HLnovel Chapter 1193 You know nothing about humanity
Chapter 1193 You know nothing about humanity
No sooner had Wu Hen uttered those harsh words than a stream of sweet, metallic liquid sprayed all over his face before he could even thrust his dagger out.
It wasn't the enemy's blood, it was Lin Qiye's.
The shockwave that had shattered the bone wall like a biscuit still lingered.
They were forcibly pressed into the cracks between the broken bricks of the Rainbow Bridge.
Smoke and dust mixed with arcs of divine power darted about, choking people and causing their lungs to ache.
"Ahem... Stop bragging."
Lin Qiye's voice came from under the pile of rubble, sounding like a broken bellows, but his hand gripping the paving stone remained clenched tightly.
"Do you still have the strength? Help me up."
Wu Hen wiped the blood and mud off his face and, cursing, dragged Lin Qiye out of the pit.
The two of them look like they just crawled out of a meat grinder.
Lin Qiye's red cloak was tattered to shreds, and his body was covered in wounds, except for his eyes, which shone with an eerie brightness.
"Can you still stand?" Wu Hen looked at Lin Qiye's swaying legs.
"Why don't you lie down for a while? I'll read you a eulogy?"
"Keep it for yourself to read."
Lin Qiye spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and an extremely ugly smile even appeared on his lips.
"The show has only just begun; there's no reason for the main character to be the first to fall down."
"madman."
Wu Hen rolled his eyes, but gripped Lin Qiye's hand even tighter, supporting half of Lin Qiye's weight on his shoulder.
The two supported each other, and under the overwhelming pressure of divine power, they managed to straighten their backs.
"Pah, pah, pah."
The crisp sound of clapping pierced through the smoke and dust, sounding particularly jarring.
The Holy Rainbow Sword, which was originally stuck in the groove and carried everyone's last hope,
At this moment, it is being casually played with by a hand wearing a golden arm guard.
Heimdall.
The gatekeeper of Asgard had somehow appeared in front of the control panel.
He flicked the blade with his finger with a look of disgust, as if he had just picked up a dirty rag.
"It's quite touching."
Heimdall looked down at the two disheveled figures.
His eyes held not only indifference, but also a morbid pleasure in watching ants struggle.
"But this is what you humans call your trump card? Take my key and open the door I guard?"
Behind him, several terrifying figures of gods loomed in and out of sight, completely sealing off all avenues of survival.
The air was as thick as if it were filled with lead.
"It's over..."
Not far away, Number 22, lying paralyzed on the ground, watched as the Holy Rainbow Sword fell into enemy hands.
His last ounce of energy was drained away; he curled up into a ball, his lips trembling.
"The key is gone... the road is blocked... we're all going to die here..."
That kind of despair is contagious; even Wu Hen's heart skipped a beat.
As a time traveler, his mind worked incredibly fast. He calculated countless possible solutions, but all of them proved to be dead ends.
grab?
That is courting death.
run?
There is no road.
beat?
The two of them are in such a state that they can't even beat a stray dog.
"Give me back the sword." Lin Qiye suddenly spoke, his tone as calm as if he were returning a borrowed lighter.
"what?"
Heimdall turned his head dramatically, as if he had heard the funniest joke.
"Are you commanding a god? Mortal, it seems that your meager power has driven you mad."
“This originally belonged to Asgard. Your filthy hands are blasphemous to even touch it.”
After speaking, he slowly and methodically put the Holy Rainbow Sword into his storage space in front of the two of them.
Then he crossed his arms and playfully raised his chin.
"Well, there's no hope left."
"Now, how do you plan to die?"
"Kneel down and beg me, and maybe I'll consider giving you a quick death."
The gods let out a low, mocking laugh, the kind of pleasure a hunter feels watching his prey struggle for its life in a trap.
Wu Hen gritted his teeth, his grip on the dagger making a cracking sound.
He was gambling, gambling that Lin Qiye never played by the rules.
really.
"Who told you that was the only key?"
Lin Qiye's voice wasn't loud, but in that instant, it drowned out all the mockery.
He released Wu Hen's support, swayed slightly, and then stood firmly.
The blood-stained hand slowly reached into his robes and groped around for a while.
Heimdall raised an eyebrow, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.
But that quickly turned into disdain: "Still playing tricks? Do you think you can pull out a second Holy Rainbow Sword?"
"The sword is gone."
Lin Qiye withdrew his hand, revealing an inconspicuous coin in his palm.
That's not an ordinary coin.
Starlight swirled, its surface etched with ancient and mysterious patterns, seemingly containing some kind of power that could distort reality.
Star coins.
"This is..." Wu Hen's pupils suddenly contracted. He remembered this thing; it was something that could be exchanged for miracles!
Lin Qiye looked at Heimdall, and the almost eerie calmness in his eyes made the god suddenly feel a chill down his spine.
"You gods have been high and mighty for too long." Lin Qiye flicked the star coin lightly with his thumb.
"Ding--"
A crisp metallic vibrato echoed across the deathly silent Rainbow Bridge, like the tolling of some kind of death knell.
The coin tumbled through the air, tracing a golden parabola.
It did not fall in the end, but hovered in mid-air, instantly disintegrating into countless dazzling points of light.
“You know nothing about human greed and madness.”
As Lin Qiye finished speaking, the points of light converged wildly.
It didn't transform into some world-destroying weapon; instead, it coalesced into an identical one...
Holy Rainbow Sword!
Although it was just a phantom constructed of energy, the spatial fluctuations emanating from it were ten times more violent than the real thing!
"Impossible!!" Heimdall's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively wanted to rush over to stop him.
"That's fake! How can a creation made according to rules be copied?!"
"late."
Lin Qiye didn't even try to grasp the sword. Instead, he raised his foot and kicked the hilt of the illusory sword hard.
“Open it for me!!”
"boom--!!!"
The illusory longsword transformed into a streak of light, piercing the empty groove with perfect precision.
At that moment, the entire city of Asgard trembled.
The once-dim Rainbow Bridge seemed to have been injected with a powerful stimulant.
A seven-colored beam of light, over a hundred meters in diameter, shot into the sky, shattering the gloomy sky above that had been sealed off by the gods.
A violent spatial storm instantly formed, and the enormous suction force tore the surrounding debris flying everywhere.
The gods' cold smiles froze completely, replaced by unbelievable horror.
Heimdall whirled around, staring intently at the beam of light.
Deep within that dazzling light, a strange aura that made his soul tremble was rapidly approaching.
That's not an escape route.
That was... the gateway through which something descended.
"Lin Qiye!! What have you done?!" Heimdall roared hysterically, his voice filled with fear for the first time.
Lin Qiye stood in the raging wind, letting his wounds reopen and blood spurt out.
He stared at the beam of light, his smile growing wider until it turned into unrestrained laughter.
"I didn't intend to run away."
Lin Qiye turned around and glanced at Wu Hen, who looked completely bewildered, his eyes flashing with the madness of a gambler going all in.
"I just... shook someone's hand."