PFC Chapter 465 The King's Treasury (Page 12)
Chapter 465 The King's Treasury (Page 12)
Utopia, Central Administrative District.
As soon as Lin Qiye and Zhang Yun stepped into the conference room, Ji Nian looked up from the holographic projection, tapped her finger, and brought up an encrypted file.
“If you want to find news about Zhou Ping, you need to go to a place.” Her voice was solemn. “The Divine Agents Gathering—held every three months, in the misty ‘Notre Dame Cathedral’.”
Zhang Yun's Candle Dragon True Flame flickered slightly: "A representative of the gods?"
Ji Nian nodded: "In the mist, some humans were chosen by the Outer Gods to become their representatives on Earth... They possess a great deal of secret information."
She pushed up her glasses, and a blurry image appeared on the lenses—a masked man standing in the ruins, holding a golden key engraved with runes in his hand.
"Before Zhou Ping disappeared, he had been tracking the agent of the 'Lord of Deception'... and that person recently appeared at an agent's gathering."
Lin Qiye's black box sword trembled slightly: "So...we need to infiltrate?"
Ji Nian smiled slightly: "That's right, and... you need to change your identities."
She took out two silver masks from under the table, one engraved with intricate magical runes, the other plain and unadorned.
"Lin Qiye, you are impersonating Merlin, the God of Magic, as his agent—codename 'Miles'."
“Zhang Yun, you disguised yourself as his servant… You are taciturn, but your strength should not be underestimated.”
Baili Pangpang poked his head in from outside the door: "Can I go, Fatty?"
Ji Nian glanced at him: "You're too noisy."
Baili Pangpang: "..."
At the border of Utopia, in front of the teleportation array.
Lin Qiye put on the silver mask, the runes on the mask glowed slightly, and a strange magical power surged into his body.
"This mask..." he frowned, "possesses real power?"
Memorial nodded: "Merlin did exist... but he fell a thousand years ago. His agents have long since disappeared, so this identity is safe enough."
She handed Zhang Yun a black ring: "Wear this, and your Candle Dragon True Flame will be disguised as the aura of a 'magical contract beast'."
Zhang Yun silently accepted the ring. The moment it was put on, his dragon eyes were covered with a faint purple light, and his aura became obscure and unclear.
Memorial gave the equipment a final check: "Remember, everyone at the party has a code name, from 01 to 045... You are '27' and '28'."
“But be careful… 03 and 04 are not agents.” She lowered her voice. “They are the true gods of the Olympian pantheon, sent by Zeus.”
Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed: "A god personally intervenes?"
In remembrance: "They are looking for Gilgamesh's 'King's Treasury'... It is said that it contains weapons capable of killing gods."
The teleportation array flashed, and the two found themselves standing in a ruin shrouded in gray mist.
In the distance, the ruined Notre Dame Cathedral stands in the mist, its spire broken and its stained-glass windows shattered, but some eerie force keeps it in the illusion of being "intact"—ghostly blue flames float in the air, illuminating the decaying dome; the broken stained-glass windows are filled with illusions, depicting distorted portraits of saints.
Lin Qiye's Miracle Domain rippled slightly: "This place... has been distorted by some kind of rule."
Zhang Yun's Candle Dragon True Flame, disguised by the ring, transformed into a purple stream of light, swirling around his body like a lurking magical creature.
The rotten wooden door opened silently, revealing a dimly lit hall inside.
Inside the hall, dozens of figures sat scattered about.
Some were shrouded in black robes, revealing only a pair of scarlet eyes; some had translucent bodies, as if made of mist; and others were simply non-human—a writhing black shadow or a floating skeleton.
The air was thick with the smell of decaying incense and blood, and whispers buzzed like flies.
The moment Lin Qiye and Zhang Yun stepped in, several pairs of eyes turned to them.
"A newcomer?" A hoarse voice came from the right.
Lin Qiye nodded slightly, his voice deep and elegant: "'Merlin's Envoy,' code name 29."
"Merlin?" A woman in a purple robe chuckled. "That old swindler has an agent?"
Lin Qiye's lips curled slightly beneath his mask: "Death... does not mean oblivion."
A wisp of ethereal blue magical light condensed at his fingertips, the very aura of Merlin's signature "prophecy."
The woman in the purple robe narrowed her eyes and said nothing more.
Zhang Yun stood silently behind him, purple flames swirling between his fingers, like a ferocious beast ready to pounce at any moment.
On the high platform in the center of the hall, a figure slowly emerged.
He was dressed in an elegant black suit and wore a pure white mask with only an exaggerated smiling face painted on it.
"Welcome, agents." His voice was like the scraping of metal, harsh and eerie. "Tonight's theme is—'exchange'."
"The rules remain the same... intelligence, power, souls... all are tradable."
"But remember... liars... will be devoured by the 'feast'."
His fingertips swept across the void, and a round table made of white bones slowly rose up, its surface covered with blood-red runes.
"Let's begin now."
The first person to stand up was a tall, thin man covered in bandages (code name 13).
“I need a live sample of the ‘Abyssal Worm,’” his voice was like sandpaper scraping. “In exchange… for the latest developments of the ‘Lord of Deception.’”
The dark figure in the corner (codename 22) twitched: "The Lord of Deception... appeared in India last month and devoured three villages."
The bandaged man sneered: "Outdated intelligence... not worth the price."
The shadowy figure paused for a moment, then added, "His agent... has been active in the East China Sea recently."
