# 1218
Chapter 1219: The "Star Coin" That Was Led Away
In the distance, Cloud held the Holy Grail in his palm. Seeing this scene, a smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
His fingertip lifted.
CRACK——!!
A thick bolt of lightning cleaved down from the sky, instantly shattering the petrified old city lord into scattered fragments across the ground.
The golden scepter tumbled onto the ancient stone bricks, emitting a humming sound as it rolled along the uneven path, clattering toward the front.
Without the scepter, the old city lord was merely an ordinary person. He couldn't withstand even a shred of Cloud's lightning power.
After using the power of the Holy Grail to kill the old city lord in one strike, Cloud turned to look at the two utterly disheveled agents before him. Their expressions had already turned ghastly pale.
In terms of frontal combat strength, the two of them were no match for Cloud to begin with. Now that the enemy had gotten his hands on the Holy Grail first, their chances of victory had become impossibly slim.
"C-Cloud... this is all a misunderstanding..." One of the agents swallowed hard, forcing a smile onto his face.
"Look, even if you kill us now, you'll only gain two corpses... but there are more than a dozen people out there searching for the Holy Grail. If they join forces, even with the Holy Grail in your hands, you might not win. Let us go, and we'll help you set up an ambush to kill them. Then you can gain a massive amount of offerings all at once..."
"That's right, we may not be good at direct combat, but we're masters of scheming and intrigue!"
"We can be useful to you, really!"
Listening to their almost pleading tones, Cloud remained unmoved.
He glanced at the Holy Grail in his hand and spoke calmly, "Now that I have the Holy Grail, even if all a dozen of them came at me together, they wouldn't be my match... For me, your only value is to become offerings."
FZZZT——!!
A dense curtain of lightning descended from the sky like a forest of thunder, instantly engulfing both agents.
Cloud didn't动用 the Holy Grail—after all, each use of this divine artifact consumed the collected life force. Instead, his physical body transformed into lightning and charged directly into the forest of thunder, engaging in close combat with the two agents.
At this moment.
Beneath the ruins of the Ancient Well, three stone statues gradually materialized from nothingness.
They raised their heads, gazing at the successive flashes of thunderous light in the sky.
"Good, the developments are proceeding as we anticipated..."
"The life force of those agents is far more abundant than ordinary humans. As long as we let the Holy Grail absorb a bit more, it will be completely refined."
The central stone statue said nothing, merely staring at the sky, as if searching for something.
Finally, its gaze slightly focused.
In a corner of the pitch-black night sky, a faint azure glow flickered gently. If one didn't look carefully, it could be easily overlooked.
If one flew up to the sky and looked closely, they could see it was a rotating Star Coin.
It hovered high above, bouncing and spinning as it drifted toward the chaotic battlefield below, like an audience member who had developed interest, slowly approaching the performance stage.
"It's the Star Coin." The central stone statue spoke. "It was indeed drawn here."
"The Star Coin loves negative emotions like anger and despair. The betrayal and slaughter among these agents suits its palate perfectly." Another stone statue said.
"The Star Coin's personality is extremely cautious. It's too far from us right now—if we act rashly, we might startle it and drive it away. Let's wait for it to get closer before catching it."
"Agreed."
The three stone statues stared simultaneously at the Star Coin descending through the sky, like hunters waiting for their prey to gradually approach.
As the Star Coin descended lower, the three stone statues trembled slightly, seemingly ready to strike at any moment. But just then, the rotating Star Coin in the sky seemed to sense something. It suddenly changed direction and "looked" toward a certain area outside the city.
Its rotation speed increased slightly. Its form flickered and vanished in an instant, turning into a streak of pale blue light.
The three stone statues were taken aback simultaneously.
"The Star Coin left? How is that possible?"
"The battle here isn't over yet—did it lose interest in the negative emotions here? How could that be..."
"It's not that it lost interest." The central stone statue fell silent for a moment. "I think it saw a 'stage' that could attract it even more, so it was drawn away."
"Apart from here, where else could there be so many negative emotions?" One of the stone statues asked, puzzled.
The central stone statue didn't answer. It turned its head slightly, gazing into the distance beyond the city in the direction the Star Coin had departed...
The Dried Oasis.
A dozen completely different God's Ruins auras collided with each other, producing thunderous crashes.
Lin Qiye stood at the edge of the oasis, calm and composed as he observed the chaotic battlefield before him.
Under Wealthy's deliberate guidance, the suspicion and doubt Lin Qiye had planted in the hearts of the numerous agents finally erupted. Under the pressure of the life countdown and the temptation of the Holy Grail, everyone descended into madness, viewing each other as offerings while continuously approaching that golden glow in the sky.
Everyone wanted the Holy Grail; no one wanted anyone else to obtain it.
Once this "Supreme"-grade divine artifact fell into the hands of any single agent, the entire battlefield would be completely reshaped, resulting in a crushing, one-sided situation.
"That Persian mythology fire god agent has decent strength... Too bad he was too flamboyant and got directly surrounded and attacked by everyone."
"A few agents lurking around the edges are still trying to观望—now if they don't act, they'll miss their chance completely..."
"No wonder这家伙 ranked fourth among the Ten Forefront—this Vishnu agent, Pashcal, really has something to him."
"..."
Lin Qiye kept observing the battlefield while silently analyzing the situation in his mind.
No matter how these agents fought and slaughtered each other, not a single one came to cause trouble for Lin Qiye. In fact, they all tacitly avoided the area where Lin Qiye stood. This was both a gesture of goodwill and a form of protection.
In everyone's eyes, Lin Qiye's identity as the Prophet was their guarantee for surviving and leaving this place.
As time passed, more than half of the agents in the chaotic battle had been killed or wounded. Pashcal, who had been quietly moving along the edges of the battlefield, finally began to make his move. Relying on his terrifying strength, he broke through the encirclement and pressed toward the golden glow in the sky.
At this moment, he could already faintly make out that it was a golden wine pitcher.
The Holy Grail... shouldn't it be a cup?
A flicker of doubt crossed Pashcal's mind.
But soon, he cast this question aside. A wine pitcher and a cup weren't all that different. Perhaps in the culture of Uruk's era, this object was some special vessel classified as a "cup."
Pashcal's spiritual power surged outward. His palm, like a grinding stone, smashed the heads of two more agents. He reached directly for the golden wine pitcher!