# 1199
Chapter 1200: Death's 01
Notre-Dame Cathedral.
Above the devastated earth, hazy mist drifted over pools of blood, the air thick with a pungent, metallic scent.
Bodies lay scattered across the ruins, motionless, their forms twisted in grotesque angles—countless bones shattered, barely clinging to the last thread of life.
At the center of this crater-like battlefield stood a cloaked figure, the wind tugging at the wide brim of their hood where the number "04" fluttered in the breeze.
Before them, three proxy figures remained, swaying unsteadily as they struggled to stay upright, their gazes filled with utter terror.
Creak—!
The ancient door groaned open. Five minutes had passed. The 03 emerged from within Notre-Dame.
His gaze swept across the devastated battlefield, a mocking glint flickering in his eyes. He walked calmly to the 04's side and spoke:
"Three still standing... You're getting rusty, Hephaestus."
"I held back." The 04 replied flatly. "These few are quite capable. If they get hurt too badly now... it won't be convenient for them to work for us."
"Fair enough." The 03's eyes scanned the surroundings. "Where are the other proxies? You didn't kill them, did you?"
"No."
"Good. There are some promising ones among them. Though their combat strength isn't much, they could be useful at critical moments."
The 03 strode forward, dragging another dozen proxies from the half-dead群, dumping them on the ground like corpses.
The 03 grabbed one proxy by the hair, revealing the number "22" clearly etched onto their blood-soaked brim.
"And this one—he's been to the King's Treasury. He must know some key information he hasn't shared."
The 03 raised his hand and patted the 22's forehead lightly. A flash of light pulsed into the body. The semi-unconscious 22 whimpered twice before being tossed aside.
The 03 repeated the process on each unconscious proxy, then finally approached the three who were still勉强 standing.
"09, 17, 38... Thor, Vishnu... and Ra? Egypt's Sun City has fallen, yet somehow a proxy survived?" The 03 stared at the 38 with surprise. After a moment, he coldly smiled. "A Supreme God proxy with no backing—truly perfect."
The three proxies fixed their gazes on the 03 and 04 before them. The 09's eyes were full of confusion:
"Why... why would two gods混入the proxy gathering? How is this possible..."
The 03 walked up to him, speaking with evident interest:
"I'm curious—what exactly did the seer, number 33, tell you all? What made you so unified in coming after us two?"
Under the divine pressure of the 03, the 17 remained silent for a moment before recounting what had happened.
"He actually foresaw our identities... and used the information about dual-god proxies to lure these agents into attacking us, making his escape in advance. This seer—he's no ordinary person."
The 04 said gravely.
"His target must also be the King's Treasury. He might already be on his way there..." The 03 narrowed his eyes. For the first time, this mysterious seer and god of magic proxy had actually given him a sense of urgency.
His gaze fell upon the three proxies before him as he spoke calmly:
"Now, you have two choices. Either die... or help us with something."
...
With the 03 and 04 leading away more than a dozen proxies into the mist, the ruined city once again fell into dead silence.
Inside Notre-Dame Cathedral.
On the second floor, the 01—who had witnessed the entire exchange—frowned slightly.
"Two Olympian gods..."
He stood motionless like a statue for a long while, then descended the stairs. Spotting the 02 slumped in the center of the main hall, he coldly harrumphed.
A cold, machine-like voice emerged from beneath the hood: "02, you should leave."
"B-but..."
The 02 gestured outward, pointing at the devastated ruins beyond the cathedral. Their eyes were filled with terror and lingering fear.
They too had exchanged information about dual-god proxies with Lin Qiye. Had the 01 not suddenly changed the departure order to reverse sequence, they would now be lying among the fallen outside.
"They've already left. You may go." The 01's voice carried no emotional波动.
The 02 glanced at the deathly silent mist beyond the door, stumbled to their feet, hesitated briefly, then tightened their hood and rushed into the mist, departing.
The vast emptiness of Notre-Dame now held only the 01, pacing the ancient hall.
He slowly made his way to a secluded room, withdrawing a list from a hidden compartment, and began examining it carefully.
"09, Jack Cloud, Norse Asgard thunder god Thor proxy, ranked sixth among the 【Ten Preceptors】."
"17, Pashcal, one of the three Supreme Gods of the Indian Temple, Vishnu proxy, ranked fourth among the 【Ten Preceptors】."
"38, Bifeitu, Egyptian Sun City Supreme God 'Ra' proxy, ranked second among the 【Ten Preceptors】..."
"The Olympians really spared no expense to get their hands on the King's Treasury."
The 01 coldly snorted.
He carried the list to a wall lined with brass tubes, then lifted the cap of one tube.
The moment the cap opened, a faint humming sound echoed from within, drifting through the room. Listening carefully, one could hear two voices conversing.
These were no divine artifacts—merely modified simple metal phonographs. Each brass tube connected to a transaction room on the second floor.
Without any spiritual or divine energy波动, they were purely physical devices. Even the gods hadn't noticed their existence, assuming they were merely unusual pipes built into this ancient structure.
The 01 sat quietly by the tubes, listening intently to each room's transaction recordings, one after another.
After finishing all the recordings, he深吸一口气 and rose from his seat.
"Brown Myers... King's Treasury... Gilgamesh..." He paced the cramped room, lost in thought. "Perhaps I can use this opportunity to muddy the waters of Asgard as well..."
He stopped before a narrow stained-glass window, his peripheral vision catching sight of something in the corner of the room—three corpses that had been there for who knows how long.
The three bodies were identical in build and appearance. The two on the sides were withered duplicates, while the central one was the original.
"01, Ram Bard, Indian Temple Moharoga proxy, ranked seventh among the 【Ten Preceptors】." The 01 glanced down at the list in his hand, then spoke softly to the three identical corpses in the corner:
"Many thanks to you. Because of you, I was able to collect so much information at once... The plan can be refined further."
He reached up and gripped the brim of his own hat, the one marked "01," and slowly removed it.
Faint light filtered through the stained-glass window, illuminating the unremarkable young woman's face beneath the hood.
A faint smile curved her lips.
The Trickster God proxy—
Si Xiaonan.