Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 1083 The Prophet Smells of Murder

Lin Qiye suddenly opened his closed eyes, and in those clear eyes...

The previous roguishness and laziness vanished, replaced by an almost beast-like alertness.

He didn't answer Wu Hen, but stood up directly.

This action instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the church.

"Hey, Number 01!"

Lin Qiye's voice rang out again, not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"I'm not participating in today's trading."

what?

Everyone was stunned.

This self-proclaimed prophet has just turned the place upside down.

He's stirred up everyone's greed and suspicion to the extreme, and now he's saying he's not playing anymore?

Wu Hen's heart skipped a beat, but he instantly understood Lin Qiye's intention.

Without saying a word, he stood up, his hand never leaving the hilt of the knife.

"You want to leave?"

Number 03's one-eyed man stared intently at Lin Qiye, his voice chilling as if it were being squeezed from a crack in ice.

"You think you can just leave after saying only half a sentence? What do you think this place is? A vegetable market?"

"That's right, explain the whereabouts of the Twin Gods' agents before you leave!"

"Want to run? It's not that easy!"

The crowd was inflamed, and many unfriendly gazes were fixed on Lin Qiye.

Lin Qiye didn't even glance at them, his eyes fixed on number 01 in the center of the church.

With a smirk, he said, "My prophecy tells me that if I stay any longer, I will be killed."

"Your ridiculous rules are ridiculous. You can't force people to buy and sell, and then stop them from leaving, can you?"

The shadow under the hood of number 01 remained silent for a moment.

"The rule of the gathering is that you are free to come and go." His usually calm and collected voice finally broke through the silence.

"However, to ensure you're not using a fake identity to fool everyone,"

“You must swear in the name of the god behind you that everything you say today is prophetic and true.”

After these words were spoken, the crowd quieted down slightly.

Taking an oath in the name of the gods is the most solemn oath for an agent; if broken, they will be punished by the gods.

"Sure, it's no big deal."

Without hesitation, Lin Qiye raised his right hand and proclaimed in a solemn yet slightly playful tone:

“I, Brown Miles, swear in the name of my Lord, Merlin, the God of Prophecy, that everything I just said about the agents of the two gods was prophesied.”

"Furthermore, I foresee that a deadly trap has been set up against me, so I must leave this hellhole right now, immediately!"

He emphasized the words "killing trap" very much.

The air inside the church seemed to freeze.

The shadow under No. 01's hood trembled slightly, seemingly not expecting Lin Qiye to be so direct.

"...Okay." After a long pause, Number 01 uttered two words.

"you can go now."

"Thanks." Lin Qiye casually waved in the direction of the center, then turned to Wu Hen and said.

"Let's go, what are you still standing there for? Waiting to be served a feast?"

After saying that, he walked towards the church door without looking back.

Wu Hen followed closely behind, the two walking one after the other with a crisp and clean gait, as if the dozens of murderous gazes behind them were nothing more than air.

The church's wooden doors were pushed open, and the two figures instantly disappeared into the thick fog outside.

The deathly silence in the church was broken only when the wooden door creaked shut again.

"Damn it! We just let him go like that?"

"On the 01th, you..."

"Shut up." For the first time, Number 01's voice carried a hint of coldness.

"Rules are rules."

"The deal continues, or both of you get out."

Outside the church, the mist was icy cold.

As soon as Lin Qiye and Wu Hen stepped out of the gate, they quickened their pace and walked through the mist.

He Lin was already waiting at the agreed location. Seeing the two of them come out, he immediately went up to them and asked, "How did it go? Did you get the intelligence?"

"Take my ass."

Lin Qiye's face had completely darkened, and there was no trace of his earlier roguishness left.

"We're being watched. Let's go!"

Without uttering any unnecessary words, the three moved with lightning speed, quickly moving away from the eerie church.

They only stopped in the shadow of the ruins after confirming that no one was chasing them.

"What exactly happened?" He Lin asked, panting.

"I was outside just now, and it felt like the atmosphere inside was a complete mess."

"It's not chaos, it's poison." Lin Qiye leaned against a broken wall, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"We almost became someone else's guinea pigs."

Wu Hen's face was also extremely ugly. He said in a deep voice, "There's a problem with those number 03 and 04."

"It's more than just a problem."

Lin Qiye sneered.

“They don’t actually want to buy information about Gilgamesh’s Treasury from me.”

"What do you mean?" He Lin was taken aback.

"Do you think that even if the two of them get the coordinates, they're capable of stealing things from Gilgamesh?"

"That god is a notorious madman with berserk fighting power; whoever goes there will die."

Lin Qiye's tone carried a belated chill.

"The reason they were in such a hurry was not because they wanted to go themselves, but because they wanted to find a scapegoat,"

"To scout ahead for them, to wear down Gilgamesh, or even... to die."

Wu Hen's pupils constricted sharply: "They want to use us?!"

"Otherwise what?" Lin Qiye retorted.

“I stepped forward, calling myself a ‘prophet’ and claiming to know all sorts of secrets. In their eyes, I was a perfect target with unknown strength but extremely high value.”

“If they get the ‘coordinates’ I give them and then leak this information to Gilgamesh’s enemies, or even Gilgamesh himself, guess what will happen?”

He Lin and Wu Hen's faces turned deathly pale instantly.

They would immediately become Gilgamesh's target!

At that time, whether they are dead or alive, as long as the waters are muddied,

Those two guys, No. 03 and No. 04, hiding in the shadows, will have a chance to take advantage of the chaos and seize the King's Treasury!

"What a vicious plan!" Wu Hen squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.

"They are actually gods from Zeus's faction in disguise, trying to use someone else to do their dirty work and then reap the benefits!"

"That's why I said that my prophecy tells me that I will be killed."

Lin Qiye's gaze turned towards the church, his eyes cold.

"As soon as I mentioned trading information about Gilgamesh, they jumped out eagerly. The atmosphere was so intense."

It makes perfect sense for a prophet to sense danger and then decisively flee.

This is precisely why Lin Qiye was able to persuade Number 01 and leave calmly.

He used his newly established "prophet" persona to escape a deadly trap.

Just then, inside the church.

Numbers 03 and 04 remained seated, seemingly uninterested in any further transactions.

One of his men quickly walked up to them and whispered a few words in their ear.

"Gone?" Number 03's single eye narrowed slightly.

"Yes, it has been confirmed that we have left the fog zone."

Number 04 let out a low laugh: "Interesting."

"I thought prophets were all talk, but I never expected this little mouse to have such a keen intuition, even better than a dog's nose."

A cruel, cold smile slowly crept onto Number 03's lips.

"Did he think he got away with it?" he said in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"His public revelation that he was a 'prophet' was the biggest flaw in itself."

"He voluntarily walked into our hunting grounds."

“Notify our people,” Number 03’s single eye gleamed with excitement and bloodlust.

"The game has only just begun."