Chapter 1200 Death 01
Notre Dame de Paris.
On the devastated land, the hazy mist soaked through the pool of blood, and there was a strong fishy smell in the air.
One body after another fell in the broken ruins, motionless, the body was twisted strangely, how many bones were broken, and only half a trace of breath remained.
In the center of the battlefield like a crater, a figure in a black cloak stands quietly, the breeze blows over the wide hood, on the brim of the hat, the word "04" swings with the wind.
In front of him, there were still three figures of agents left, barely holding on to their feet, looking at No. 04 in front of him with horror.
Squeak——!
The ancient portal made a muffled sound, five minutes had passed, and No. 03 pushed out from the Notre Dame Cathedral.
He glanced across the messy battlefield, with sarcasm in his eyes, calmly walked to No. 04, and said slowly:
"There are still three left...Your strength has regressed, He Faithtos."
"I'll keep it." No. 04 said lightly, "These guys are all pretty good. If they are seriously injured now...it won't be able to help us."
"That's true." No. 03 glanced around, "Where are the other agents? You didn't kill them, did you?"
"No."
"That's good. There are also many good seedlings here. Although the combat power is not strong, they can come in handy at critical moments."
No. 03 took a step forward, dragged more than ten agents out among the half-dead agents, and threw them on the ground like corpses.
No. 03 picked up the head of one of the agents, and the number "22" was clearly engraved on the brim of the blood-stained hat.
"And this guy, he has been to the treasure house of the king, so he should know that some key clues have not been revealed."
No. 03 raised his hand and patted his forehead lightly. A ray of light flooded into his body. No. 22, who was in a semi-comatose state, whimpered twice before being thrown on the ground.
No. 03 did the same thing, patting the heads of these unconscious agents one by one, and finally walked in front of the three agents who were still barely standing.
"No. 09, No. 17, No. 38... Saul, Vishnu... la? The Egyptian Sun City was destroyed, and there is still an agent who escaped?" No. 03 stared at No. 38 in surprise, and after a while , sneered, "An agent of the Supreme God who has no background is really a perfect candidate."
The three agents stared at No. 03 and No. 04 in front of them, and No. 09's eyes were full of puzzlement:
"Why...why are there two gods in the proxy party? How is this possible..."
No. 03 walked in front of him, and said with great interest:
"I'm curious, what did the prophet on the 33rd tell you to make you deal with the two of us in such a unified way?"
Under the oppression of No. 03's divine power, No. 17 was silent for a moment, and told what happened.
"He really foresaw our identities... and used the information of the agents of the double gods to trick them into dealing with us, and escaped himself one step ahead of time.
This prophet is indeed not simple. "
No. 04 said in a deep voice.
"His target should also be the King's Treasure House. Maybe he is already on his way to the location..." No. 03 narrowed his eyes slightly. From this mysterious agent of the God of Prophecy and Magic, he felt a sense of urgency. sense.
He glanced at the three agents in front of him, and said lightly,
"Now, you have two choices, either die or... do something for us."
...
As No. 03 and No. 04 took more than a dozen agents and disappeared into the mist, the city in ruins once again fell into a dead silence. Inside Notre Dame Cathedral.
No. 01, who witnessed the whole process on the second floor, frowned slightly.
"Two gods of Olympus..."
He stood in place like a sculpture for a long time, walked down the stairs, saw No. 02 sitting slumped in the middle of the hall, and snorted coldly.
A cold machine-like voice came from under the hood: "No. 02, you should leave."
"Yes, but..."
No. 02 stretched out his hand and pointed to the messy ruins outside Notre Dame, his eyes were full of horror and fear.
He also exchanged the information of the agents of the two gods from Lin Qiye. If it hadn't been for No. 01 who suddenly changed to leave in reverse order, he might be one of the people lying outside now.
"They have already left, you can leave." No. 01's voice showed no emotion.
No. 02 glanced at the dead fog outside the door, stood up staggeringly from the ground, gritted his teeth for a moment, tightened his hood, rushed straight into the fog, and left here.
In the empty Notre Dame de Paris, only No. 01 was left, wandering in the ancient hall.
He walked slowly to a remote room, took out a list from the compartment, and read it carefully.
"No. 09, Jack Crowder, agent of the Nordic Asgard god of thunder Thor, ranked sixth in the [Ten Royals]."
"No. 17, Pakash, one of the three supreme gods of the Indian Temple of God, the agent of Vishnu, ranked fourth in the [Ten Imperial Front]."
"No. 38, Bifeitu, the agent of the supreme god 'Ra' of the Egyptian Sun City, ranked second in [Ten Royal Front]..."
"The guys from Olympus really did a great job in order to get the treasure house of the king."
No. 01 snorted coldly.
Holding the list, he walked to a wall covered with straight brass pipes, raised his hand and lifted the screw cap of the brass pipes.
The moment the cap was screwed open, there was a slight buzzing sound coming from the tube and reverberating in the room. If you listen carefully, you can hear the conversation between the two.
These copper pipes are just simple metal gramophones that have been modified. Each brass pipe is connected to a trading room on the second floor.
Since there is no fluctuation of mental power and divine power, it is just a product of pure physics. Even the gods have not noticed its existence. Everyone thinks that this is a special channel that originally existed in this ancient building.
No. 01 sat quietly by the pipe, one after another, carefully listening to the transaction recordings in each room.
After listening to all the transaction information, he took a deep breath and stood up from his seat.
"Brown Miles...the treasury of the king...Gilgamesh..." He wandered alone in the small room, thinking with his head down, "Perhaps, we can use this opportunity to drain Asgard's water It also messed up with the trend..."
He stopped in front of the narrow glazed window, glanced out of the corner of his eye at the corner of the room, where there were three corpses that had been left there for an unknown amount of time.
These three corpses are exactly the same in shape and appearance, except that the central one is the main body, and the two two are shriveled clones.
"Number 01, Ram Badr, the agent of Mahoraga, the Indian Heavenly God Temple, ranked seventh in [Ten Imperial Front]." No. 01 looked down at the list in his hand, facing the three identical corpses in the corner , speak softly,
"Thanks to you, I was able to collect so much information at once... The plan can be improved."
He took the brim of his hat with "01" written on it with both hands, and slowly took it off. The dim light shone through the glass-like window on the ordinary girl's face under the brim.
There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.
agent of the god of trickery,
Si Xiaonan.
