kingnovel Chapter 1100 The Physical Body Was Devoured, Undercurrents Exploded
Chapter 1100 The Physical Body Was Devoured, Undercurrents Exploded
On a dark earthen slope on the outskirts of Wucheng, more than a dozen figures moved like ghosts.
"Damn, stop for a second, I can't run anymore!"
Claude, supporting himself on his knees, was breathing heavily.
"Mr. Miles, what the hell are you doing?"
"Didn't we agree to wait in the sewers? Why did we suddenly have to run out in the dark?"
The other agents were also bewildered, looking at Lin Qiye at the front of the line with a mixture of exhaustion and fear.
Lin Qiye stopped and glanced back at them with a sly smile, as if he were looking at a bunch of idiots.
"If I said I was just going to run away, would you bunch of cowards have had the guts to charge out with me?"
"Instead of pinning you down, I'll just paint you a '70% chance of winning' pie in the sky,"
"You guys have been making such a racket that you've already attracted all the guards from the city lord's mansion."
Claude was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, his face turning pale and then flushed.
"You mean...the previous prophecy..."
"if not?"
Lin Qiye picked at his ear.
"Do you really think prophecies are as easy as cabbages, coming out of nowhere?"
"Use your pig brains. The most dangerous place is the safest place. That's true."
"But on the other hand, when everyone thinks this way, the most dangerous place is fucking the most dangerous place!"
"The city lord must have turned the entire city lord's mansion upside down by now. If we stay there, we're just sitting ducks waiting to die."
The agents looked at each other, speechless for a moment.
They then realized that from beginning to end, they had been manipulated by this "Mr. Miles".
Just then, a large area of fire suddenly lit up in the center of Wucheng in the distance.
"What is that?" one of the agents exclaimed.
Everyone looked in that direction and saw that the square in the center of the city was brightly lit by torches.
A large, dark crowd had gathered there, as if they were watching something.
"It's...it's a sacrifice!" someone's voice trembled. "The city lord is executing us!"
Soon, they saw squads of guards.
They dragged the tightly bound "corpses" to the huge ancient well in the center of the square and then threw them in without any mercy.
"Puff... puff..."
Even from this distance, the sound of the water falling into the well seemed clearly audible.
Watching those "selves" being thrown into the deep well, dying silently,
All the agents felt a chill run down their spines, followed by a surge of fear.
It was the ecstasy of surviving a disaster and an overwhelming admiration for Lin Qiye.
"My God... the city lord really thinks we're dead!"
"Mr. Miles, you're amazing! You even predicted this!"
"We...we really survived!"
Amidst the relief of surviving a disaster, only Lin Qiye and Wu Hen remained silent.
Lin Qiye's gaze was fixed on the ancient well, his eyes behind his glasses narrowed slightly.
He tried to extend his mental energy there, hoping to uncover the secrets beneath the well.
But it felt as if they had crashed into an invisible yet indestructible wall.
A cold, obscure force rebounded instantly, making his mind go blank.
"Something's wrong," he whispered.
"What's wrong?" Wu Hen immediately noticed his unusual behavior.
"That well," Lin Qiye's voice was deep.
"has a problem."
Meanwhile, inside Wucheng, in an even more secluded secret room.
Number 22 was sitting cross-legged, wearing a strange mask, and breathing steadily.
Several agents accompanying him were pacing anxiously back and forth, including the agent from the Qingxuan Society.
They chose a different route from Lin Qiye, planning to wait until things calmed down before taking action.
Suddenly, number 22's body trembled violently!
The mask on his face could not hide his horror at this moment, as if he had sensed something extremely terrifying.
“My…my lustful body…” he murmured, his voice filled with disbelief.
"It was swallowed..."
Those alchemical creations that served as substitutes were all imbued with a trace of his divine power of desire, so that they could perceive the situation on the ground.
Just now, that wisp of divine power transmitted back the final "scene"—it wasn't destroyed by swords and blades.
Not crushed by force, but swallowed whole by an indescribable darkness filled with endless thirst!
In the heart of that darkness, he sensed a name that made his very soul tremble!
"The Holy Grail?!?"
A horrified scream escaped her lips, and Number 22 jerked to her feet, her voice shrill and distorted with fear.
"What?!" The Qingxuan Society's representative was startled and immediately rushed over.
"What Holy Grail? Number 22, calm the hell down!"
"Shut up!"
Number 22 shouted sharply, his chest heaving violently, his eyes filled with terror and confusion.
"That thing...how could that thing be there? Shouldn't it be..."
He abruptly stopped speaking halfway through his sentence, seemingly realizing he had misspoke.
"The plan has changed! Everything has changed!"
He clenched his fists tightly, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out through clenched teeth.
We must change our plans immediately!
"What exactly happened? Explain yourself!" the Qingxuan Society's representative roared.
"You've been acting strangely ever since just now!"
Number 22 just stared at him intently, his eyes flickering, without saying a word.
An emotion called "fear" completely robbed him of his usual composure.
The air in the sealed room froze instantly, and doubt and unease spread rapidly among the people.
On the earthen slope outside the city.
Just as the agents were still celebrating their narrow escape from death, Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat!
An indescribable chill seemed to rise from the deepest abyss, instantly enveloping his entire body.
It was the feeling of being watched by some extremely ancient and enormous being.
Without any emotion, it was as if a god were looking down at an ant that could be crushed at any moment.
He suddenly turned his head, his sharp gaze shooting towards Wucheng like lightning!
The night was as dark as ink, and the desolate ancient city resembled a lurking beast.
"Seven Nights?" Wu Hen noticed his body tense up instantly and immediately became alert.
Lin Qiye did not answer; he simply stared intently at the city, as if trying to see through the dense darkness.
In his perception, the ancient well located in the center of the city was no longer an inanimate object.
It came back to life.
Deep at the bottom of the well, it seemed as if three giant eyes made of rock were slowly opening.
That cold, divine gaze pierced through the barriers of earth and space, landing precisely on each and every one of them.
A faint whisper, seemingly inaudible, transcended the distance and resonated deep within his mind.
That is not any known language.
It is a sound formed by the friction of countless rocks, the vibration of the earth's crust, and the wails of the dead; just hearing it is enough to freeze one's soul.
"We..." Lin Qiye's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice more serious than ever before.
"Discovered."
Wu Hen followed his gaze and saw that Wucheng looked like a silent tomb in the night.
And deep within the tomb, something... has awakened.