Lin Qiye's pupils contracted slightly—the East Sea was the place where Zhou Ping last appeared.
The bandaged man seemed satisfied and tossed out a glass bottle containing a black worm curled up inside.
The dark figure took the bottle and disappeared into the mist.
Suddenly, a deep voice rang out: "'Merlin's Messenger'...Why have you come?"
Lin Qiye turned his head and looked at the source of the sound—
It was a man dressed in a white robe (codename 03), his face hidden by a hood, but his golden pupils were faintly visible.
Beside him sat a woman in silver armor (codename 04), toying with a bolt of lightning between her fingers.
Lin Qiye's Miracle Domain contracted slightly—these two are true gods!
“Intelligence,” he said calmly, “Merlin left behind some prophecies before his fall…”
The man in white chuckled: "Merlin's prophecy... interesting."
He slowly raised his hand, and a golden lightning pattern appeared in his palm: "Perhaps... we can make an exchange?"
Lin Qiye's gaze, hidden behind his mask, narrowed slightly: "What do you want to know?"
...
03 looked at 04 and said, "Why did you tell Number 29 that Zhou Ping was hunting us Olympian gods?!"
04. Smile, "What's the point of telling these ants? What can they do?"
"Besides, the information I told them was a mix of truth and lies, which was a good way to test them!"
03 nodded.
...
The ruins of Notre Dame Cathedral, the hall where agents gather.
Lin Qiye, disguised as "Miles," stood in front of the white bone round table, lightly tapping the surface with his fingertips, his gaze sweeping over all the agents present.
Number 21—a man wearing a raven mask—suddenly spoke: “I know the location of the ‘King’s Treasury’.”
The entire room fell silent.
Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow slightly beneath his mask: "Oh? What do you want?"
Number 21's voice was hoarse: "Exchange... the position of 'Dual God Agent' Lin Qiye."
Lin Qiye: “…”
He was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled: "Interesting."
Zhang Yun, disguised as a servant, stood behind him, the Candle Dragon Flame beneath his ring flickering slightly, as if silently asking, "Shall we make a move?"
Lin Qiye twitched his fingertips slightly, signaling him to calm down.
“Okay,” he said slowly, “but… I need to confirm first whether your information is worth the price.”
Number 21 sneered, took out a yellowed sheepskin map from his pocket, and spread it out on the table.
"The entrance to the King's Treasury is on 'Divine Turtle Island', the deepest part of 'Guixu' in the East Sea."
“There is a ‘Divine Realm Mystic Turtle’ that has lived for ten thousand years, guarding the entrance to the treasure vault.”
"Those below the divine realm cannot break through its defenses... but even gods cannot enter the treasure vault."
Lin Qiye's eyes flickered slightly—this information overlapped with the location where Zhou Ping disappeared!
He pretended to hesitate for a moment, then nodded: "Deal."
Number 21 stared at him: "Now... tell me where Lin Qiye is?"
Lin Qiye smiled slightly, then suddenly lowered his voice: "Actually... I already have a clue."
He glanced around, his gaze lingering for a moment on numbers 03 and 04, before saying meaningfully:
"As far as I know... the 'Dual God Agents' are very likely hiding among us."
"And... there are two of them."
Number 21's eyes suddenly sharpened: "You mean...?"
Lin Qiye did not answer directly, but looked meaningfully at No. 03 and No. 04.
Number 03 (the man in the white robe) noticed the gaze, and his golden pupils contracted slightly.
Number 04 (the woman in silver armor) silently unleashed a burst of lightning at her fingertips: "What are you implying?"
Lin Qiye spread his hands: "I am merely relaying the 'Merlin prophecy'... 'Two agents of the gods, one white and one silver, hidden among the people.'"
The whole place was in an uproar!
Number 21 suddenly stood up, staring intently at Numbers 03 and 04: "It's you?!"
Number 03 sneered: "Absurd."
But the surrounding agents were already getting restless—
"White robes and silver armor...that's certainly suspicious!"
"They don't talk much...it's like they're hiding something!"
"Moreover... their auras... are too strong!"
Lightning 04 suddenly erupted: "You're asking for death!"
"boom--!!!"
A bolt of lightning struck towards Number 21, but was blocked by Number 21's black mist barrier!
"It really is you! Lin Qiye's lackey!" Number 21 roared.
Number 03's golden eyes were icy: "Foolish ants..."
Lin Qiye quietly stepped back, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Zhang Yun's Candle Dragon True Flame, disguised by the ring, transformed into a purple flame and burned silently.
"Now... it's time to go," Lin Qiye said in a low voice.
The two were preparing to leave when suddenly—
"boom--!!!"
The dome of the hall exploded! Countless dark figures descended from the sky!
"Kill them all!!"
"Lin Qiye must die!"
"03 and 04...that's the target!"
Dozens of agents simultaneously erupted, unleashing a variety of bizarre abilities—
Number 09 transformed into a mass of fleshy tentacles and lunged at Number 03;
On the 17th, a rotting undead army was summoned to seal off the exit;
The black mist from number 21 condensed into a giant claw, tearing towards number 04's throat!
Number 03's white robes fluttered without wind, and golden lightning gathered in his palm: "Ants... dare to provoke a god?!"
"boom--!!!"
A burst of lightning caused the entire hall to tremble violently!
Number 04's silver armor burst forth with dazzling electric light, and lightning rained down like a storm!
“Ahhhh——!!!”