noffsinger Chapter 1086 A God Descends from the Sky, the Deal Begins with the "God of Slaughter"
Chapter 1086 A God Descends from the Sky, the Deal Begins with the "God of Slaughter"
That invisible hand did not tighten its grip on the church ruins.
Because its true owner was already dozens of kilometers away.
In a desolate industrial wasteland, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's figures tumbled out from the distorted light and shadow.
It landed steadily on the rusty rails.
"Phew... Damn, acting is really tiring."
Lin Qiye pulled off his hood, casually removed his disguise, and revealed his true appearance.
He let out a long sigh, a cynical smile on his face.
Wu Hen was much more cautious; he immediately looked around.
Only after confirming that there was no divine or spiritual power spying on them did they relax.
He pushed up his non-existent glasses and calmly analyzed, "This time, we've gone too far."
“You’ve put Number 03 and Number 04 on the hot seat with your ‘prophecy.’ Those agents are so greedy that they’ll definitely fight you to the death.”
"Although we got away, the commotion was too great and could easily attract unnecessary attention."
"What's there to be afraid of? It's easier to catch fish when the water is murky."
Lin Qiye curled his lip indifferently.
"Those bastards, every single one of them is no good."
"Let them fight like dogs, wouldn't it be better for us to go watch the show?"
"Besides, do you really think that guy, Number 03, is a lamb to the slaughter?"
“He’s not; he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing. But our goal is the King’s Treasury, not to cause trouble.”
Wu Hen's tone was very calm.
"The biggest takeaway from this trade fair is the confirmation that Gilgamesh's agent is among them, and it is very likely that he is number 03 or 04."
"We should head to the treasure vault immediately and seize the initiative."
"Alright, alright, you're right." Lin Qi-ye picked at his ear.
"Let's go, let's call it Somersault Cloud."
He was just about to whistle and summon the cloud that was always at his beck and call when his movements suddenly froze.
Wu Hen reacted even faster than him, almost at the same time.
His body was taut like a bow, his gaze fixed on the air in front of the two of them.
The air there, I don't know when it started, has become as thick as mercury.
The howling wind around us suddenly stopped.
The whole world seemed to have been paused, even the dust in the air seemed to freeze.
A figure appeared out of thin air in the void, without a sound.
It was as if he had always been there, only now willing to be seen.
He was also wearing a large cloak, numbered "27".
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's hearts sank to the bottom in that instant.
Cold sweat trickled silently down Lin Qi-ye's forehead.
Is it locked? When?
"They run pretty fast."
The voice of Number 27 came from above, calm and devoid of any emotional fluctuation, yet carrying a soul-piercing sense of oppression.
"Lin Qiye, the director of the Gods Mental Hospital."
"And... Wu Hen, a stranger from another world."
These two sentences were like two thunderclaps, exploding in the minds of Lin Qi-ye and Wu Hen!
Identity exposed!
Completely!
"take it easy."
Number 27 seemed to see through their wariness; he slowly extended his hand.
He held a silver coin in his palm, on which were clearly engraved two numbers – “33”.
"I am not your enemy, at least not now." His voice remained calm.
"I'm here for a deal."
Lin Qi-ye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance, both seeing a storm raging in each other's eyes.
What's the background of this number 27?
He not only knew their true identities, but he also knew the secret that Wu Hen was a time traveler!
What does the silver coin engraved with "33" represent?
Is it the code name of another organization?
Lin Qi-ye suppressed the shock in his heart and forced a roguish smile: "Hey buddy, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"
"What dean, what stranger? We're just itinerant performers,"
"I was just telling stories in the church to make a living, please don't take it seriously."
"Prophecy?"
There seemed to be a barely perceptible hint of sarcasm in Number 27's tone.
"Those things are nothing more than a few splashes in the long river of fate, not worth mentioning."
He paused, his gaze seemingly piercing through Lin Qi-ye's disguise, looking directly at his true nature.
"I'm not interested in your magic tricks."
“What interests me are your eyes… eyes that can see through the disguise of gods and look directly into the essence of divinity.”
Lin Qi-ye's smile froze on his face.
Wu Hen's pupils suddenly contracted.
It’s over.
The other party was not tricked by the so-called "prophecy" at all; from the very beginning, his target was Lin Qi-ye!
He knows Lin Qiye's biggest secret!
Now, they don't even know how to cover up their lies.
Fine beads of cold sweat seeped from Lin Qi-ye's temples.
In the face of absolute insight, any flowery words seem pale and laughable.
"What...what exactly do you want to do?" Lin Qiye gave up struggling and asked in a dry voice.
"I said it, it's a trade." Number 27's voice finally showed a hint of emotion.
"A deal that benefits both of us."
