Lin Qiye's eyes focused, and his figure turned into a sliver of night, flashing backwards through space at a high speed!

Almost at the same time he moved, No. 22 raised the [Scepter] in his hand and smashed it to the ground again.

clang--!

The golden ripples quickly expanded, spreading around and approaching the receding night.

Lin Qiye was very clear about the power of the [Scepter]. Once affected by the golden ripples, his spirit would be forcibly requisitioned. By then, No. 22 would gain double mental strength, and with the [Scepter] and the [Holy Grail] in hand, Lin Qiye, an ordinary person, would have almost no chance of winning.

Fortunately, Lin Qiye set off in time, and the distance of [Night Flash] was long enough, so he barely avoided the range of [Scepter] and landed on the ruins one kilometer away.

Seeing that Lin Qiye actually avoided the attack, No. 22 was surprised. He wanted to directly mobilize the power of the Holy Grail to make a wish, but after hesitating for a moment, he gave up the idea.

His figure flashed and he quickly chased after Lin Qiye.

Two streaks of light streaked across the sky above Wucheng, beginning a thrilling chase.

In terms of speed, if Lin Qiye uses [Somersault Cloud], he can get rid of No. 22 in minutes, but once he does so, the pair of long boots, the silver bird and the spear will immediately catch up.

No. 22 has the [Scepter] in his hand, so he is not afraid of being hunted down by these three artifacts. However, if Lin Qiye is caught up, he will be besieged.

While Lin Qiye pushed [Night Flash] to its extreme, he turned back to look at No. 22 who was chasing him, his brain working rapidly.

As he expected, although No. 22 holds two "supreme" artifacts, the [Scepter] and the [Holy Grail], the former requires a certain casting range, and the latter requires life as a sacrifice. Unless it is necessary, No. 22 probably won't be willing to use the [Holy Grail] to make a wish. In this way, as long as he keeps a certain distance, the threat that No. 22 can pose to him is actually very limited.

Lin Qiye took several steps, and magical lights bloomed from the earth. Several figures were summoned and floated behind him.

The Snow Girl waved her hand, and countless ice crystals condensed from nothingness, transforming into an all-encompassing blizzard sword, rushing towards No. 22 who was chasing from behind.

No. 22 frowned slightly, turned his body quickly, and nimbly shuttled through the ice swords. Looking at the figures floating in the distance, he spoke in confusion:

"Is it summoning? Isn't he only acting as the agent of the Goddess of Night and the Seraph? How can he really know magic..."

Just as No. 22 was confused, a faint female voice floated into his ears:

"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, you are my past life, and I am your present life..."

The moment this sound was heard, the ice swords that had been pierced into the ground stood up at the same time, like pens held by invisible hands, quickly drawing concentric circles in the sand.

As the circles connected, a woman in a blood-stained white dress appeared like a ghost beside No. 22. Her pale palm was like lightning, grabbing the King's [Scepter] in his hand!

"What the hell?"

No. 22's eyes narrowed and he subconsciously took a half step back. The two ice swords scratched his skin, leaving a bloody mark on his shoulder and knee.

He ignored the injuries on his body and suddenly raised the [Holy Grail] in his hand:

"Make a wish, and the evil spirits will retreat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint light flashed on the surface of the Holy Grail, and the bodies of the Snow Girl and the Pen Fairy shook at the same time, and they flew backwards like kites with broken strings.

Two magical lights flashed by, and their figures were sent back to the Gods' Mental Hospital.

Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes slightly.

The joint attack of the Snow Girl and the Pen Fairy did not work, but it didn't matter, at least they used up the opportunity for No. 22 to make a wish.

There is no life in this desert that can replenish it. If things continue like this, the energy of the [Holy Grail] will be used up sooner or later, and by then this "supreme" artifact will be completely useless.

Just as Lin Qiye was about to make a move, a third streak of light flashed across the sky and rushed towards here!

He and No. 22 were both startled and turned to look in that direction.

I saw a white-incandescent fireball falling from the sky, smashing heavily on the desert, stirring up a violent mass of sand. A figure holding a long sword slowly walked out of the white-incandescent divine light.

Lin Qiye was unfamiliar with the man's face, but he was wearing a black cloak covered with sword marks. The word "38" could be vaguely seen on the wide brim of his hat.

Was he the only one among the group of agents who invaded Wu City at that time who escaped from the old city lord?

Lin Qiye immediately recalled the man's identity.

At that time in the central square of Wucheng, only No. 38 was not controlled by the [Scepter]. Even after losing his mental strength, he still escaped from the pursuit of the old city lord.

"The second of the Ten Imperial Guards, Bibitu?!" Number 22 was even more surprised than Lin Qiye when he saw that person, "You are still alive?"

Bifitu's eyes fell on the [scepter] in No. 22's hand, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"I was planning to come back and kill that old man, but it seems that there is no need anymore..."

"The King's [Sword]..." No. 22 also noticed the long sword in Bifitu's hand, and his eyes flickered. "It seems that your opportunity is not bad."

Bi Fitu didn't say anything. He just looked at Lin Qiye silently with a puzzled look on his face.

"Who are you?"

"He is No. 33, Miles, and also the agent of the two gods we have been looking for... Lin Qiye." No. 22 spoke in a very aggressive tone, "Bifitu, let's join forces and capture the agent of the two gods from Daxia first. Afterwards, we will share the secrets we get in equal parts. How about that?"

"Agent of the two gods?" Bi Fitu raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Qiye with curiosity.

Lin Qiye's heart shuddered.

Although he didn't know the origin of this Bifitu, but if Lin Qiye guessed correctly, he was one of the two monsters of the "Ten Imperial Guards" mentioned by Pakash. He was able to escape with the power of the "Scepter", so his own strength was definitely not simple.

What's more, he has in his hand a king's [Sword] that is powerful enough to slay gods!

If Bifitu really joins forces with No. 22, things will be bad.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath and said to Bifitu: "The [Holy Grail] in his hand can erase the mark of the gods in your body. Let's kill him together. The [Holy Grail] will be yours, and the [Scepter] will be mine."

"The mark of the gods?" Bifitu shook his head. "I have already removed that kind of thing myself."

He pulled down his collar with his hands, and a hideous bloody wound was exposed to the air on the left chest of the strange body that seemed to be stitched together. Judging from the marks on the wound, it should have been cut open by himself with the blade of the King's [Sword].

Deep in the left chest, a broken heart split open, completely lifeless.

And in the right side of his chest, a divine heart like a blazing sun was beating slowly but steadily!