In mid-air, No. 22's figure was completely submerged by the black hair.

When Lin Qiye heard the words "You are God" from No. 22, his heart skipped a beat!

god?

But why is there no fluctuation of divine power on their bodies?

Moreover, gods are strictly prohibited from entering the King’s Treasury. If they were gods, how did they get in?

Before Lin Qiye could think about it, a blinding light suddenly emerged from the dark cumulus clouds in the sky, and a blazing fireball whizzed through the air and hit Lin Qiye's chest!

Another one?

Lin Qiye's heart trembled, and scarlet demonic aura emanated from his eyes. His hands turned into demon ape arms and rushed towards the fireball!

Boom!

The powerful fist force of Fa Tian Xiang Di collided with the blazing fireball in the air, and a red heat wave instantly swept across the desert sky.

All the sand and gravel within hundreds of meters around the Dharmakāya were blown up by the impact. Lin Qiye's body sank, and his knees were completely sunk into the desert. At the same time, cracks spread on the tips of his fists, and his body was shaking.

The fireball was shattered by the residual force of the collision, and a man in red armor took several steps back in the air, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Huh?" Lin Qiye looked up in surprise when he saw that his Dharma image was not completely broken.

That's not right. If it was really a god-level attack, then this image would have been reduced to ashes by now, and even his soul might have been damaged.

But not only did he take the blow head-on, his Dharma image remained intact, but he also shocked the Red Armored Lord back several steps...

The most crucial point is that in this brief fight, Lin Qiye did not see the slightest fluctuation of divine power from them.

They are not the main gods at all. No matter how you look at it, they are just humans who are close to the ceiling of human level.

Lin Qiye's brain was working rapidly. Thinking of the old man's murmur just now, an idea flashed through his mind, and he suddenly realized and said:

"I understand. You are the lost gods of the Sumerian pantheon!"

Lin Qiye had read an analysis of the Sumerian pantheon in the archives of the Shangxie Society.

Researchers at the Shangxie Society believe that after the fall of the Uruk Kingdom, with the passage of time, population migration, and the impact and integration of new cultures, the ancient Sumerian mythology has gradually disappeared in the long river of history.

This disappearance is not a disappearance in the physical sense, but a disappearance of faith.

There are fewer and fewer people who believe in the Sumerian pantheon. Due to the lack of power of faith, the origin of Sumer is gradually shrinking, and the strength of the gods is also declining.

Just as the Sumerian gods were trying to preserve their existence, a hundred years ago, the fog of destruction suddenly descended.

Even many powerful ancient kingdoms of gods were not immune to this fog, and it was a devastating blow to the already declining Sumerian gods.

Judging from the current status of these gods, the Sumerian pantheon a hundred years ago was most likely destroyed and the gods withered away... and these powerful main gods barely survived that catastrophe, and somehow found the king's treasury built by Gilgamesh in ancient times.

The King's Treasury has its own space that can isolate the erosion of fog. However, the three main gods who lost the origin of their pantheon and fell into the realm of gods will not be rejected by the King's Treasury. They used some means to sneak into it and have been hiding under the Black City, waiting for the opportunity to rise again.

Thinking of this, Lin Qiye suddenly turned his head to look at the old man in the crescent boat, who was holding the Holy Grail.

"【Holy Grail】... make a wish... is that your purpose?" Lin Qiye murmured to himself.

He didn't care about the Red-Armored God who was blocking his way. His crumbling Dharma image stood up again and quickly flashed towards the old man on the lonely boat!

Now these main gods have not yet recovered their strength, they are just stronger "Kleins", there may be a chance to snatch the [Holy Grail] back from them!

Joining Lin Qiye in the fight was Bi Fitu, whose entire body was radiating incandescent divine light.

The two men who had just been fighting for life and death, tacitly chose to cooperate based on their common survival interests. One on the left and one on the right, they were like two meteors, whistling towards the old man standing on the lonely boat!

Two powerful pressures approached at the same time, and a glimmer of light bloomed in the old man's cloudy eyes.

The corners of his wrinkled mouth lifted up, and he elegantly grasped the wall of the Holy Grail, gently shaking the large amount of wine accumulated in the cup:

"Divine power is resurrected."

A dreamy light flashed across the wall of the Holy Grail, and the next moment, terrifying divine power seemed to boil, surging out from the old man's body!

The divine power that had dried up due to the disappearance of the origin of the gods, under the effect of the Supreme Wishing Machine, continued to flow out. The old man's eyes gradually became brighter like the stars in the night, and the divine power of the main god level descended!

Lin Qiye felt his body sink, and the powerful pressure almost knocked him down from the air. He looked up at the figure gliding leisurely in the night sky with the moon as its boat, and the last ray of hope in his heart was completely extinguished.

These old guys have been hiding in Wucheng for so long and have only just jumped out now. They must be well prepared!

If the vitality of an ordinary person is compared to a burning ant, then Bifitu is simply a walking sun. Even if it is just a chopped-off arm of the Supreme God, sacrificing it can make the dried-up divine power of a main god surge again.

Wisps of spiritual energy flowed out from Lin Qiye's Dharma image, and the duration of [Dharma of Heaven and Earth] had reached its limit.

Spiritual energy poured out from the sky, and Lin Qiye's soul returned to his body. Seriously injured, he staggered out of the sand dune and looked up at the sky.

What he used to kill the old man on the lonely boat was just a Dharma image. After the Dharma image disappeared, his soul would automatically return to his body and escape from danger... But Bibitu was not so lucky.

After the old man standing on the lonely boat recovered his strength, Bibitu also came to his senses and immediately turned around to escape, but the old man had no intention of letting him go.

A streak of moonlight rapidly extended from the crescent boat under his feet, like countless ribbons, wrapping around Bibitu's body like lightning. The latter's eyes widened angrily, his heart beating rapidly, trying to break free from the moonlight and leave, but no matter how hard he tried, the moonlight showed no signs of breaking.

Under the night sky, Bibitu, who was roaring madly, was like a fish that was caught on a hook and struggled constantly, and was forced back to the crescent-shaped boat little by little.

"Damn it! Let me go!" Bifitu watched with his own eyes the face that looked like the god of death approaching, fear appearing in his eyes.

The moonlight bound his body. As he fished in front of a lonely crescent boat, the old man squinted his eyes and looked at his body. The smile on his lips became more and more intense:

"Ra's heart...I accept it."

Bang--!

Under the night sky, an old hand pierced through Bibitu's right chest like lightning.