He put away the silver coins and said slowly, "I'll help you kill a god."
"Under the supreme God, no matter who he is, no matter where he hides."
Lin Qi-ye and Wu Hen gasped simultaneously, speechless with shock.
Kill a god?!
That's incredibly arrogant! Who on earth is this guy?
"What's the price?" Wu Hen forced himself to calm down and asked in a deep voice.
There's no such thing as a free lunch; such an amazing reward must come at an equally terrifying price.
Number 27 turned his gaze to Lin Qi-Ye: "The price is that you have to use your eyes to help me find someone."
"Who are you looking for?"
“Clay”.
The name was unfamiliar; Lin Qi-ye and Wu Hen had never heard of it before.
But the importance of someone who would make an existence of this caliber willing to "kill a god" to find them is self-evident.
Lin Qi's heart pounded like a drum at night.
Greed and fear, two diametrically opposed emotions, were locked in a fierce battle within him.
Kill a god!
The temptation was too great! Great enough to make him risk everything!
He took a deep breath and stared intently at the figure above him: "Who exactly are you? Why should we believe you?"
Number 27 remained silent for a moment, his face beneath the hood seemingly gazing into the endless void in the distance.
His voice carried an ancient, unyielding sense of desolation and loneliness.
"Who I am... doesn't matter anymore."
"You can think of me as the last echo of a long-forgotten, lost pantheon."
The last echo?
Lin Qi-ye's heart skipped a beat.
He heard in those words a tragedy buried in the dust of time.
This mysterious deity seems to bear the burden of the destruction of an entire pantheon.
This is no longer a simple matter of strength or weakness; this is a god with a story.
Gods with a story to tell are often more trustworthy, but also more dangerous, than those who are high and mighty.
Wu Hen shook his head almost imperceptibly at Lin Qi-ye.
The risk is too high. The other party's background is unknown. If you agree rashly, you may very well get yourself into trouble.
But Lin Qi-ye seemed not to see it. He licked his dry lips, his eyes flashing with a crazy light.
He thought of someone.
A figure he hated to the core, yet could never do anything about.
An enemy that is almost impossible to defeat.
If I could borrow this knife...
"Fine! I promise you!" Lin Qi-ye roared, his voice echoing through the empty ruins.
"I'm doing this deal!"
Wu Hen's face instantly turned ugly, but the words were already out, and he knew there was no going back.
Number 27 seemed to move slightly, as if nodding.
"Very good. Say his name."
Lin Qi-ye clenched his teeth so tightly they were grinding, and he squeezed out the name almost word by word from between his teeth:
"Loki, the god of mischief!"
The moment the words left his mouth, a slight smile seemed to appear on the corner of his mouth beneath Number 27's hood.
"Is it him...? Okay."
Without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest doubt,
It was as if Lin Qiye was not uttering the name of a notorious and powerful god, but rather the name of some random cat or dog on the street.
At that very moment, on the distant horizon, on the calm, waveless sea...
A very subtle aura of divine power fluctuated slightly.
Like a pebble thrown into a lake, it creates ripples imperceptible to ordinary people before quickly returning to silence.
It was as if some ancient pact that had been dormant for a long time had been reactivated.
The gears of fate have begun to turn in reverse in a direction no one could have predicted.
The figure of number 27 slowly faded, about to disappear into the air.
"The deal is established."
"After you find Clay, call me with this coin."
An identical silver coin, number "33," appeared out of thin air in front of Lin Qi-ye and slowly rotated.
With the complete disappearance of the 27th, the terrifying pressure that had enveloped the world also vanished.
Lin Qi-ye caught the silver coin, and felt his whole body go limp, almost kneeling on the ground, his back completely soaked with cold sweat.
Wu Hen supported him, his face extremely grave: "Are you crazy?"
"Making this kind of deal with a god of unknown origin? And even going after Loki?!"
"What's there to be afraid of!" Lin Qi-ye panted heavily, but his eyes shone with an alarming light.
"This is our only chance! A chance to take down Loki!"
He clutched the cold silver coin tightly, as if he were grasping at the hope for the future.
Unbeknownst to them, dozens of kilometers away, the church ruins shrouded in bloodshed and slaughter had fallen completely silent.
The screams had long since stopped.
The so-called "hunt" turned into a farcical and bloody one-sided massacre.
Under the cover of night, two figures shrouded in cloaks stood silently among the corpses, like death gods reaping lives.
And in the second-floor window of a collapsed clock tower not far away, a pair of eyes as cold as frost...
They were quietly watching numbers 03 and 04 below as they began to "clean up the battlefield."
After a long while, he let out a barely perceptible sigh.
It seems that tonight's "show" ended even faster than expected.