kingnovel Chapter 1082 I am a prophet
Chapter 1082 I am a prophet
That mangled face looked as if it had been gripped by an invisible giant hand, all the smile and mockery crushed into dust.
Only the one intact eye remained, like a bottomless well, reflecting Lin Qiye's smiling face.
The murderous intent was so intense it was almost palpable.
Wu Hen's hand was already gripping the hilt of the knife at his waist, his whole body tense, like a cheetah ready to pounce.
He kept a close eye on Number 03, ready to strike at the slightest sign of trouble.
However, Lin Qiye seemed oblivious to the killing intent and lazily yawned.
"Hey, Number 01, what are your rules here? Someone's trying to kill someone right in front of you, aren't you going to do anything about it?"
He shouted toward the center of the church, his tone as if he were chatting with a street vendor.
The calm, unwavering voice of Number 01 rang out: "Private fights are prohibited during the gathering."
The voice seemed to carry some kind of law, and the boiling killing intent emanating from Number 03...
It felt like being forcefully pushed back by an invisible hand.
The abyss in his single eye churned even more violently.
"See? It's no big deal."
Lin Qiye shrugged, and then he did something that surprised everyone, including Wu Hen.
He raised his hand and ripped off his hood.
A young, ordinary, and even somewhat handsome Eastern face was revealed to the public.
He had that signature roguish smile on his lips, but his eyes were so clear that they seemed to hold everything in their hearts.
“My name is Brown Myers,” Lin Qiye said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"The god of prophecy, Merlin's agent."
"Prophet?"
Merlin's agent? I've never heard of him before.
"No wonder he dared to say he knew the whereabouts of the Twin Gods' agents!"
Another wave of barely suppressed gasps erupted from inside the church.
Prophecy is a power that all gods both crave and deeply fear.
An agent of a prophet is far more valuable than the agents of most combat-type gods.
"Stop fucking pretending!" a gruff voice roared.
"If you were a prophet, why would you be here looking for people? Why not just cast a divination yourself?"
"Good question." Lin Qiye snapped his fingers.
"First, my boss Merlin, he's been dozing off lately and doesn't have time for me."
"Secondly, prophecy comes at a price. Why should I waste my own power to divine the fate of a sword immortal who has nothing to do with me?"
He paused, looked around, and his gaze swept over every face hidden in the shadows.
"However, the whereabouts of the agents of the two gods... this information is as common to me as stones on the roadside."
He spread his hands, grinning like a shrewd businessman.
"Therefore, I am willing to put it up for trade. My requirements are very simple: I am willing to exchange any valuable intelligence for it."
"The highest bidder wins; no deception of the young or old."
These words are half true and half false, yet they are logically consistent.
The doubts in everyone's eyes were gradually replaced by greed.
The agents of the two gods are like a mobile treasure trove!
Whoever finds them will receive a great reward from the two chief gods!
After a brief silence, a hand was raised.
It's Number 02, the elusive agent from the mist.
"I'll give you a coordinate in exchange for their latest movements." Number 02's voice came from beneath the misty cloak.
"In India, an abandoned temple of the gods, sealed inside is something, something that would even tempt a 'Heavenly Realm' expert."
The moment the words "Heavenly Realm" were uttered, another commotion erupted in the arena.
"Deal." Lin Qiye agreed without hesitation.
He walked up to number 02, and under the tense gaze of everyone,
She leaned down and whispered something in his ear in a voice only the two of them could hear.
Number 02's body jolted violently!
His body beneath the cloak trembled violently, as if he had heard some fantastical tale, or as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt.
"No...it's impossible!" he cried out, his voice filled with disbelief and horror.
"How dare they?!"
"Why don't you dare?"
Lin Qiye straightened up, a compassionate smile on his face.
The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for the people in the surrounding area to hear.
"Those two have always been very bold."
"And...they seem quite interested in this party."
"What...what do you mean?" Number 02's voice was already trembling.
Lin Qiye smiled, pointed to the church entrance, and then to the crowd around him.
“My prophecy tells me they are approaching. Perhaps they are already at the door, perhaps… they have already infiltrated.”
This statement is more explosive than any of the previous news!
If people were merely greedy before, now a chilling coldness rises in everyone's hearts!
Are the agents of the two gods among us?
In an instant, everyone's gaze towards their companions changed.
Originally just competitors, they may now be deadly devils who will suddenly strike and kill at the slightest provocation!
The seeds of doubt sprouted wildly in everyone's heart!
Number 02 was struck dumb. He turned his head sharply and stared intently at everyone around him, breathing rapidly, like a fish that had been thrown ashore.
"Who is it? Who is it!" he roared, almost frantically.
"Don't get excited."
Lin Qiye patted his shoulder, his tone as relaxed as if he were comforting a frightened child.
"I'm just a prophet, not a ghost hunter."
"But..."
He changed the subject, his gaze seemingly casually drifting towards numbers 03 and 04.
"I do think some people are particularly suspicious."
"For example, those who get impatient as soon as they hear about Gilgamesh's treasury... they seem to lack 'divine power,' don't they?"
This statement was like the finishing touch, instantly drawing all attention to No. 03 and No. 04, who had just been vying for the right to trade in the treasure vault!
The single eye of number 03 instantly shrank to the tip of a pin!
He was about to retort when he realized that dozens of suspicious and hostile gazes were already falling on him like knives.
Lin Qiye, the culprit who ignited the powder keg, acted as if he had done something insignificant.
He strolled back to his seat and sat down next to Wu Hen.
She even adjusted her posture to make herself more comfortable.
Then, in the deathly silence and atmosphere of suspicion, he closed his eyes.
He looked completely indifferent, as if he was about to go back to sleep.
Wu Hen: “…”
Looking at the man beside him who had everyone under his thumb, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
This guy... is a complete madman!
The atmosphere inside the church was extremely oppressive.
Number 02 was like a frightened bird, staring intently at the light and shadows outside the door, her heart pounding like a drum.
He felt that everyone around him, every breath they took, and every glance they gave might be hiding deadly intent.
Lin Qiye's plan succeeded. The seeds of chaos have been sown, and a chain of suspicion has been formed.
Wu Hen leaned close to Lin Qiye's ear.
He asked in an almost inaudible voice, "You've stirred things up so much, how are we supposed to get what we really want now?"