On the devastated land, hazy mist soaked in the blood pool, and a strong fishy smell flowed in the air.
One body after another fell in the dilapidated ruins, motionless, the body was weirdly twisted, no one knew how many bones had been broken, and only half of the breath remained.
In the center of the battlefield that looked like a crater, a figure in a black cloak stood quietly. The breeze blew through the wide hood. On the brim of the hat, the word "04" swayed in the wind.
In front of him, there were still three agents, who barely managed to stabilize their bodies, looking at No. 04 in front of him with horror in their eyes.
Squeak——!
The ancient door made a muffled sound, five minutes had passed, and No. 03 pushed out the door of Notre Dame de Paris.
His eyes swept across the messy battlefield, sarcasm appeared in his eyes, he calmly walked to No. 04 and spoke slowly:
"There are actually three left...your strength has declined, Hephaestus."
"I'll keep it." No. 04 said calmly, "These guys are very capable. If they are injured too badly now... they won't be able to help us."
"That's true." No. 03 glanced around, "Where are the other agents? You didn't kill them, did you?"
"No."
"That's good. There are also many good seedlings here. Although they are not strong in combat effectiveness, they can come in handy at critical moments."
No. 03 stepped forward and dragged out more than ten agents among the half-dead agents and threw them on the ground like corpses.
No. 03 picked up the head of one of the agents. The number "22" was clearly engraved on the blood-stained brim.
"And this guy, he has been to the King's Treasure House, and he should know that some key clues have not been revealed."
No. 03 raised his hand and patted his forehead. A ray of light poured into his body. The semi-conscious No. 22 whimpered twice and was thrown to the ground.
No. 03 followed the same pattern, patting the unconscious agents on the head one after another, and finally walked up to the three agents who were still barely standing.
"No. 09, No. 17, No. 38... Thor, Vishnu... La? The Egyptian Sun City was destroyed, but there are still agents who escaped?" No. 03 stared at No. 38 in surprise. After a moment,
, sneered, "An agent of the Supreme God with no background is really a perfect candidate."
The three agents stared at No. 03 and No. 04 in front of them. No. 09's eyes were full of confusion:
"Why... why did two gods sneak into the agent party? How is this possible..."
No. 03 walked up to him and said with interest:
"I'm very curious, what did the prophet No. 33 say to you that made you so unified to deal with the two of us?"
Under the pressure of No. 03's divine power, No. 17 remained silent for a moment and told what happened.
"As expected, he predicted our identity... and used the information from the agents of the two gods to trick these agents into dealing with us, and he escaped from the golden cicada's shell one step ahead of time.
This prophet is indeed not simple."
No. 04 said in a deep voice.
"His target should also be the King's Treasure House. Maybe he is already on his way to the location..." No. 03 narrowed his eyes slightly. From this mysterious agent of the God of Prophecy and Magic, he actually felt a sense of urgency.
feel.
He glanced at the three agents in front of him and spoke calmly,
"Now, you have two choices, either die, or... do something for us."
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As No. 03 and No. 04 disappeared into the mist with more than a dozen agents, the city in ruins once again fell into deathly silence.
Inside Notre Dame Cathedral.
No. 01, who witnessed the entire process on the second floor, frowned slightly.
"The two gods of Olympus..."
He stood there for a long time like a sculpture, walked down the stairs, and snorted coldly when he saw No. 02 sitting slumped in the middle of the hall.
A cold, machine-like voice came from under the hood: "No. 02, it's time for you to leave."
"But, but..."
No. 02 stretched out his hand and pointed at the messy ruins outside Notre Dame, his eyes full of horror and fear.
He also exchanged information about the agents of the two gods from Lin Qiye. If No. 01 had not suddenly changed to leave in reverse order, I am afraid that he would be one of the people lying outside now.
"They have left, you can leave." No. 01's voice showed no emotion at all.
No. 02 glanced at the dead fog outside the door, stood up staggeringly from the ground, gritted his teeth for a moment, tightened his hood, rushed straight into the fog, and left here.
In the empty Notre Dame de Paris, only No. 01 was left, wandering in the ancient hall.
He slowly walked to a remote room, took out a list from the compartment, and read through it carefully.
"No. 09, Jack Cloud, agent of Thor, the Nordic Asgardian God of Thunder, [Ten Gozen] ranked sixth."
"No. 17, Parkash, one of the three supreme gods of the Indian Temple of Heaven, agent of Vishnu, ranked fourth in the [Ten Imperial Front]."
"No. 38, Bifeitu, the agent of the supreme god 'Ra' in the Egyptian Sun City, ranked second in [Ten Royal Front]..."
"These guys from Olympus are really generous in order to get the king's treasure house."
No. 01 snorted coldly.
He took the list, walked to a wall covered with straight brass pipes, and raised his hand to lift the screw cap of the brass pipe.
The moment the screw cap is opened, a subtle buzzing sound comes from the tube and echoes in the room. If you listen carefully, you can hear the conversation between the two people.
This is not an artifact that contains divine power. These copper tubes are just modified simple metal phonographs. Each brass tube is connected to a trading room on the second floor.
Since there are no fluctuations in mental power or divine power, it is just a product of pure physics. Even the gods did not notice its existence. Everyone thought that this was a special channel that originally existed in this ancient building.
No. 01 sat quietly by the tube, one after another, carefully listening to the transaction recordings in each room.
After listening to all the transaction information, he took a deep breath and stood up from his seat.
"Brown Miles...the King's Treasure House...Gilgamesh..." He wandered alone in the small room, lowering his head and thinking about something, "Perhaps, we can use this opportunity to bring Asgard's water
Also take advantage of the situation to stir things up..."
He stopped in front of the narrow glass window and glanced at the corner of the room, where there were three corpses that had been there for an unknown period of time.
These three corpses are exactly the same in shape and appearance, except that the one in the center is the main body, and the two are both shriveled clones.
"No. 01, Ram Bader, the agent of Maharaja of the Indian Sky Temple, ranked seventh in the [Ten Royal Front]." No. 01 lowered his head and looked at the list in his hand, facing the three identical corpses in the corner.
, spoke softly,
"Thanks to you, I was able to collect so much information at once... and the plan was able to be improved."
He held the brim of his hat with "01" written on it with both hands and slowly took it off. The hazy light filtered through the glass-like window and reflected on the ordinary girl's face under the hat brim.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.