Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 1080 A Card Game in the Fog: Who's Shuffling the Cards Behind the Scenes?

impossible.

Lin Qiye stared intently at the figure that walked in, his mind completely blank.

Wu Hen noticed his unusual behavior immediately and gently nudged him with her elbow.

"What's wrong?" Wu Hen's voice was extremely low, as if it were vibrating in his throat.

"...It's nothing." Lin Qiye's voice was a little hoarse.

“An old acquaintance.”

Old acquaintance?

Wu Hen's eyes sharpened instantly.

The person who could elicit such a reaction from Lin Qiye was definitely not an ordinary character.

He didn't ask any more questions, but all the muscles in his body tensed up, like a cheetah ready to pounce at any moment.

The man codenamed "01" walked to the center of the church. He said nothing, but simply raised his hand and gently pressed it down.

An invisible yet irresistible pressure instantly enveloped the entire area.

The group, who had been whispering and distrusting each other, immediately shut up.

The church was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

"Transaction, begin." Number 01's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying an unquestionable sense of command.

He had barely finished speaking when a hoarse voice rang out.

"I'll go first." It was number 02 who spoke.

"I need the latest intelligence on all of Ouroboros's strongholds in South America."

A deep voice immediately replied, "I have it. Number 17."

"I need the coordinates of 'Heaven' in the European region."

"Deal." Number 02 replied without hesitation.

The two walked to the confessional on one side of the church, and their figures quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen watched this scene with cold eyes.

"It really is a black market," Wu Hen commented in a low voice.

"There are no rules, only transactions."

"No, there are rules." Lin Qiye's gaze swept over Number 01 standing in the center.

"He is the rule. Nobody dares to play tricks here."

Wu Hen deeply agreed.

The oppressive aura he felt just now made his heart tremble.

This number 01 is a monster.

Just then, a harsh voice with a heavy accent broke the silence.

"I have a question."

The one speaking was Number 05; the number on his chest gleamed faintly.

"I need intelligence on how to safely and undetected infiltrate the Great Xia territory."

Upon hearing this, the air inside the church seemed to freeze instantly.

Immediately afterwards, a chorus of snickers rose from beneath the cloak, made no attempt to conceal them.

"Ha, here comes another one who's not afraid of death."

"Haven't you met this year's targets yet? Trying to boost your sales at Daxia?"

"Dude, take my advice, go anywhere but come to Daxia."

"The water there is much muddier than ours."

The mockery grew louder, carrying a sense of xenophobia and shared hatred.

Of the agents present, a significant portion were clearly from Great Xia.

Number 05 was caught off guard by the sudden ridicule. He stood there, seemingly wanting to refute, but not knowing where to begin.

"Silence." Number 01's voice rang out again, cold and devoid of emotion.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

"Regarding your question," Number 01 looked at Number 05.

"No such intelligence. Next."

Simple, crude, and direct.

Number 05 stiffened for a moment, but ultimately, under the cold gazes of those around him, he reluctantly sat back down.

Wu Hen's lips curled into a cold smile: "A bunch of ignorant hyenas, always eyeing things that don't belong to them."

Lin Qiye didn't speak; his attention was focused more on Number 01.

Number 01 looked around and slowly said, "Besides the regular transactions, there is another important piece of information to be announced at this gathering."

Everyone's spirits were lifted.

"The fluctuations of the 'door' are becoming more and more frequent, and the speed of the 'mysterious' awakening is also accelerating."

Number 01's voice was calm and unhurried: "The old god lineage is being reshuffled, and a new order is about to be established."

"Many old friends can't sit still anymore."

He paused for a moment, then dropped a bombshell.

"According to reliable sources, three of the 'Ten Imperial Guards' have already been born."

"Ten Gozen"?

These three words were like a heavy hammer, striking hard into everyone's heart.

Some less experienced agents looked bewildered, but many more...

He gasped, his body trembling uncontrollably beneath the cloak.

"I rely on..."

Wu Hen couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

"These old geezers are out here too? Is there no hope for the world anymore?"

Lin Qiye's brows furrowed tightly.

What is "Ten Imperial Guards"?

He frantically searched his memory for hospital information, only to find it completely blank.

This seems to be a deeper secret that even the database of the Gods' Mental Hospital has not included.

“They are the monsters standing at the very top of the pyramid,” Wu Hen said, his voice extremely grave.

"Each one represents the ultimate form of a rule, a walking natural disaster."

"They do not belong to any pantheon; they obey only...that one."

"that one?"

Wu Hen shook his head, signaling him not to ask any more questions.

Lin Qiye's heart was filled with shock. Just as he was about to ask more questions, he caught a glimpse of a strange scene out of the corner of his eye.

In a corner of the church, one of the gods identified by Sun Wukong, Number 03, stood silently in the shadows.

He seemed to notice Lin Qiye's gaze and slowly raised his head.

Then he raised his hand and took off his hood.

Beneath the hood, there wasn't a complete face.

It was a face with only the left half visible; the right half looked like it had been gnawed off by something.

The flesh was mangled and bloody, and you could even see the white bone fragments.

On the intact left side of his face, his eyes were curved into crescent shapes, and the corners of his mouth were stretched into an exaggeratedly eerie arc.

He smiled silently at Lin Qiye.

It's as if it's saying: I see you.

Or to put it another way: you could be next.

At the moment Lin Qiye's heart stopped, on the other side of the church,

Another voice rang out, drowning out everyone's fear of the "Ten Emperors".

"I have some information about the 'King' here."

It was number 22 who spoke; his voice wasn't loud, but it drew everyone's attention.

"A secret about...the oldest king and his treasures."