“Wake up!”

Sun Wukong said in a deep voice, clenched his right fist, and smashed it into Gilgamesh's abdomen with terrifying power!

Boom!

An invisible air wave erupted from the dark throne, instantly sweeping across every corner of the courtyard.

Gilgamesh groaned and dropped his body in pain. The heavy chains bound his body, making clanging sounds.

"I will kill you! I will definitely kill you!" Gilgamesh roared again.

Boom——!

Sun Wukong frowned and threw another punch, trying to pull Gilgamesh back to reality from the chaos.

This time, there was still no clarity in his eyes.

He raised his head with difficulty, his cloudy eyes full of pain staring at Sun Wukong in front of him:

"This king...will...kill you..."

"I am the king of Uruk..."

"Anyone who harms the people of Uruk...will die!!"

Sun Wukong stood there in a daze as he looked at Gilgamesh's almost distorted face.

…

"Gilgamesh..."

In the vast desert, Lin Qiye sensed the situation in the hospital and frowned.

This time, Gilgamesh's symptoms were even more severe than before... Damn it, what on earth happened? !

At this moment, he seemed to see something, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked to the end of his vision.

A raging flame started from behind the dark city wall in the distance, illuminating half the sky red. The sounds of countless human wailing and collapsing buildings could be heard faintly.

"Something happened in Wucheng?!"

Lin Qiye's heart sank.

In his mind, thinking of Gilgamesh's symptoms just now, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

You have to know that the people living in Wucheng are all descendants of the former Uruk Kingdom, and the blood flowing in their bodies is the blood of Uruk... In a sense, Wucheng is a part of the Uruk Kingdom that was left over from countless years ago.

Could it be that... Gilgamesh's illness is related to Ukrainian City?

Lin Qiye gritted his teeth, increased his speed to the limit, and rushed towards the city wall of Wucheng!

After a moment, he landed on the city wall, looked down at the scene inside the city, his pupils slightly contracted.

The once peaceful and harmonious Wucheng was now engulfed in fire. Corpses with tragic deaths and dull artifacts lay scattered all over the streets. Blood dyed the ancient stone bricks red, which was a shocking sight.

"This is……"

Lin Qiye muttered to himself.

Wailing and crying came from the other side of the city-state. Lin Qiye turned his head and saw that a large number of residents of Wucheng were fleeing out of the city in panic, looking back from time to time, as if they were being chased by the god of death.

On the ruins of the collapsed building, a figure holding a [scepter] in his left hand and a [holy grail] in his right hand slowly walked out of the fire.

Countless blood threads floated in the air and fell into the Holy Grail, turning into scarlet wine, which swayed slightly along the wall of the cup.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Almost done..." He raised the Holy Grail in his right hand and spoke slowly:

"Make a wish and the mark will be erased."

A dreamy light flashed from the dark golden wall of the cup, and the rippling scarlet wine in the cup suddenly dropped a bit.

At the same time, a dull breaking sound came from his body, and a mark turned into a tiny bit of light and dissipated in the air.

He let out a long sigh and looked a little more relaxed.

"Number 22?" Lin Qiye frowned when he saw that face.

Did he really get the [Scepter]?

Where did the Holy Grail come from?

Countless thoughts flashed through Lin Qiye's mind. He hesitated for a moment, and a brilliant magical light flashed. He transformed into Miles again and flew straight towards No. 22.

In any case, let him stop slaughtering the residents of Wucheng first.

No. 22 was chasing the residents who were fleeing out of the city, when suddenly his eyes fixed 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]?"

"I didn't find it. Something went wrong with my prediction."

"Oh..." No. 22 narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Why did you kill these natives?"

"As you can see, I'm accumulating offerings for the Holy Grail." No. 22 shrugged and said, "I have made a wish and contacted the mark of God in my body. Next... I want to make another wish."

"What wish?"

No. 22 looked at Lin Qiye with a smile on his face.

"Make a wish... and reveal your true self!"

The moment No. 22 finished speaking, a faint light flashed on the surface of the Holy Grail, and the next moment, Lin Qiye's body suddenly twisted!

The magical light shattered from the surface of Lin Qiye's body, and as the light was dissipated, his true appearance was exposed in the air.

Lin Qiye's face suddenly turned gloomy.

"Sure enough, you are not the prophet Miles." No. 22 sneered as if he had guessed this.

“If I hadn’t sensed the Holy Grail in advance, I would have really been fooled by your lies… I was wondering why you went to so much trouble to rescue them from the dungeon, but now it seems that your target is those agents who left with you?

They are probably all dead now, right?"

No. 22 stared at Lin Qiye's face and 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 had just said half of his words when No. 22 and he attacked each other at the same time like lightning!

No. 22 actually didn’t care who Lin Qiye was. He just wanted to seize the moment when Lin Qiye was most relaxed, take his life directly, and turn him into a sacrifice.

Lin Qiye also wanted to seize the opportunity to kill No. 22 before he used the two "supreme" artifacts, the Holy Grail and the Scepter.

The two palms collided in mid-air, and two divine ruins, one black and one pink, quickly spread around!

Invisible strong wind whistled, and both of them were shocked by each other's mental power and retreated several steps. No. 22 looked at his palm in a daze, as if thinking:

"The Ruins of the Goddess of Night... is it you? Are you Lin Qiye, the agent of the Twin Gods?"

No. 22 was surprised and said, "The information you told us was actually true?!"

Seeing that his identity was exposed, Lin Qiye simply stopped pretending and spoke calmly:

"True lies are more likely to gain people's trust... right?"

No. 22 looked Lin Qiye up and down, his eyes flickering. He licked his cracked lips and sneered:

"Interesting... I just got two 'Supreme' artifacts, and the two God Agents came to my door. My luck today is really good."