kingnovel Chapter 1099: The Truth Under the Ancient Well Caused an Uproar!
Chapter 1099: The Truth Under the Ancient Well Caused an Uproar!
That silent mockery seemed to echo only in Lin Qiye's heart before vanishing like an illusion.
He slowly withdrew his hand from the crystal ball, his eyes behind his glasses remaining calm and still.
It was as if that prediction, which had a 70% chance of success, had exhausted all his energy.
Wu Hen stood behind him, like a silent iceberg.
Those unusual eyes swept over the ecstatic crowd, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
In a secluded corner where no one was watching, she exchanged a glance with Lin Qiye that only the two of them understood.
The plan is being executed perfectly.
"Alright! Stop fucking yelling!"
Claude wiped the tears from his face and roared gruffly.
"Since we have a 70% chance of winning, let's go for it! Mr. Miles, what do we do now? Should we head straight for the [King's Treasury]?"
All eyes were once again focused on Lin Qiye, and a fervent fire burned in their eyes.
"No hurries?"
Lin Qiye waved his hand weakly, his body swaying, but Wu Hen caught him just in time.
"As I just said, prophecy is extremely taxing, and my head is throbbing like it's going to split open."
He rubbed his temples, his face as pale as paper.
"Furthermore, do you think the [King's Treasury] is a marketplace where you can just walk in whenever you want? Without the bloodline of the Miles family, you won't even be able to find the gate."
Everyone was stunned; their enthusiasm was suddenly dampened.
"Then...what should we do?" an agent asked anxiously.
"Wait," Lin Qiye uttered a single word.
"Wait?" Claude's brows furrowed.
"Sir, we're racing against time! The city lord's men could discover the secret passage at any moment..."
That's why we have to wait.
Lin Qiye interrupted him, his voice revealing an undeniable weariness and resolve.
"The city lord must be searching for us all over the city right now; there are guards everywhere outside."
"If we go out now, we'll be walking into a trap."
He leaned against the wall and slowly sat down. "Moreover, I need to restore my mental strength."
“Without my prophetic guidance, you won’t even be able to find the door to the treasure trove.”
After these words were spoken, no one dared to refute them.
Indeed, their only remaining hope now is this "Mr. Miles" who can predict the future.
If something happens to him, let alone the God of Slaughter, it's questionable whether he'll even survive tonight.
"But... are we just going to wait here like this?" Some people were still unwilling to give up.
"Otherwise what?" Lin Qiye glanced at him, his roguish air returning.
"Who among you has the ability to sneak into the city lord's mansion right now and twist that old bastard's head off?"
"If he has one, I'll go with him immediately."
The man immediately shrank back and dared not utter another sound.
"All of you, shut up and find somewhere to rest and recharge."
Lin Qiye waved his hand impatiently.
"Once the curfew at the city lord's mansion is lifted and I recover, that will be the time for us to make our move."
"Wu Hen, find a safe place."
"Hmm," Wu Hen responded, and began to survey the surroundings.
They were currently at an abandoned section of the city's sewer system, at the end of which was a sealed-off ancient well.
The air here is polluted, but it's secluded enough.
Although everyone was extremely anxious, they knew that what Lin Qiye said was true.
They could only suppress their inner turmoil, find a place to sit down, wipe their weapons, or close their eyes to rest.
The entire space fell silent instantly, with only the dripping of water droplets falling from the cracks in the pipes and the suppressed breathing of the crowd.
There was a sense of relief amidst the oppression.
They thought they had escaped the deadlock and were temporarily safe.
Meanwhile, in the central square of Wucheng.
Torches illuminated the entire square as if it were daytime, and the city lord stood on the high platform with a cold and stern expression.
Below him, rows of guards in black armor stood solemnly, creating a tense atmosphere.
"Lord of the city! All the fugitives have been captured!" A guard captain knelt on one knee and reported loudly.
The city lord nodded, his gaze sweeping over the twenty-odd figures below the stage, bound tightly, their mouths stuffed with rags, and motionless.
These "agents" were all ashen-faced and showed no signs of resistance.
Around the square, countless residents of Wucheng peeked out from the shadows, watching everything with numb yet awe-inspiring eyes.
"Very good." The city lord's voice was devoid of any emotion, as cold as ice.
"These traitors have tainted the city's order."
"Now, let us use their flesh and souls to quell the thirst of the Holy Grail."
With a wave of his hand, he coldly ordered, "Begin the sacrifice! Throw them into the ancient well!"
"Yes!"
The guards roughly dragged the "corpses" toward the huge ancient well in the center of the square, which exuded an ominous aura.
"Pfft!"
