Chapter 1223 Massacre
Although the vitality of the dead agents was very strong, and they wanted to make a wish to erase their god marks, these sacrifices were not enough.
[Holy Grail] More lives are needed as sacrifices.
Claude can kill those agents as a sacrifice to the [Holy Grail], that's because they took the initiative to take the initiative, but right now these innocent residents...
Claude struggled in place for a long time, then closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
"Sorry, I don't want to die..."
He opened his eyes, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, his figure turned into a thunderbolt, and flew towards the center of the city-state!
"It's the intruder! The intruder is here with the [Holy Grail]!"
"He wants to use us as sacrifices!"
"He killed the old city owner!! Let's go together!"
"..."
As soon as Claude landed, the surrounding residents shouted, and then several artifacts roared out!
Even after losing the king's [scepter] controlled by the old city lord, there are still a large number of artifacts dormant inside Wucheng.
Claude narrowed his eyes, slowly raised the [Holy Grail] in his hand, and was about to make a wish, when a muffled sound suddenly came from the alleyway not far away!
clang--!
A golden ripple swayed from the shadow of the alleyway, instantly covering the center of Wucheng, and at the same time covering Claude who was holding the [Holy Grail].
The moment he saw the golden ripples, Claude's pupils suddenly shrank!
Is it the [scepter] of the king? !
Claude will not admit his mistake. When they first entered the King's Treasure House, their agents were taken away by this golden ripple, and the group was captured.
But now that the old city lord has clearly been killed by him, how could anyone still be able to use the [scepter]! ?
Claude looked at the alleyway where the golden ripples appeared, and saw a familiar figure, holding a [scepter] in his forehand, standing in the shadows like a ghost.
--number 22.
No. 22 held a lump of fuzzy flesh and blood in one hand, and the [scepter] in the other. His cold eyes stared at Claude and the [Holy Grail] in his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"I said... I have a way to get the [Scepter]."
As soon as the voice on the 22nd fell, the state of majestic spiritual power turned into pale golden threads, flying out of Claude's body, Claude felt his body was empty, and almost fell to the ground!
Oops! !
Claude's heart sank.
He originally thought that he had obtained the [Holy Grail] and killed the only old city lord who could control the [Scepter]. At this moment, he was already the strongest existence in Wucheng... But he never expected that No. 22 would actually control the old city lord. The [scepter] left by the city lord!
At this moment, he has stepped into the effective range of the [Scepter].
Claude's brain was running fast, he forcibly cheered up, clenched the [Holy Grail] in his hand, and was about to make a wish immediately:
"Make a wish, the realm will return..."
Before the word "return" was finished, No. 22, who had sucked Claude's mental power, flitted out like a frightened bird!
Losing the realm of spiritual power, Claude has completely become an ordinary person holding the [Holy Grail], while No. 22, who has completely absorbed the peak spiritual power of Claude's "Klein" realm, has skyrocketed in strength.
With a wave of No. 22's hand, an unprecedented lust emerged from the bottom of Claude's heart. It was like ants were crawling all over his body. Endless hallucinations filled his mind in an instant, and he temporarily lost his ability to think.
With just this moment of pause, No. 22 had already rushed in front of him.
He raised his foot like lightning, kicked the [Holy Grail] in his palm, and twisted his body at the same time, his palm piercing Claude's chest.
puff--! !
Blood spattered, splashing on No. 22's face and the ancient stone bricks under his feet.
Claude's consciousness gradually returned. He stared blankly at the palm sunk into his chest, and No. 22 with a cold expression. He opened his mouth with difficulty, as if he wanted to say something.
No. 22 narrowed his eyes, and directly pulled the heart in his hands out of Claude's body!
Claude's body shook, the light in his eyes receded, and he fell straight to the ground, completely out of breath.
"... Lost the realm and the gods, [Ten Yuqian] is nothing more than that."
No. 22 dropped it casually, and threw the heart to the [Holy Grail] that fell on the ground. Strands of blood extended into the scarlet wine, and the water level rose a little again.
No. 22 bent down to pick up the dark golden goblet, staring at the surface of the rippling wine, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense.
"The [Holy Grail] that can satisfy all wishes, and the [Scepter] that can commandeer all power... Now, under the gods, who can stop me?" A deep laughter came from No. 22's throat, he paused for a moment, As if thinking of something, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes,
"When I get the [sword] capable of killing gods, I can kill that woman Philotes...
I need more offerings. "
The eyes of No. 22 fell on the residents of Wucheng not far away.
For some reason, the moment they met No. 22's gaze, the residents of Wucheng only felt a chill in their hands and feet, as if there was some kind of icy breath pouring from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.
That is killing intent!
Praise -!
The figure of No. 22 turned into an afterimage, and quickly flashed into the crowd, with cold lights passing by, and countless howls and exclamations sounded one after another.
The corpses were like harvested wheat, densely poured on the hard stone brick road, and the blood quickly stained the streets of Wucheng along the gully between the brick cracks.
In a hurry, several artifacts soared into the sky, and rushed straight towards No. 22, who was frantically killing.
No. 22 raised the [scepter] expressionlessly, and slammed it heavily on the ground, golden ripples streaked across, and all the artifacts flew upside down!
[Scepter] can forcibly confiscate power within a certain range. If it is less than the "highest" level, these artifacts cannot approach No. 22 at all, and they cannot hurt him at all.
For No. 22 who owns the [Holy Grail] and the [Scepter], this is a one-sided massacre!
With the progress of 22, countless residents lost their lives, fell into a pool of blood, turned into strands of silk and poured into the [Holy Grail], becoming the sacrifice of wishes...
At this moment, the entire Wucheng felt like hell.
...
at the same time.
The mental hospital of the gods.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!"
The painful roar echoed in the golden circle of the courtyard. Gilgamesh, who was locked on the throne, twisted his body like crazy, his bloodshot eyes almost opened their sockets.
"I am a small boy from outside, and dare to kill in Uruk!!!? This king wants to smash your corpse into thousands of pieces!!! Cut your corpse into thousands of pieces!!"
On the side, Braki squatted in the corner with his hands covering his ears, and couldn't help but say:
"Crazy...Gilgamesh is crazy again...Monkey, take care of him!"
Sun Wukong, who was sitting on the Rock Throne, frowned. He stood up from his seat and walked straight to the trembling black throne.
"Gilgamesh……"
"Kill you! This king will definitely kill you!!" Endless divine power erupted from Gilgamesh's body, shaking the roar of the earthquake,
"Let go of me...let me go!! I'm going to kill him!!"
