Chapter 1200 Death of 01
Notre Dame de Paris.
On top of the devastated earth, hazy mists dipped through pools of blood, and a thick fishy odor flowed through the air.
A body collapsed in the crumbling ruins, motionless, the body bizarrely twisted, I do not know how many bones were wrung out, only half a trace of breath remained.
Like a crater in the center of the battlefield, a figure wearing a black cloak quietly stood, the breeze whipped through the wide hood, above the brim, the word “04” swinging in the wind.
In front of him, there were still three agent figures left, shaking and barely stabilizing their forms, looking at the eyes of the 04 in front of them were full of panic.
Creak-!
The ancient portal emitted a muffled sound, five minutes had come and gone, and No. 03 pushed his way out from Notre Dame de Paris.
His gaze swept over the messy battlefield, sarcasm surfaced in his eyes as he calmly walked over to No. 04 and slowly spoke:
”There are actually three …… of you left to regress, Hephaestus.”
”I stayed my hand.” 04 faintly opened his mouth, “The strength of these few are all very good, if they are injured too much now …… it is not good to help us do our work.”
”That’s true.” 03’s gaze swept around, “Where are the other agents? You didn’t kill them, did you?”
”No.”
”That’s good, there are quite a few good ones here, not strong in combat, but they can come in handy in a pinch.”
03 stepped away from the half-dead agents and dragged more than ten more out, dropping them on the ground like corpses.
03 picked up the head of one of the agents, and the number “22” was clearly engraved on the brim of his bloodstained hat.
”And this guy, he’s been to the King’s Treasure Trove, he should know some key clues that aren’t being told.”
No. 03 raised his hand and tapped on his forehead, a ray of light surged into his body, the semi-conscious No. 22 whimpered twice and was casually thrown to the ground.
03 did as he had done, tapping these unconscious agents on the head in turn, eventually walking over to the three agents who were still barely standing.
”09, 17, 38 …… Sol, Vishnu …… Ra? The Egyptian Sun City is all but destroyed, and there are still agents who escaped?” No. 03 stared at No. 38 in amazement, and after a moment, sneered, “A Supreme God agent with no background, what a perfect candidate.”
The three agents stared dead at No. 03 and No. 04 in front of them, and No. 09’s eyes were filled with incomprehension:
”Why …… why would two gods be mixed in the agent gathering? How is this possible ……”
03 walked up to him and spoke with interest:
”I’m curious, what exactly did that prophet, No. 33, say to you guys that could make you come against the two of us in such a unified manner?”
Under the pressure of No. 03’s divine might, No. 17 was silent for a moment and told the story.
”He really predicted our identities …… and utilized the information of the Dual God agents to entice these agents to deal with us, and took a golden step ahead himself.
This prophet, indeed, is not simple.”
No. 04 said in a deep voice.
”His goal, should also be the King’s Treasure Trove, maybe he’s already on his way to the location right now ……” 03’s eyes narrowed slightly, from this mysterious agent of the God of Prophecy and Magic, surprisingly, it gave him a sense of urgency.
He swept his gaze over the three agents in front of him, and spoke faintly.
”Now, you have two choices, either die or …… do something for us.”
As No. 03 and No. 04 brought more than a dozen agents and disappeared into the mist, the ruined city once again fell into a dead silence.
Inside the Notre Dame de Paris.
No. 01, who had witnessed the entire process on the second floor, frowned slightly.
”Two gods of Olympus …….”
He stood in place like a statue for a long time, took a step down the stairs, saw No. 02 sitting paralyzed in the center of the hall, and let out a cold snort.
A voice as cold as a machine came out 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 wretched ruins outside Notre Dame, his eyes filled with panic and fear.
He had also exchanged the information of the Dual God Agents from Lin Qiye’s hands, and if it wasn’t for No. 01’s sudden change to leaving in reverse order, I’m afraid that he’d be one of the people lying outside right now.
”They’re gone, you can leave now.” No. 01’s voice didn’t have the slightest fluctuation of emotions.
Number 02 glanced at the dead mists outside the door, staggered up from the floor, gritted his teeth and tangled them for a moment, tightened his hood, and rushed straight into the mists and out of the place.
Inside the empty Notre Dame de Paris, 01 was left alone, wandering the ancient halls.
He walked slowly to a remote room, and from a compartment, extracted a list of names and flipped through it.
”No. 09, Jack Claude, agent of the Norse Asgardian God of Thunder Thor, ranked sixth in the [Ten Imperial Former].”
”No. 17, Pakash, agent of Vishnu, one of the three supreme gods of the Indian Celestial Temple, ranked fourth in the [Ten Imperial Former].”
”No. 38, Bifetu, agent of the supreme god ‘Ra’ of the Egyptian City of the Sun, ranked second in the [ten imperial predecessors] ……”
”This group of guys from Olympus, in order to get the King’s Treasure Trove, what a great deal.”
No. 01 snorted coldly.
With the list in hand, he walked to a wall erected with straight brass tubes and raised his hand to lift the screw-on lid of the brass tubes.
The moment the screw-on cap was opened, a subtle buzzing sound, emanated from the tube and echoed around the room, and listening closely, the voices of two people conversing could be heard.
This was not an artifact that contained divine power, these brass tubes were just modified simple metal phonographs, and each brass tube corresponded to connecting to a room on the second floor that was used for trading.
Due to the lack of spiritual power and divine power fluctuations, it was just a pure product of physics, even the gods, did not notice its existence, everyone thought that it was a special pipe that originally existed within this ancient building.
No. 01 sat quietly by the pipe, one after another, listening carefully to the recordings of the transactions in each room.
After he had listened to all the transaction information, he took a deep breath and rose from his seat.
”Brown Miles …… King’s Treasure …… Gilgamesh ……” He wandered alone in the small room , looking down and pondering something, “Perhaps, one could use this opportunity to muddy the waters of Asgard along the way ……”
He stopped in front of the proffered glazed window, and his afterglow caught the corner of the room, where, there were three corpses that had been sitting there for an unknown period of time.
These three corpses, their size, and appearance were exactly the same, except for the one in the center, which was the main body, and the two were both dried up doppelgangers.
”No. 01, Ram Bard, Agent of the Indian Heavenly Temple of Mahoraga, ranked seventh in the [Ten Imperial Former].” No. 01 looked down at the list in his hand, and spoke softly to the three identical corpses in the corner, saying.
”Thanks to you, I was able to collect so much information at once …… plan, and was able to perfect it some more.”
He pulled his hands on the brim of his hat with “01” written on it, and slowly removed it, and the hazy shimmering light through the glazed window reflected on the ordinary young girl’s face under the brim.
The corner of her mouth, hooked up a faint smile.
Agent of the God of Trickery.
Si Xiaonan.