kingnovel Chapter 1097 Severed Finger Transformed into a Puppet, Undercurrents Surge
Chapter 1097 Severed Finger Transformed into a Puppet, Undercurrents Surge
As soon as Lin Qiye finished speaking, the footsteps coming from the depths of darkness came to an abrupt halt.
Everyone's heart was in their throat as they stared intently at the darkness, thicker than ink.
After a moment of deathly silence, a few squeaks and a rustling sound arose.
A fat rat darted out of the darkness, ran swiftly across the dungeon, and squeezed into a crack in the wall.
Everyone: "..."
The tension in their hearts subsided, and many people breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that their backs were soaked with cold sweat.
"It seems your courage has been taken away along with your strength."
Lin Qiye chuckled and stopped talking nonsense, giving Wu Hen behind him a wink.
Wu Hen understood and walked silently to the nearest agent who was hanging by chains.
The agent looked wary. "What do you want?"
Wu Hen did not answer, but simply stretched out his right hand and grasped the specially made silver lock that bound the agent's collarbone.
"Crack——!"
There was a crisp sound.
The silver lock, specifically designed to imprison the power of the Divine Ruins, snapped in Wu Hen's hands like a withered tree branch.
The agent, who had been hanging, fell to the ground with a thud. Ignoring the pain,
He immediately felt his body, and the next second, a look of ecstasy appeared on his face!
"My power... my power has returned!"
He shouted excitedly, and a ball of flame suddenly ignited in his palm. Although it was weak, it was genuine divine power!
This scene was like lighting the fuse of a powder keg.
Mine broke too!
"And I!"
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
Wu Hen moved swiftly through the dungeon, each move accompanied by the crisp sound of chains snapping.
In just half a minute, the restraints on nearly a hundred agents were completely lifted!
In an instant, divine power surged within the dungeon, and various colored lights flickered erratically.
The agents, now empowered, had eyes that burned with the excitement and hope of surviving a catastrophe.
The way they looked at Lin Qiye and Wu Hen had changed from hostility and suspicion to...
It transforms into a complex, fleeting trust, a mixture of awe and dependence.
The atmosphere instantly shifted from a sense of despair and oppression to something... relaxed.
"Alright, now is not the time to have a party."
Lin Qiye clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.
"We have to break out before the guards in the city lord's mansion can react."
"Wait!" Number 22, who had been whipped earlier, suddenly spoke up, rubbing his still-bleeding shoulder, his eyes cold.
"Just rush out like that? There are nearly a hundred of us, we're too conspicuous, we'll be surrounded as soon as we leave the dungeon."
"Then what do you suggest we do?" asked an agent named Claude, frowning.
Number 22 did not answer, but slowly raised his left hand.
Under everyone's puzzled gaze, he pinched his left little finger with his right thumb and forefinger.
Then, snap it open with force!
"Boom!"
The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed throughout the dungeon, sending chills down everyone's spine!
Number 22 didn't even flinch; he expressionlessly threw the severed little finger on the ground.
A strange scene happened.
The severed finger fell to the ground without bleeding; instead, it melted like wax, rapidly wriggling, swelling, and deforming!
It frantically absorbed the blood and dust on the ground, within just a few breaths.
A bloody, mangled "person" got up from the ground!
Even more bizarrely, the flesh puppet's facial features twisted and eventually turned into a face exactly like Number 22's!
"This is..." someone exclaimed in shock.
Ignoring the shock of the crowd, Number 22 coldly said:
"This is my divine ruin, [the flesh of desire]."
"I can consume my own flesh and blood to create puppets with our aura and appearance to confuse our pursuers."
As he spoke, he broke off another of his fingers.
The second puppet began to take shape.
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of seriousness in each other's eyes.
This strange and sinister ability made them instinctively uneasy.
This number 22 is absolutely insane.
"What... disgusting ability."
Claude, pinching his nose, took a half-step back with a look of disgust and muttered in a voice that wasn't too loud,
"As expected of the agent of the goddess of lust, Philotes, even his abilities are so despicable."
His voice was soft, but in the quiet dungeon, it reached everyone's ears clearly.
