Listening to Lin Qiye's "speech", the eyes of the agents became brighter and brighter.
They were moved.
"Everyone, I know that we may have been unhappy before, and everyone also misunderstood me, but in the final analysis, we are not enemies... We can even be allies fighting side by side." Lin Qiye said solemnly,
"To express my sincerity, I will help you unlock the silver lock now, but we are still in the dungeon in the city. If you don't want to be arrested again, don't act rashly."
All the agents nodded.
Lin Qiye touched the fainted attendant, took out a key, and unlocked the silver lock.
Without the suppression of Silver Lock, the agents of Shenxu returned one after another. Their faces showed joy and they straightened their backs again.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Miles." Claude looked at Lin Qiye with grateful eyes, "Without you, we might not be able to get out."
The hostility in the eyes of other agents had basically dissipated. Lin Qiye took the initiative to rescue them and leave, which was able to equalize the previous use and temporarily gain their trust.
"This is not the place to talk. Let's leave first." Lin Qiye looked around and pondered, "But with so many of us... how should we leave here quietly?"
"give it to me."
Among the crowd, an agent walked out.
He waved his hand, and a gray ripple spread out, covering everyone in it. Their figures gradually faded in the air, as if they had disappeared.
Group invisibility?
Lin Qiye glanced at the agent in surprise.
It seems that there are some benefits to bringing so many agents together... At least the more than 20 agents here represent more than 20 different kinds of gods.
"Follow me, I know a safe place." Lin Qiye lowered his voice and said.
"Wait a moment!"
In the crowd, No. 22 suddenly spoke:
"If we leave like this, I'm afraid it won't be long before we are discovered.
There are a lot of artifacts in this city, and maybe someone will be able to track our whereabouts. When the old man holding the King's [Scepter] catches up, we will still be dead."
Hearing this sentence, the agents frowned slightly.
"What do you mean? You want us to stay here?"
"No, I have other ways."
No. 22 narrowed his eyes slightly, grabbed the index finger and middle finger of the other hand with one hand, and suddenly pulled out the two fingers with force!
Blood splattered on the masonry of the dungeon. Everyone present frowned at the same time. Even Lin Qiye looked at No. 22 in confusion.
No. 22 was seen expressionless as he dropped the severed fingers in his hand on the ground. The next moment, the two severed fingers began to twist strangely.
In the pool of blood, the two fingers were like a man and woman in love, sticking together tightly. The fingertips squirmed and expanded, turning into two balls of flesh, and then quickly split.
Two balls, four balls, eight balls, sixteen balls... In just three minutes, more than twenty balls of flesh appeared in the pool of blood.
Under the control of No. 22, these meat balls gradually shape into human shapes, and their facial features change, perfectly corresponding to every agent who has been bound here.
They sat naked on the ground, their eyes dull, like a group of soulless flesh dolls, motionless.
Create a human body out of thin air?!
What ability is this?
When Lin Qiye saw this scene, he was extremely shocked.
Seeing this, the other agents seemed to have thought of something. They turned to look at No. 22 and chuckled:
"Desire for the flesh? Who did I think...it turns out that you are the agent of the famous obscene god Philotes?"
Hearing the words "Agent of the Obscene God", No. 22's eyes froze!
He stretched out his hand like lightning and grabbed the agent's throat, his eyes bursting with murderous intent:
"Can you say that again?!"
Disdain appeared in the agent's eyes, and he was about to speak. Lin Qiye, who was standing beside him, took the initiative to grab No. 22's wrist and spoke calmly:
"Now is not the time for internal strife. Just say a few words. Let him go on the 22nd."
No. 22 stared into the agent's eyes, like a hungry wolf wanting to tear its prey into pieces.
"I warn you, don't mention that woman's name in front of me... unless you want to die!"
He snorted coldly and released the agent's throat.
The agent took two steps back and looked at No. 22 with an extremely cold expression.
"With these bodies, we can indeed confuse the ears and eyes of these ordinary people. You can leave by leaving your cloaks." Lin Qiye stood between the two of them and said.
Everyone quickly took off their cloaks, covered their corresponding bodies, and then quietly left the dungeon under the protection of the gray ripples.
…
After everyone left, the twenty or so sluggish bodies of desire in the dungeon slowly got up from the ground as if they had received some kind of signal.
Like zombies, they pushed open the dungeon door and walked to an attendant who fell unconscious on the ground.
That's the squire who played No. 22 before.
Their empty eyes stared directly at the attendants, which was strange and strange.
Dim candlelight danced in the dungeon, and on the ancient stone brick walls, more than twenty shadows of desire flesh slowly raised the corner of the chain in their hands.
Smash it down hard!
Bang-bang-bang!
They were like a group of soulless sadistic machines, smashing the waiter's head crazily, and the warm brains mixed with blood soon spattered all over the dungeon.
…
late at night.
There were almost no residents walking around in Wucheng. Lin Qiye led the agents through several stone brick streets and finally walked into a small stone house.
This stone house is the home of "Lao Liu" who was transformed into Lin Qiye when he sneaked into the city. Since both his parents died and there was no one at home, it is now the best hiding place for everyone.
More than twenty people poured into the narrow room at once, making it suddenly crowded.
Lin Qiye scanned the surroundings with his mental power to make sure no one was around, then he closed the curtains and lit a candle in the corner.
The weak firelight danced on the khaki stone table, vaguely illuminating everyone's faces. Except for Lin Qiye, everyone else's expressions were solemn.
"There are less than two days left before the deadline given by the two gods." An agent said in a deep voice, "Until now, we still don't know how to conquer this treasure house... What should we do next?"
"Don't you have to ask No. 22? He sold the secret of [King's Treasure House]. He should know more about this place than we do."
Everyone's eyes fell on No. 22 in the corner.
At this moment, No. 22 is sitting in the corner of the room, his eyes are in a trance, his face is slightly distorted, and his expression is ferocious.
"No. 22?" Lin Qiye frowned and asked.
No. 22 returned to God, his distorted expression gradually returned to calm, and after pondering for a moment, he said:
"I have indeed researched information about the King of Heroes, but I have no idea how to conquer the [King's Treasure House].
If the stories recorded in historical materials are true, then only Gilgamesh himself, who possesses the Law of the King, can activate this treasure house, and no one else can conquer it."
He also knows the [King] Law?
Lin Qiye thought of the reaction of No. 22 when he saw the city lord taking out the golden scepter in the square today, and his heart moved slightly.
This No. 22 definitely has a lot of information related to this treasure house... Who is he?
"You can first tell me the information you know." Lin Qiye took the initiative and said, "This way, I can be more accurate when I make predictions later."
Upon hearing the word "prophecy", the eyes of the agents present lit up.