# 1214
Chapter 1215: Myles' Prophecy
A setting sun slowly sank beneath the golden desert horizon.
The lingering glow painted the weary faces in a veil of crimson light. They glanced at the endless sand stretching around them, their expressions filled with worry.
How long have we been walking? Didn't Myles say it would be quick?
Yeah, and this treasury is enormous.
Could Myles have gotten lost?
Impossible! Myles is a prophet. How could he get lost?
Have you forgotten what happens to those who question Myles' prophecies?
The agents turned to glare at the one who had doubted getting lost. The latter immediately fell silent.
After those two agents had ignored Lin Qiye's warning, flown up into the sky on their own, and died horribly, Lin Qiye's credibility among the group had reached its peak.
And those agents with a bit more acumen had already begun trying to curry favor with Lin Qiye.
"My name is Kyle. I'm the agent of Atar, the fire god of Persian mythology." One agent walked up beside Lin Qiye and said with a smile, "I've long heard that Merlin, the God of Prophecy and Magic, is the progenitor of divination. He knows the past and future, and can even foresee things about his agents. Now I see, his reputation is well-deserved."
Another agent beside him sneered: "Persian mythology? A declining minor pantheon, and Atar dares call himself a fire god? My name is Eiffel, agent of an Olympian god…"
The other agents all stepped forward, advancing while striking up conversations with Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye's prophetic abilities were evident to everyone. Combined with his amicable, magnanimous, composed, and knowledgeable demeanor and character, befriending him was definitely the right choice.
Even after they left the King's Treasury, if they ever had doubts or uncertainties, they might seek his help with prophecies.
Lin Qiye smiled politely at every agent who came to speak with him.
"Come to think of it, we all came together because of our hunt for the Dual God Agent. So, after we capture the Dual God Agent, if I extract the secrets of dual god agency, I'll share them with you!"
An agent chuckled and slapped Lin Qiye's shoulder.
Lin Qiye's smile froze for a moment.
Indeed, with Myles' prophetic abilities, capturing the Dual God Agent would be a cinch. Then they could join forces to hunt and share intelligence.
Perhaps they could even extract some secrets of Great Xia and submit them to their divine kingdoms for considerable rewards…
…
The more they talked, the more excited they became. Not long ago they had been plotting against each other in the mist, but now they acted like close friends, conspiring to trade benefits from their respective divine kingdoms.
Lin Qiye watched these agents' eager faces and inwardly scoffed.
He knew exactly what kind of people these agents were. Through the gatherings, he had seen them clearly—mercenary creatures who would easily betray the gods they represented, even their divine kingdoms, for profit. How could they possibly be good people?
Perhaps among all agents, there were indeed some decent ones, but those present in this treasury were certainly not.
Lin Qiye had not forgotten that the reason these agents were here was because they wanted to capture him and extract the secrets of dual god agency and Great Xia.
This temporary alliance was nothing more than playing parts for the sake of shared interests.
With just a little provocation, this seemingly united group would immediately fall apart like scattered sand.
Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed slightly.
The prophet persona he had been building for so long… was finally time to put it to use.
Amid the agents' flattery, Lin Qiye suddenly stopped walking.
The many agents behind him froze and stopped as well.
"Are we there?" someone asked, puzzled.
On the gradually darkening desert, Lin Qiye turned to face the agents behind him. His gaze was first somewhat dazed, then slowly filled with shock.
He instinctively stepped back, his face full of wariness!
"You…" Lin Qiye murmured.
Seeing Lin Qiye's strange behavior, the agents were confused.
"What's wrong with us?"
"Yeah, Myles, what happened?"
"Did your intuition kick in again? Or did you have another prophecy?"
Amid the agents' urgent questions, Lin Qiye's brow furrowed tightly. He reached up to rub his temples, as if wrestling with some internal conflict.
"I… suddenly have a bad premonition."
Hearing these words, everyone's hearts simultaneously sank.
"What kind of premonition?"
Lin Qiye didn't answer. He sat down right where he was, took out a crystal ball from his chest, and began to prophesy with solemn expression.
The agents huddled anxiously around Lin Qiye. Beneath the black dome of the sky, only a wisp of magical radiance flickered in the desolate desert.
Finally, Lin Qiye put away the crystal ball. He looked at the surrounding agents, his expression complex beyond words.
"Myles, stop keeping us in suspense. What did you see?" the agents pressed.
Seeing Lin Qiye's expression shift again and again, mysterious and unfathomable, their hearts were itching with curiosity.
Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, then sighed deeply:
"I… saw you killing each other in front of the Holy Grail."
"Killing each other?!"
The agents' brows knit.
"I saw us arriving at that oasis. Before we could successfully summon the Holy Grail, you all suddenly attacked, slaughtering each other.
Blood dyed the parched earth crimson. The entire oasis was razed to rubble. By the time only a few remained standing, the Holy Grail rose from the dark cavern, bathed in blood, granting wishes to the survivors…
They used the lives of the fallen agents as offerings to the Holy Grail, making wishes to erase the divine marks from their bodies and regain their freedom."
Lin Qiye's voice drifted through the cold desert wind, landing in the agents' ears like thunderous rumbling.
"Offering lives to the Holy Grail to erase the divine marks in our bodies?!"
"So it could be done that way!"
The agents' minds raced, their eyes flickering with calculation.
Gather the four Supreme God artifacts to slay the two gods… Though it had a sliver of possibility, the risk was far too great!
Between trying to kill gods and killing other agents, as long as one's brain was functioning, they would definitely choose the latter.
In the pitch-black desert, seventeen or eighteen agents fell silent simultaneously. Their eyes swept over each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"It sounds tempting," Pakhash said slowly. "Perhaps everyone here has already thought of this possibility, but kept it buried, waiting until we were before the Holy Grail to strike suddenly…
"But now Myles has exposed it through prophecy. That means the future can be changed."
"Right. Our ultimate goal is to kill those two gods and then break out with the divine artifacts. We shouldn't turn on each other for personal gain." Someone among the agents immediately agreed.
"I also think we should abandon such ideas and supervise each other."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah…"
…
The agents' dry laughter echoed under the night sky.