The puppet-making process of Number 22 suddenly stopped.
He slowly raised his head, and his already bloodshot eyes instantly filled with a violent killing intent!
"What...did you say?" His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.
Claude seemed to realize he had said the wrong thing, but relying on his regained power...
With her neck stiff and stubborn, she retorted, "What? Did I say something wrong? Everyone knows you're that woman's..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
Because a blur had instantly appeared in front of him!
Number 22 was incredibly fast; one hand gripped Claude's throat like an iron clamp, lifting him into the air!
"Uh...uh..." Claude's face instantly turned liver-colored, his feet left the ground, and he struggled frantically, his eyes filled with terror.
The relaxed atmosphere just moments before instantly froze!
Everyone was stunned by the terrifying killing intent that erupted from Number 22, and their breath caught in their throats.
They never expected that the two, who were "allies" just a second ago, would be fighting to the death the next!
"stop!"
Just as Claude was about to suffocate, a hand appeared out of thin air and casually grabbed Number 22's wrist.
It’s Lin Qiye.
“Mr. Mad Dog, now is not the time for infighting.”
Lin Qiye still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were icy cold. "Move again, and I'll break your claws too."
Number 22 tried to break free, but found that Lin Qiye's hand was like an unshakeable mountain, and his strength was nothing in front of him!
His eyes flashed with a mixture of murderous intent and shock, and in the end, he slowly released his grip on Claude's hand.
"Cough cough cough!!" Claude fell to the ground, clutching his neck and coughing violently, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Number 22.
"We're all in this together now."
Lin Qiye surveyed the entire room, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable air of authority.
"If anyone dares to stir up internal strife again and ruin my plans, I won't hesitate to leave them here forever."
Wu Hen silently stepped forward from behind him, his icy killing intent enveloping the entire scene, as if providing a footnote to Lin Qiye's words.
Everyone was as silent as a cicada.
Number 22 stared intently at Claude, his chest heaving violently. After a moment, he seemed to suppress some kind of violent emotion.
Turning to Lin Qiye, he said, word by word, "I can continue to create puppets, but I have one condition."
"explain."
"From now on, no one should mention that woman's name again."
His voice carried a chilling hatred.
That hostile aura had not dissipated; it seemed that just one more spark would ignite it completely.
After saying that, he turned around and continued to break his own fingers without waiting for Lin Qiye's reply.
Soon, nearly a hundred "desire bodies" identical to those of the agents present were created.
They stood motionless, emanating an aura identical to their original forms.
"Let's go." Seeing this, Lin Qiye didn't delay any longer. He waved his hand and took the lead in walking out of the dungeon.
The crowd followed closely behind, and no one dared to utter another word.
As the dungeon doors closed again, the figures of nearly a hundred agents disappeared into the dark passageway.
The once desolate dungeon was now filled only with those "bodies of desire" standing motionless, and a few unconscious guards.
Sudden.
One of the "Desire Bodies" stiffly turned its neck, its empty gaze falling on the guard closest to it.
Then, it slowly crawled over.
The other bodies, as if receiving some kind of command, all gathered around the guards.
"boom!"
One of the fleshy figures raised its fist and slammed it hard into the guard's head!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Blood and brain matter splattered instantly!
The frenzied, irrational sounds of smashing echoed continuously in the dungeon.
The puppets' empty eyes reflected the flickering candlelight, as if they were performing a bloody and eerie sacrifice.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere remained oppressive as Lin Qiye and his group traversed the secret passages of the City Lord's Mansion.
Claude, still shaken, leaned closer to Lin Qiye and whispered, "Are we... are we going straight to the city lord's treasury?"
"But that old man has used up all the divine artifacts. Besides some gold and silver treasures, what else in the treasure vault is worth robbing?"
Lin Qiye walked at the front, and upon hearing this, a mysterious smile appeared on his lips.
He glanced back at Claude and the agents behind him who were also listening intently, and chuckled.
"Gold and silver treasures?" He shook his head, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"You've underestimated that old guy."
He paused, lowered his voice, and spoke with a seductive tone.
"Do you really think that what has kept this 'city without gods' running for so many years... is just those few artifacts that are on the surface?"