sjar Chapter 1111 The truth is more scorching than flames
Chapter 1111 The truth is more scorching than flames
Wucheng has become a hell on earth.
The towering flames turned the night sky a hideous orange-red, and the air was filled with the stench of charred remains mixed with blood.
When Lin Qiye and Wu Hen arrived, this was the scene depicting hell.
The streets were littered with corpses, and the congealed blood made the charred stone pavement sticky and slippery.
"Damn." Lin Qiye only uttered one word, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
"He's gone mad." Wu Hen's voice was calm, but his clenched fist betrayed the turmoil within him.
"He killed everyone in the city."
At the edge of their vision, a man stood atop a mountain of corpses, a scepter in his left hand and a blood goblet in his right, laughing wildly to the sky.
It is number 22.
"He obtained the Holy Grail and the Scepter," Wu Hen quickly analyzed.
"Claude has failed."
"I'll go meet him."
Lin Qiye's face blurred for a moment, and then he transformed into the "mysterious" member he had seen before—Miles.
Wu Hen stopped him: "Qi Ye, don't be impulsive."
"He's acting strangely right now, and he's wielding two divine artifacts..."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Lin Qiye patted his shoulder.
"You hide first. If the negotiations break down, you'll be in charge of arranging an escape route."
After saying that, Lin Qiye, disguised as "Miles," strode towards the crazed figure, while feigning anger and shouting:
"Number 22! What the hell are you doing?!"
Number 22, standing atop the pile of corpses, slowly turned around, his face smeared with blood, his smile both eerie and satisfied.
"Hey, isn't this Miles? You're late, the celebration party is almost over."
"A victory celebration?" Lin Qiye pointed at the corpses strewn across the ground, his anger barely contained.
"This is your victory celebration? Massacring civilians? Is this the mission the organization gave you?!"
"The organization?" Number 22 laughed so hard he almost fell over, as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world.
“Miles, have you lost your mind? What is an organization anyway? From beginning to end, my only goal has been it.”
He shook the Holy Grail in his hand, the blood-like liquid inside rippling with golden light.
Lin Qiye's heart sank.
Not right.
This guy's attitude is too arrogant; he doesn't respect his "colleague" at all.
He seemed certain of something.
"What do you mean?"
Lin Qiye suppressed his unease and continued to play the role of the angry Miles.
"You want to monopolize the Holy Grail? You've betrayed the organization?"
"Betrayal? Hahaha!"
Number 22 descended step by step from the pile of corpses, the base of his scepter tapping softly on the stone slab, each tap feeling like a blow to the heart.
"It's not a betrayal, because I've never been loyal."
He walked up to Lin Qiye, the two of them no more than three meters apart.
The air solidified like iron.
Wu Hen held his breath in the shadows; he already sensed that Lin Qiye's disguise might have been exposed.
"Miles, that idiot, thought I was helping him until he died."
Number 22 tilted his head, staring at Lin Qiye with an all-knowing look in his eyes.
"But then again, your disguise is really good; you even mimicked the same aura perfectly."
"such a pity……"
He paused, the curve of his lips becoming increasingly sinister.
"You smell so clean."
"Unlike us rats who wallow in the gutter."
Lin Qiye's pupils contracted.
"It seems you really do know everything." He stopped pretending, and his voice returned to its original tone.
"Of course." Number 22 smiled even more broadly.
"I could smell it the moment you stepped into this city."
"A big fish, always following me around, trying to be the prey? I like prey like you who think you're so clever."
He raised the Holy Grail in his hand and whispered to the eerie red lotus within:
"The Holy Grail, grant me one small wish..."
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's hearts jumped into their throats at the same time!
"Let me see what this friend of mine looks like."
The moment the words left his mouth, the Holy Grail shone brightly!
An irresistible force of law enveloped Lin Qiye.
The disguise that belonged to Miles on his body was like a piece of canvas that had been set on fire, quickly peeling off, disintegrating, and turning into ashes!
In the blink of an eye, Lin Qiye's original appearance was completely exposed in the firelight!
My identity has been exposed!
Killing intent and an extreme sense of crisis exploded within Lin Qiye's body in an instant!
"Now!" Wu Hen's voice rang in his mind.
Almost at the same moment, Lin Qiye moved!
The ground beneath his feet shattered with a deafening roar, and he transformed into a blur as he slammed his palm into Number 22's chest!
The power of the Divine Ruins erupted without reservation!
Number 22 seemed to have anticipated this, and calmly raised his other hand holding the scepter, meeting Lin Qiye's palm with a palm strike in return!
boom--! ! !
Their palms collided, and a terrifying shockwave swept out from the two of them!
The surrounding ruins were instantly leveled, and even the fiery clouds in the sky were torn open by this force, leaving a huge hole!
Lin Qiye felt a terrifying force, a mixture of violence and death, surge into his arm, causing his blood to churn and him to stagger back several steps.
Number 22 also took a half step back.
"Ha...this power..."
Number 22 shook his numb hands, showing no anger whatsoever. Instead, he excitedly licked his lips, his eyes shining as he stared at Lin Qiye.
"One group belongs to the watchdogs of [the gate], and the other belongs to the lunatics of the mental hospital... Interesting, very interesting!"
He laughed maniacally, as if he had discovered a new continent.
"The Agent of the Two Gods! It's actually the legendary Agent of the Two Gods!"
Number 22 opened his arms as if embracing the whole world, his eyes gleaming with the fervor of a hunter seeing his most prized prey.
"I'm so damn lucky! I was just trying to catch a small fish, but I ended up frying a whale shark!"
He grinned maliciously at Lin Qiye, then glanced at Wu Hen in the shadows.
"One, two... Today, none of you are leaving."