One "corpse" after another was mercilessly thrown into the bottomless well.
There were no screams, no struggles, only the sound of a heavy object falling into the water echoing in the deathly silent square.
When the last "corpse" was thrown in, the city lord turned around.
He announced to all the residents: "The unrest has been quelled, and the traitors have received their due punishment."
"Wucheng, return to order."
The residents numbly lowered their heads, then silently retreated, disappearing into the darkness.
The torches in the square were extinguished, and the guards quickly withdrew.
The entire city once again fell into its age-old, deathly silence.
It was as if nothing had happened.
However, none of them knew that this sacrifice was a complete hoax from the very beginning.
Beneath the ancient well lies a completely different space.
There is no water here, only thick, dark red blood, like mercury, flowing slowly and gathering into a sea of blood.
In the center of the sea of blood are three enormous stone statues, each a hundred meters tall.
They stand silently, arranged in a tripod formation, as if they have been asleep for millions of years.
As the "corpses" passed through the well and fell into this space, almost at the same time, the eyes of the three stone statues lit up.
Those were three pairs of eyes without pupils, only a cold, divine light.
"The offerings... have arrived." The stone statue on the left emitted a loud sound like rocks rubbing together.
"The quantity... matches." The voice of the stone statue on the right was equally muffled.
"The smell of flesh and blood... is very fresh."
The corpse fell into the sea of blood, instantly enveloped and swallowed by the viscous blood.
The power of fresh flesh and blood began to flow along some invisible connection.
They converged on the central stone statue holding a dark gold cup.
However, the next second, all three stone statues fell silent.
The atmosphere in the space suddenly froze.
"No..." For the first time, a fluctuation appeared in the voice of the central stone statue.
“These offerings…have no souls.”
A flash of light appeared on the stone statue on the left, as if it were investigating something.
Then his voice filled with shock and anger: "It's a shell! An empty shell created using alchemy and flesh magic!"
"Not even the lowest-level remnant soul!"
"We...we've been deceived!" The voice of the stone statue on the right carried a chilling murderous intent.
For the first time, the watcher, who had been silent for countless millennia, experienced the emotion called "playing with words."
The central stone statue slowly raised the dark gold Holy Grail in its hands.
Within that cup, the blood of the Blood Sea was churning, attempting to satisfy the divine artifact's craving.
But the Holy Grail only trembled slightly, emitting a humming sound that represented "dissatisfaction" and "hunger".
This inferior energy from flesh and blood is simply insufficient to satisfy it.
"A conspiracy..." The voice of the central stone statue was as cold as millennia-old ice.
"The true sacrifice did not die."
"They used these bodies to stage a fake death."
"Where are they?"
"If they could deceive the city lord and the eyes of the entire city... they must still be hiding in some corner of the city lord's mansion."
The three stone statues remained silent for a moment, as if they were having some kind of silent communication.
"The dungeon is empty... the secret passage is destroyed... the only place they could have gone..."
The gaze of the central stone statue seemed to pierce through endless space, locking onto a certain direction.
"【The King's Treasury】".
The moment the name was uttered, the air pressure in the entire Blood Sea space instantly plummeted to freezing point.
"Their target is the other three artifacts."
"They want to seize our Lord's power!"
"We must...stop them!" The voice of the stone statue on the left was filled with rage.
"They may already have clues to unlocking the [Scepter]!"
"We can't wait passively any longer," the central stone statue decided.
“They thought they were well hidden, that we were still waiting for sacrifices…foolish mortals.”
Its arm, which held the Holy Grail, slowly rose.
"Activate the [Divine Restriction] to seal off the entire treasure vault."
“Crush those filthy rats inside.”
"As ordered."
As the will of the three stone statues became unified, the entire bottom of the ancient well began to shake violently.
The sea of blood surged with towering waves, and countless ancient and complex runes lit up from the surface of the stone statue.
It spreads along the ground, like a giant net that is tightening.
A terrifying aura, powerful enough to crush even the gods, began to brew and boil in this space, like the deathly stillness before a storm.
At that very moment, in the deepest part of the sea of blood.
A barely perceptible line of blood, in stark contrast to the energy surging towards the Holy Grail,
Silently peeling away from the bottom of the sea of blood, like a venomous snake with life,
Following the smooth well wall, we began to go upstream, winding our way up.
Its target is the sealed-off abandoned node above the ancient well.
The Holy Grail is about to open its "eyes".
In that murky darkness, Lin Qiye leaned against the wall, closing his eyes to rest.
A faint smile lingered at the corners of his mouth, as if he were savoring his perfect deception.
Like the other agents, he was completely unaware of what was happening down underground.
A chilling killing intent had already crept up behind them.