# 1197
Chapter 1198: Die, Lin Qiye!
"It's a pity. I was still hoping his divination abilities might come in handy during our exploration of the King's Treasury." The No. 3 agent sighed. "Moreover, I'm curious about him... What exactly is his relationship with the Great Xia Sword Immortal? Why would he specifically inquire about her whereabouts?"
"Isn't he a diviner? Why can't he divine it himself?"
"You should know the strength of the Great Xia Sword Immortal by now. She chased us all the way from Olympus to here. At that level of existence, how could a mere proxy of hers possibly predict her movements?"
"Fair point... But why did you raise your hand to trade with him? Do you actually intend to tell him that the Great Xia Sword Immortal is pursuing us?"
"I just wanted to probe him a bit, then feed him some false information casually. As for the proxies' so-called pursuit... Tsk."
The No. 3 agent sneered.
A bunch of proxies, if they dared to pursue a bona fide deity, they'd truly have reached the end of their days.
"Speaking of which, don't you feel that these proxies are looking at us rather strangely?" The No. 4 agent spoke after a moment of silence.
The No. 3 agent frowned slightly, his gaze beneath the hat brim sweeping across the surroundings. Most of the proxies on the second floor were secretly observing the two of them—their gazes shifting between suspicion, fervor, and hesitation... like a pack of wolves sizing up sheep.
"What's going on? Have we been exposed?"
"That shouldn't be the case... Could that diviner have told them something?"
The No. 4 agent shook his head. "It doesn't matter. They're just ants. Even if they learned the truth, what could they possibly do?"
The transactions on the second floor concluded gradually, and everyone descended the stairs to return to the gathering hall on the first floor.
"The transaction session has concluded. This year's gathering is now over." The No. 1 agent stood in the center of the hall, speaking slowly. "Next, everyone please exit in order according to your numbers, from the lowest to the high—"
"Wait!"
Someone in the crowd suddenly interrupted the No. 1 agent.
A figure stepped forward and calmly spoke amidst the gazes of others:
"I have no objection to exiting in numerical order, but this time... I hope we can leave from the highest number to the lowest."
At these words, some faces showed confusion, but most people's eyes lit up!
And those whose eyes sparkled were all the proxies who had traded with Lin Qiye.
Following Lin Qiye's hint, everyone had come to regard the No. 3 and No. 4 agents as suspected targets of the Dual-God Proxies. Though they didn't know if it was true or false, since there was even a sliver of possibility, they didn't want to miss it. After all, once they left this place, who knew when they'd encounter the Dual-God Proxies again.
They wanted to make a move on the No. 3 and No. 4 agents, but the critical issue was that combat was forbidden at the gathering. It would be unrealistic to capture them here.
And after the gathering dispersed, based on the departure order, the No. 3 and No. 4 agents would be among the earliest to leave. By the time other proxies departed this place, they'd have long disappeared.
But the proposal from this proxy perfectly solved the problem.
Leaving in numerical order? No problem. As long as they reversed the order, the No. 3 and No. 4 agents would be the last to leave.
That way, the proxies who left first could set up an ambush around Notre-Dame. When those two left, they could strike all at once!
If they really were the Dual-God Proxies, that would be perfect. If not, they'd lost nothing.
Realizing the key to this strategy, the proxies interested in the Dual-God pair began to waver. A strange, unspoken consensus began to spread through the venue.
"Leave starting from the highest number? This..." The No. 1 agent's expression turned troubled, as if encountering such a request for the first time.
"I agree." From somewhere in the hall, someone immediately spoke up. "As long as we leave by number order, starting from the highest shouldn't be a problem."
"I agree as well."
"Agreed."
"..."
One voice after another rang out from the crowd, but the expressions of the No. 3 and No. 4 agents grew peculiar.
"This isn't right... Why would they suddenly propose leaving from the highest number? Could they have actually sensed our intentions?" The No. 4 agent's expression grew serious.
"So what if they did?" The No. 3 agent sneered. "During our time on the second floor, I left marks on all the proxies who fit the criteria. Even if they leave first, they'll never escape my grasp...
If it weren't for顾忌 this No. 1 agent's true body might leak information, I'd have already stepped forward and taken control of all of them."
The No. 4 agent nodded slightly.
As the voices agreeing to the reversed order grew louder and louder, the No. 1 agent had no choice but to put it to a vote.
In the end, with nearly two-thirds raising their hands in approval, the reversed departure order was adopted.
No. 38, No. 37, No. 36... Every five minutes, another figure left the hall, and Notre-Dame grew increasingly desolate.
After some time had passed, the No. 5 agent stood up and walked directly toward the gate.
A flicker of gray light shimmered around him as the entire person transformed into a streak of light and shot into the sky!
The No. 5 agent was also one of those who had learned the whereabouts of the Dual-God Proxies from Lin Qiye. Since the No. 4 agent was next to leave, he had only five minutes to choose an ambush location.
He circled around Notre-Dame first, finding an ancient tower as a high vantage point. Just as he landed on the rooftop, a voice came from below:
"This spot's taken. Find somewhere else."
This sudden shout startled the No. 5 agent. He glanced down and saw three proxies already crowded on the small rooftop. One of them had looked up, glaring at him with evident annoyance.
"...Sorry."
The No. 5 agent's lips twitched slightly. He flew off to another tall building.
"Brother, go somewhere else. This place already has enough people hiding here." Before he could land, a proxy hiding on the roof spoke up.
No. 5 agent: ...
So all of you who left so early were here lying in wait?
The No. 5 agent cursed silently and could only search for another hiding spot. After being turned away four or five times, he finally found an unguarded ruin in the southeastern corner.
After the No. 5 agent took his position, the mist outside Notre-Dame once again fell into dead silence.
Pairs of eyes hid within the shadows of the fog, tightly watching the gates of Notre-Dame, like hunters crouched in a dark mountain forest, waiting for prey to emerge.
One minute, two minutes... five minutes.
Finally, a figure emerged from the tall arched doorway. Above the black hat brim, the words "04" were inscribed.
He paused briefly at the gate, then walked straight toward a certain direction.
"GO!!!"
From within the mist, someone roared. Over twenty silhouettes flew out simultaneously!
"Die, Lin Qiye!!"