Wucheng.

The edge of the city-state.

In the pitch-black ancient well, the dark golden goblet exuded a dreamy light, and the blood-red wine swayed within the cup wall, stirring everyone's heart.

Claude and the others stared at the [Holy Grail] floating before them and swallowed.

"The Holy Grail... Is this the Holy Grail?"

An agent muttered.

"The supreme wish-granting machine that can fulfill all wishes." Claude's eyes showed joy, "We found it!"

He stretched out his hand and was about to touch the surface of the Holy Grail that was so close to him, but at this moment, a sharp cold light flashed from behind!

Claude felt a chill on the back of his neck and his hair stood up. Without thinking, he lunged forward.

The next moment, a dark-colored long knife silently slashed across his head, cutting off several strands of hair while also beheading the other two agents standing beside him.

The head filled with fear and confusion was thrown high into the air, blood spurting out, but it was pulled by the dark golden cup floating in the center and swept into it like a stream.

The scarlet wine rose slightly, rippling on the smooth walls of the glass.

Claude came to his senses and turned around suddenly, only to see two agents standing together and starting to attack all the agents under the ancient well.

The attack that almost took Claude's life was delivered by one of the agents. When he saw that this attack failed to kill Claude, he frowned, and then a faint light flashed around him, sweeping towards Claude like a tsunami.

"Are you crazy?!" Claude roared.

"Crazy? I think you are the ones who are crazy." The agent sneered, "You actually want to rely on a few artifacts to kill the gods? Do you really think that the gods are vegetarians?

Now the [Holy Grail] that can satisfy all wishes is right in front of us. As long as we kill you all, we can make a wish to directly erase the mark of God in our bodies... Who wants to take the risk of going against God if they can survive?"

Puff, puff——!

Two streaks of blood appeared, and two more agents were pierced through the chest in an instant due to the sudden attack.

They covered their chests in pain and looked back at the two traitors behind them, their eyes filled with anger, but as their vitality rapidly faded, this anger eventually turned into pain.

"Claude..." A dying agent stretched out his hand, as if asking Claude to save him, but the latter just gave him a complicated look and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I can't save you."

Hearing these words, the hope in the agent's eyes was completely shattered, leaving only endless despair.

He grabbed the corner of Claude's clothes and completely lost his breath.

In the narrow ancient well, there are only three left of the seven people who originally searched for the [Holy Grail] together.

Although four agents died tragically one after another, there was no smell of blood in the well. Every bit of flesh and blood was swallowed by the "Holy Grail" in the center, turning into scarlet wine that swayed inside the cup wall.

Claude looked at the dreamy [Holy Grail], his eyes flickered for a moment, then he narrowed his eyes and looked at the two attackers in front of him.

"Your plan was perfect, but unfortunately, you failed to kill me the first time." Claude said coldly, and wisps of leaping lightning flashed under the ancient well.

"Since the original plan has failed... then you, come and be my sacrifice."

The two agents' faces suddenly turned ugly.

Although they are all at the "Klein" realm, the Claude in front of them is ranked sixth among the "Ten Gods", and he possesses the ruins of the extremely destructive god of thunder, Thor!

"Grab the Holy Grail first! Use the Holy Grail to deal with him!" one of the agents yelled.

The two agents attacked at the same time, grabbing the dark golden goblet floating in the center. Claude snorted coldly, and thunder burst out around his body, and he rushed out at an astonishing speed!

boom--!!!

A blinding flash of lightning mixed with a loud roar erupted at the edge of the city-state. Countless thunders tore the ancient well into pieces, and two charred figures rose from the ground.

Then, Claude, like the god of thunder, floated up from the dust with the Holy Grail emitting a dreamy light in his left hand.

Claude stared at the swaying scarlet wine in the dark golden goblet in his palm, his eyes a little blurry.

He looked away, looked at the two embarrassed agents in front of him, and sneered:

"You two alone want to snatch the Holy Grail?"

"You're crazy!" one of the agents shouted, "If you make such a big noise, that old man will come with the [Scepter] again, and then we will all die!"

Claude's eyes fixed, and he turned to look not far away.

The sudden thunderstorm awakened the sleeping city-state. Countless residents walked out of their houses in fear and looked in their direction. At the same time, a black spot was approaching rapidly from the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

Claude glanced at the [Holy Grail] in his hand, and for some reason, he felt an unprecedented confidence in his heart.

"This time, I won't give him the chance to use the [Scepter]."

He said lightly.

far away.

The old city lord was in pajamas, rushing over with the king's [scepter] in hand.

His eyes fell on the figure that was emitting terrifying thunder. The moment he saw what was in his palm, his face changed.

"Oh no! It's the Holy Grail!"

The old city lord's heart skipped a beat.

[Scepter] can forcibly requisition the power of others, but its range is not wide. If you want to extract the mental power of Claude and others from a distance, you must be within a range of at least one kilometer.

Normally, this one-kilometer distance is nothing to the old city lord. After all, most battles take place at close range. Even if someone attacks from a distance with mental or divine power, as long as the attack is within one kilometer, the [Scepter] can be used to forcibly requisition it.

But he never expected that Claude actually got the [Holy Grail]!

[Holy Grail] is the supreme wish-granting machine and has no distance limit.

The desires aroused by the [Holy Grail] do not belong to any form of energy, and even the [Scepter] cannot forcibly requisition them.

The old city lord gritted his teeth and was about to speed up and rush into the one-kilometer range. In the distant night sky, the figure surrounded by thunder had slowly raised the [Holy Grail] in his hand.

"Make a wish and turn the human body into petrification." Claude said lightly.

As he finished speaking, the amount of scarlet wine shaking in the dark gold goblet decreased a little.

At the same time, a faint light flashed from the surface of the Holy Grail, and some kind of mysterious power burst out. The old city lord, who was several kilometers away, felt his body stiffen and he froze in place.

Gray-white stones quickly filled his body. He looked at his rapidly petrified body in astonishment, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

Three seconds later, a stone statue of an old man holding a [scepter] appeared on the cobblestone street of the city-state.