When Parkash saw Lin Qiye disappear, he immediately looked up.

Parkash was stunned when he saw the light blue light spinning in Lin Qiye's palm.

"...King's [Star Coin]?"

Then, he seemed to have figured something out, and his expression became even more ferocious, "You set up this trap to get the King's [Star Coin]?!!"

"That's right." Lin Qiye smiled and said, "Unfortunately, you realized it too late."

A brilliant magical light flashed across Lin Qiye's palm, and the next moment a snow-white long sword appeared.

With a slight hum, the sword was unsheathed!

Lin Qiye held the [Star Coin] in one hand and the [Zhan Bai] in the other, and his figure instantly disappeared into nothingness.

Parkash's pupils shrank slightly, and he stepped back subconsciously. A flash of blade light came out from the void, almost brushing his neck and cutting one of his arms.

The sharp blade sank deep into the dark yellow Buddhist robe, but did not cut off the arm. Instead, it was embedded in it as if it had cut into steel, and did not move at all!

A hint of surprise flashed across Lin Qiye's eyes.

Even [Zhanbai] couldn't cut it, which was enough to show how hard the Buddhist robe on the surface of Parkash's skin was. No wonder Parkash was able to escape unscathed after fighting against so many enemies alone.

Parkash snorted coldly, and instead of retreating, he advanced and blocked Lin Qiye's knife with his arm. A surging supreme power burst out of his eyes, and he rushed directly towards Lin Qiye who was close at hand.

Lin Qiye looked at the four-armed Vishnu figure behind Parkash. A strong wind mixed with terrifying divine power brushed across his cheeks, blowing up a few strands of black hair.

His eyes narrowed slightly:

"Compare your power with mine?"

In the desert at dawn, a pair of bright golden rays that are more dazzling than the sunlight bloom from Lin Qiye’s eyes!

The power of Seraph!

Sensing the powerful divine power emanating from Lin Qiye, Parkash's face darkened. He was about to use the Vishnu Buddha robe to hit Lin Qiye, but the next moment, his face changed drastically as if he saw something!

Behind Lin Qiye, one after another, mighty shadows appeared!

Nyx, the goddess of the night, Merlin, the god of magic and prophecy, Bragi, the god of music and poetry, Iden, the god of youth, the Monkey King wearing a tattered cassock, and Gilgamesh, the heroic king who wears a royal robe and looks down on everyone!

Seven divine pressures swept across the earth like a tsunami and slammed into Parkash's chest!

Boom!

A muffled sound was heard, and the shadow of Vishnu behind Parkash instantly shattered. He couldn't control his body and fell backwards. He retreated nearly ten steps before he could barely stabilize his body.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his cheeks. He stared blankly at the shadows of several gods that were gradually disappearing behind Lin Qiye, his face full of disbelief.

“One, two, three, four, five, six… seven?!” Parkash’s eyes widened, “You are not the agent of two gods… you are the agent of seven gods?!!

How is this possible!!”

Lin Qiye's cloak fluttered in the raging sand. He walked calmly towards Parkash and spoke lightly:

“So… your information is too behind the times.”

Parkash gritted his teeth, finally recovering from the fact that Lin Qiye was the agent of the Seven Gods, and spoke hoarsely:

"So what if you have many gods as agents? Fighting doesn't depend on the number of gods... As long as you are still 'Klein', you are not invincible, you just have more abilities.

The first two of the Ten Gods are real monsters. Even if you are the agent of the Seven Gods, you cannot be their opponent."

Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows, "Thank you for the reminder."

Lin Qiye turned into a ray of night, and instantly flashed in front of Parkash, carrying with him terrifying mental power, and fought with Parkash!

Sharp explosions were heard in the desert, and yellow sand rolled back into the sky. Pakash, who had already exhausted his potential and was seriously injured, could only rely on the Buddhist robe and passively defend under Lin Qiye's fierce attack, and was defeated step by step.

Seeing this, Lin Qiye flipped his hand, and the original [Zhanbai] disappeared, and the Ame-no-Kurosakuyun sword fell into his palm.

Swish——!

A flash of sword light passed by and easily cut off one of Parkash's arms. Before Parkash could react, Lin Qiye swung out three more swords and directly cut off all of Parkash's arms.

“How is this possible?” Parkash exclaimed.

He mobilized his mental strength, and the severed flesh and blood began to wriggle rapidly, as if trying to regenerate his arm, but there was an inexplicable force that suppressed all regeneration.

Then, Parkash seemed to have thought of something, "Is this the Kusanagi sword? You have the Kusanagi sword?!"

"You guessed it right." Lin Qiye said calmly, holding the long sword in his hand, "Unfortunately, it's time for you to leave too."

A flash of sword light passed by, and Pakash's stunned head was thrown high. Under the blade of the Ama-Kushu sword, the extremely hard Buddhist robe seemed as fragile as a paper-made one.

As the dark yellow Buddhist robe faded away, Parkash's body fell heavily into the yellow sand and soon he lost his breath.

Lin Qiye swept his spiritual power over and confirmed that Pakash was dead, then he put away the sword.

Parkash's fighting ability was indeed somewhat beyond his expectations.

After overdrawing his potential and killing seven or eight agents in a row, he still had the energy to fight him for so long. If he hadn't been holding the sword of Ama-no-Kurokumo and been able to cut through the Buddhist robe, I'm afraid Parkash would have really escaped.

This battle also sounded a warning to Lin Qiye. The world in the fog is far more dangerous than the territory of Daxia. Pakash's combat power is already very good, which makes him a "monster". The first two of the Ten Imperial Guards are definitely not that simple...

The morning sun rises from the end of the desert, completely dispelling the darkness of the sky. Corpses fall in the desolate desert, and the flowing blood has dyed the devastated desert bloody.

On this desert stage, there is only one person who is the ultimate winner.

Lin Qiye patted the sand on his crimson cloak, held the [Star Coin] in his hand, crossed the bloody desert littered with corpses, and slowly walked towards Wucheng.

…

Wucheng.

The thunderclouds that had been piling up in the sky gradually dissipated.

Claude walked out from the leaping arcs of electricity, holding the Holy Grail in his hand. Two strands of flesh and blood flew up from the pool of thunder and fell into the scarlet wine in the Holy Grail.

The dreamy wine swayed slightly, reflecting Claude's calm face.

Except for him, all the agents who went down into the ancient well have become sacrifices to the Holy Grail, and will also become stepping stones for him to erase his own marks.

"Not enough..." Claude muttered.

His gaze fell on the ancient city-state that was in chaos in the distance.

The city lord was killed by the [Holy Grail], and coupled with the strange phenomenon of large-scale use of thunder in the sky and on earth, all the residents in the city fell into panic. The flames caused by the lightning ignited several houses and the fire quickly spread in the city.

"Is the only option left to do is to massacre the city?" Claude looked somewhat reluctant.