Sun Wukong said in a deep voice, clenching his fist with his right hand, and with terrifying power, he slammed it into Gilgamesh's abdomen!
Boom——!!
Invisible air waves erupted with the Black Throne as the center, sweeping every corner of the courtyard in an instant.
Gilgamesh groaned and hung down in pain. The heavy chains bound his body, making a clanging sound.
"I will kill you!! I will definitely kill you!!" Gilgamesh roared again.
Boom——!
Sun Wukong frowned and punched out again, trying to bring Gilgamesh back to reality from the chaos.
This time, there was still no clarity in his eyes.
He raised his head with difficulty, and stared at Sun Wukong in front of him with his cloudy and painful eyes:
"This king...will...kill you..."
"I... am the king of Uruk..."
"Whoever hurts my Uruk...people...die!!"
Sun Wukong looked at Gilgamesh's almost distorted face and was stunned.
…
"Gilgamesh……"
In the vast desert, Lin Qiye felt the situation in the hospital and frowned tightly.
The symptoms of Gilgamesh's illness this time were even more severe than before... Damn it, what happened?!
At this moment, he seemed to see something, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked towards the end of his field of vision.
The raging fire ignited from behind the dark city wall in the distance, turning half of the sky red. The sounds of countless human beings wailing and the collapse of buildings could be heard faintly.
"Something happened in Wucheng?!"
Lin Qiye's heart sank.
In his mind, he thought of Gilgamesh's symptoms just now, and an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.
You must know that the people living in Wucheng are all the descendants of the Uruk Kingdom, and the blood flowing in their bodies is also the blood of Uruk... In a sense, Wucheng is what was left over from countless years ago.
Part of the Kingdom of Uruk.
Could it be that...the reason why Gilgamesh became ill was related to Wucheng?
Lin Qiye gritted his teeth, pushed his speed to the extreme, and rushed towards the wall of Wucheng!
After a moment, he landed on the city wall, looking down at the scene inside the city, his pupils slightly contracted.
I saw that Wucheng, which was originally peaceful and harmonious, was now covered in fire. Corpses with tragic death conditions and tarnished artifacts were lying staggering all over the streets. The ancient stone bricks were dyed red with blood, which was shocking.
"This is……"
Lin Qiye murmured to himself.
Wails and cries came from the other side of the city. Lin Qiye turned around and saw that a large number of residents of Wucheng fled outside the city in panic, glancing back from time to time, as if they were being chased by the god of death.
On top of the ruins of the collapsed building, a figure held the [Scepter] in his left hand and the [Holy Grail] in his right hand, slowly walking out of the fire.
Countless blood threads floated in the air, fell into the [Holy Grail], turned into scarlet wine, and swayed slightly along the wall of the cup.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"Almost..." He raised the [Holy Grail] in his right hand and said leisurely:
"Make a wish and the mark will be erased."
Dreamlike light flashed from the dark golden cup wall, and the scarlet wine liquid rippling in the cup suddenly dropped a bit.
At the same time, a dull cracking sound came from his body, and a mark turned into little bits of light and dissipated in the air.
He breathed a long sigh of relief and relaxed a little.
"No. 22?" Lin Qiye frowned tightly when he saw that face.
Did he really get the [Scepter]?
Then where did the [Holy Grail] come from?
Countless thoughts flashed through Lin Qiye's mind. He hesitated for a moment, then a brilliant magical light flashed through, and he transformed into Miles again and flew straight towards No. 22.
In any case, let him stop massacring the residents of Wucheng first.
No. 22 was chasing the residents who were fleeing outside the city when suddenly his eyes froze and he turned to look behind him.
"Miles?" he asked in surprise.
"No. 22, what is going on here?" Lin Qiye walked up to him and asked in a deep voice.
No. 22 did not answer Lin Qiye’s question, but looked behind him and asked:
"Where are the other agents? Have you found the [Holy Grail]?"
"Not found. There is something wrong with my prediction."
"Oh..." No. 22's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Why did you kill these natives?"
"As you can see, I am accumulating sacrifices for the [Holy Grail]." No. 22 shrugged and said, "I have made a wish and contacted the mark of the gods in my body. Next... I want to make another wish."
"What wish?"
No. 22 looked at Lin Qiye with a smile on his lips.
"Make a wish...reveal your true identity!"
The moment No. 22 finished speaking, a glimmer of light flashed on the surface of [Holy Grail], and the next moment, Lin Qiye's body suddenly twisted!
The magical radiance shattered from the surface of Lin Qiye's body. As the little bits of light were dispersed, his true appearance was exposed in the air.
Lin Qiye's face suddenly turned gloomy.
"Sure enough, you are not some prophet Miles." No. 22 seemed to have guessed this scene a long time ago and sneered,
"If I hadn't sensed the [Holy Grail] in advance, I would have been deceived by your lies... I will tell you why you went to such trouble to rescue you from the dungeon. Now it seems that your targets are those who are with you.
Agent who left together?
They are probably all dead now, right?"
No. 22 stared at Lin Qiye's face, paused for a moment, "Who...are you?"
Lin Qiye looked at him quietly, and after a moment of silence, he said:
"I am……"
Swish——!
Lin Qiye was just halfway through his words when No. 22 and him struck at each other at the same time like lightning!
No. 22 actually doesn't care who Lin Qiye is. He just wants to catch Lin Qiye when he is most relaxed, directly understand his life, and turn him into a sacrifice.
Lin Qiye, on the other hand, also wanted to seize the opportunity and kill the opponent before No. 22 used the two "supreme" artifacts, [Holy Grail] and [Scepter].
The two palms collided in mid-air, and two divine ruins, one black and one pink, spread rapidly around!
The invisible wind roared, and both of them were shocked by each other's mental power and took a few steps back. No. 22 looked at his palms blankly, as if thinking:
"The ruins of the goddess of the night...are you? Are you Lin Qiye, the agent of the two gods?"
No. 22 said in surprise, "The information you told us is actually true?!"
Seeing that his identity was revealed, Lin Qiye simply stopped pretending and spoke calmly:
"True lies are more trustworthy... aren't they?"
No. 22 looked Lin Qiye up and down, his eyes flashing with light. He licked his chapped lips and sneered:
"Interesting... I just got two 'supreme' artifacts, and the agents of the two gods delivered them to my door. My luck today is really good."