PNB Chapter 1102 Undercurrents Under the Prophecy
Chapter 1102 Undercurrents Under the Prophecy
Those strange flying boots spun sharply in the air, their toes pointing straight at Lin Qiye's back!
Like a hunting dog that has spotted its prey, it bursts forth with a sharp whooshing sound!
"Holy crap! It's coming at us!"
"They're after him! That Miles!"
The agents behind him instantly panicked. Fear made them instinctively want to scatter and flee, to get as far away from Lin Qiye, their "target," as possible.
Wu Hen's face darkened, and he was about to draw his sword when Lin Qiye suddenly raised his hand and pressed down on his shoulder.
"Don't move." Lin Qiye's voice was frighteningly calm. Instead of running away, he stopped.
He slowly turned around to face the pair of winged boots rushing towards him, his face completely expressionless.
"Is he crazy? Why isn't he running away?!"
"If he wants to die, he shouldn't drag us down with him!"
The agents screamed in terror, but their feet seemed rooted to the spot.
They wanted to run, but dared not, and could only watch helplessly as the boots of death approached.
Just as the flying boots were less than ten meters away from Lin Qiye, and the sharp tips were about to pierce the air, Lin Qiye moved.
He didn't draw his weapon or unleash his divine power; he simply extended two fingers and gently touched his brow.
"In the name of prophecy..." he chanted softly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.
"……stray."
Om-!
An invisible wave spread out with him as the center.
Those menacing winged boots came to an abrupt stop just one meter from his face!
It was like a machine that suddenly lost power, shaking violently in the air a few times.
The little wings on the boots fluttered wildly, like headless flies that had lost their way.
A few seconds later, it seemed to give up struggling, turned around, transformed into a streak of light, and flew back to the direction of Wucheng without looking back.
Crisis, resolved.
The entire desert was deathly silent.
All the agents stared at Lin Qiye as if he were a monster, their mouths agape enough to fit an egg.
What just happened?
He only said two words, "that terrifying artifact..." and then it flew away on its own?
What kind of divine power is this?!
“Mr… Mr. Miles… you…” Claude stammered, his eyes filled with awe and fervor.
"Just a simple directional fog."
Lin Qiye casually withdrew his finger and adjusted the glasses on his nose.
"A petty trick, not worth mentioning. Let's keep going."
A little trick?
This is what you call a petty trick?!
The agents were internally ranting, but their gazes toward Lin Qiye had completely changed.
If before it was out of necessity to follow, now it is out of heartfelt faith and admiration.
Following Mr. Miles, you really can survive!
The team resumed their journey, but the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before, and some people even started talking quietly.
"Mr. Miles is amazing! That's a divine artifact, and he just returned it like that!"
"Nonsense, he's a prophet, he can see the future, he must have known how to deal with it long ago."
"If we follow him, we might actually have a chance this time for the Holy Grail!"
Wu Hen walked beside Lin Qiye and asked in a voice only the two of them could hear, "What did you do?"
"It's nothing, just a small application of mental power that interfered with its owner's lock."
Lin Qiye casually replied, "That thing itself has no brain; it relies entirely on remote control."
Wu Hen nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
He knew that Lin Qiye's methods were far more complex than that.
Just when everyone thought they could breathe a sigh of relief, Lin Qiye, who was walking at the front, stopped again without warning.
The group's laughter and chatter abruptly stopped, and everyone looked at him nervously.
“Mr. Miles, is there... is there danger again?” an agent asked in a trembling voice.
Lin Qiye did not answer; he simply stood there, his eyes peering through his glasses.
He stared blankly at the night sky ahead, his expression somewhat dazed, as if he were listening to something.
Upon seeing this, the surrounding agents immediately held their breath, their nerves, which had just relaxed, instantly tensed up.
The oppressive tension was even stronger than when facing the flying boots earlier.
“I… I saw…”
Lin Qiye suddenly muttered to himself, his face turning pale, "I saw... an oasis..."
oasis?
Everyone was taken aback. An oasis in the desert? Isn't that a good thing?
"The Holy Grail...is in the oasis," Lin Qiye continued, his voice wavering.
"I also saw...blood."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's heart jumped into their throat.
Lin Qiye slowly took out a crystal ball from his pocket, and the crystal ball emitted a faint light in his hand.
He covered it with his palm and closed his eyes.
"For the Holy Grail... you... you will kill each other."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of every agent!
"Blood will stain the springs red, and corpses will carpet the sand... You will use the lives of your companions to gain the right to make a wish upon the Holy Grail."
Lin Qiye opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.
That gaze was calm, yet it seemed to pierce through the deepest greed and desire in everyone's heart.
"Nonsense! We are comrades, how could we kill each other!"
Kyle, the agent of Persian mythology, immediately retorted, but his eyes darted away.
"That's right!"
"Our only enemy now is those things in Wucheng! We must unite!"
Pakash echoed this sentiment righteously.
Lin Qiye put away the crystal ball, a faint smile curving his lips: "I hope so."
After he finished speaking, he ignored everyone and turned to continue walking forward.
The crowd was completely silent.
Unity? Companions?
Faced with the ultimate temptation of the "Holy Grail," these words seem so pale and powerless.
Just moments ago, Pakash was making solemn vows, talking about unity, but his right hand had already unconsciously tightened its grip on the scimitar at his waist.
His gaze swept darkly over Kyle beside him, then over the others.
It was as if they were assessing everyone's strength and figuring out who to target first if things really came to that.
Not just him.
Almost every agent, after a brief period of shock and denial,
They all began to scrutinize their "companions" with wary and critical eyes.
The dam of trust has collapsed.
In the dark desert, a dozen figures moved silently forward, their killing intent spreading quietly in the silence.
at the same time.
Wucheng, which had just undergone a major purge, did not fall into a state of utter desolation; instead, it returned to "normal" at an eerie speed.
The bloodstains on the streets were covered by yellow sand, and the guards of the city lord's mansion resumed their patrols.
In a small tavern in the south of the city, under the dim light,
Small groups of local residents and mercenaries were exchanging the latest intelligence and rumors in hushed tones.
In this land ruled by gods, gossip is more intoxicating than strong liquor.