noffsinger Chapter 1101 Is following Miles the safest option?
Chapter 1101 Is following Miles the safest option?
The moment the words left his mouth, Lin Qiye didn't hesitate for a second and shouted, "Run!"
He turned and left as fast as an arrow, completely ignoring the group of agents who were still in a daze behind him.
Wu Hen followed closely behind. He didn't even ask why; if Lin Qi ran away, he ran too.
This was a tacit understanding that had already formed between them.
"Run? Where to run?" Claude was dumbfounded.
"We just escaped, shouldn't we be looking for a place to hide now?"
"Are you fucking a pig? Mr. Miles said run, and you dare to stop?"
An agent who had just been feeling relieved was now terrified and scrambled after him.
Once again shrouded in the shadow of death, the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything.
A dozen or so figures, ignoring their exhaustion, followed Lin Qiye frantically into the vast desert.
"Wait! Mr. Miles!" Claude shouted as he chased after him.
"Can't we fly? How long will this run go on? There's nowhere to hide in the desert!"
Other flying agents shared the same sentiment: running on the ground was incredibly exhausting and made them easy targets, practically suicidal.
Lin Qiye didn't turn his head, his voice as cold as ice coming from ahead: "If you want to die, fly away, I won't stop you."
His words were simple and direct, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.
“You…” Claude was so angry he almost vomited blood, but seeing Lin Qiye’s unstoppable back, he didn’t dare to actually stop.
After running for about ten minutes, someone in the team finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Damn it! I'm not running anymore!"
A tall, burly agent abruptly stopped, panting heavily, his face contorted with rage.
"What the hell is the difference between running in the desert and being a sitting duck?"
"I'd rather fly up into the sky, even if I'm discovered, than wait here to die!"
Another thin agent beside him chimed in, "That's right! He just wants to wear us down!"
"Why should we listen to him? Who does he think he is?"
The two exchanged a glance, ignoring Lin Qiye's warning.
Divine power surged, rising into the sky on the left and right, transforming into two streaks of light that flew high into the heavens.
"Idiot!" Claude cursed under his breath, but dared not stop.
The other agents also looked up nervously, clinging to a sliver of hope.
If they are alright, then I won't have to suffer like this anymore.
However, just three seconds after the two people took off.
A sudden change occurred!
From the direction of Wucheng, three completely different beams of light shot towards us at a speed that was impossible for the naked eye to perceive!
One was a blood-red spear that pierced through the void, its tip carrying endless killing intent!
One was a strange silver bird with a cry like a ghost's wail, its wings spread wide, moving as fast as lightning!
The last item was a pair of winged flying boots that no one was wearing, yet they flew on their own.
It drew a strange arc in the air, like a deadly whip kick!
"Do not!!!"
The towering agent, flying in the sky, only had time to let out a desperate scream.
He was pierced through from behind by that blood-red spear, and his entire body exploded into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air!
The skinny agent on the other side was terrified and just as he was about to turn and run away,
The silver bird had already pounced, its sharp claws instantly tearing his body apart!
And those winged flying boots followed closely behind, kicking his escaping soul to utter destruction!
puff!puff!
Two plumes of blood mist exploded in the night sky, leaving not even a single intact bone behind.
From the moment they took off until their bodies were gone, it was only five seconds.
The three terrifying artifacts circled in the air, seemingly searching for their next target.
On the ground, everyone froze in place, including Claude.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, their bodies turning ice-cold, as if they had been choked.
Fear, an unprecedented fear, overwhelmed them like a tidal wave.
They finally understood that Lin Qiye's words, "If you want to die, then fly," were not a threat, but a statement of fact.
"What are you all standing there for? Waiting to die?!" Lin Qiye's icy voice was like a thunderclap, jolting the group of terrified agents awake.
Everyone shuddered and dared not question it again, burying their heads in their feet and following Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's footsteps, running frantically across the sand.
This time, no one dared to complain, and no one dared to raise their head.
Meanwhile, in that hidden secret room within Wucheng.
"The plan has changed... completely changed!"
After a brief moment of panic, Number 22 became eerily calm; his eyes, hidden behind his mask, gleamed with madness and greed.
"The Holy Grail... Its power far exceeds our imagination, but this is also an opportunity! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
The Qingxuan Society's representative asked anxiously, "What are you talking about? What should we do now? Should we join up with that Miles?"
"Join him? Joining him is just waiting to die!"
Number 22 sneered and quickly took off his agent's uniform.
He took out another set of Wucheng servant's clothes from his storage space and changed into them, even changing his mask to a more ordinary one.
"The thing in that well has woken up, and it's now eyeing all the escaped 'rats,' including Miles... Hmph, he's dead meat."
"and you?!"
"I?"
Number 22 straightened his collar, his eyes cold and resolute.
"The most dangerous place is the safest place."
"I want to go back, back to the city lord's mansion."
He glanced at the remaining agents in the room, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "You, good luck to you."
Before he finished speaking, his figure had already blended into the shadows and disappeared without a sound.
The people in the secret room looked at each other, their faces filled with bewilderment and fear at being abandoned.
In the vast, dark desert at night.
The group of a dozen or so people moved forward in the deathly silence.
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen walked at the front, their pace slow.
But they remained unusually calm, as if nothing in their path could shake them.
The agents behind him followed mechanically, not daring to speak.
They didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing the three divine artifacts floating above Wucheng, like the eyes of death.
At this moment, Lin Qiye's back was no longer the swindler "Mr. Miles" in their eyes, but the only hope for survival.
Wu Hen lowered his voice and walked to Lin Qiye's side: "Those things...were they coming for us?"
"No." Lin Qiye's gaze was as deep as the night.
"Their target is all the 'servants of God' who have escaped from Wucheng."
"We were just taken along."
"So all we have to do is run out of their detection range?"
"not that simple."
Lin Qiye shook his head, his eyes behind his glasses narrowing slightly, a cold glint that no one could decipher flashing within them.
"Their owners are not inanimate objects."
Just as he was speaking, above Wucheng,
The three artifacts that had killed the fleeing man seemed to lose their target after circling for a moment.
The crimson spear and the silver monster bird transformed into streaks of light and returned to the city.
Only those strange winged flying boots paused in mid-air.
It's like a hunting dog with its own will, sniffing out something in the air.
The next second, it slowly turned around.
Its goal is no longer aimless searching.
Instead, it pinpointed a moving coordinate in the desert with unparalleled precision.
That coordinate was none other than Lin Qiye, who was walking at the very front of the group.