
And that agent of the two gods, Lin Qiye... from beginning to end, he seemed like a detached troublemaker.
The expression on his face, as if he were watching a show and not caring about the height of the stage, made Wu Hen instinctively feel a pang of fear.
This guy is definitely suspicious!
Wu Hen's intuition was screaming an alarm.
How could someone whose mental strength is almost exhausted still be able to laugh in such a desperate situation of three-way confrontation?
Unless... he was acting from the very beginning!
"Damn it, they're all a bunch of old foxes!" Wu Hen cursed inwardly, his eyes darting around as a plan came to mind.
He couldn't wait any longer.
Neither the divine body of Bifetu nor the Holy Grail of the 22nd are things he can currently control.
The only variable is Lin Qiye, who seems to be the weakest but is also the most mysterious!
We must drag him into this mess and stir things up completely!
"Stop pretending, Lin Qiye!" Wu Hen roared from the shadows, his voice echoing throughout the ruins. "Your mental energy isn't exhausted at all! How long do you plan to keep this up? Are you planning to wait until we're all dead so you can reap the benefits?!"
This roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.
Bifetu and Number 22 instantly shifted their gazes from each other and fixed them on Lin Qiye.
Number 22's face darkened: "I knew you were up to something!"