# 1221
Chapter 1222: Seven Gods' Proxy
When Pakash saw Lin Qiye disappear, he immediately looked up at the sky above.
Seeing the pale blue glow spinning between Lin Qiye's palms, Pakash froze.
"...King's [Star Coins]?"
Then, as if having figured something out, his expression grew increasingly ferocious. "You set up this trap to obtain the King's [Star Coins]?!"
"That's right." Lin Qiye smiled faintly. "Unfortunately, you realized too late."
Dazzling magical radiance flickered between Lin Qiye's palms, and in the next instant, a snow-white blade materialized.
A soft ring echoed as the blade left its sheath!
Lin Qiye gripped the [Star Coins] in one hand and [White Slash] in the other, his form vanishing into nothingness in an instant.
Pakash's pupils contracted, instinctively retreating backward. A blade's edge slashed out from the void, almost grazing his neck before striking one of his arms.
The razor-sharp blade sunk deeply into the dull-yellow Buddhist robe, yet it didn't sever the arm—instead, it lodged firmly inside as if cutting into steel, not moving a single inch!
A flicker of surprise crossed Lin Qiye's eyes.
Even [White Slash] couldn't slice through it—this was enough to show how impossibly hard the Buddhist robe on Pakash's skin was. No wonder Pakash had fought against the crowd earlier and still managed to escape unscathed.
Pakash coldly snorted, not retreating but advancing instead. He trapped Lin Qiye's blade with his arm, his eyes erupting with the overwhelming power of a Supreme God, and directly slammed toward the nearby Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye gazed at the four-armed Vishnu avatar behind Pakash. The gust of wind mixed with terrifying divine might brushed past his cheek, lifting a few strands of black hair.
His eyes narrowed slightly:
"You want to compete with divine might against me?"
In the dawn desert, a pair of brilliant golden rays more dazzling than the sun burst forth from Lin Qiye's eyes!
Seraph Divine Might!
Sensing the formidable divine pressure emanating from Lin Qiye, Pakash's expression tightened. Just as he was about to slam into Lin Qiye using the Vishnu robe, it was as if he had seen something, and his face changed drastically!
Behind Lin Qiye, one after another, divine avatars manifested!
Nyx, Goddess of the Night; Merlin, God of Magic and Prophecy; Bragi, God of Music and Poetry; Idun, Goddess of Youth; the Great Sage Equal to Heaven clad in a tattered cassock; and the Hero King Gilgamesh, dressed in royal robes, gazing upon all creation with disdain!
Seven waves of divine pressure, like a tsunami sweeping across the earth, crashed violently into Pakash's chest!
BOOM—!!
A dull thud rang out. The Vishnu avatar behind Pakash shattered instantly. His body lost control and fell backward, retreating nearly ten steps before barely stabilizing.
Large beads of sweat slid down his cheek. He stared blankly at the gradually fading divine avatars behind Lin Qiye, his face full of disbelief.
"One, two, three, four, five, six... seven?!" Pakash's eyes went wide. "You're not a dual-god proxy... you're the proxy of seven gods?!!"
"How is this possible?!"
Lin Qiye's cloak fluttered in the raging sand. He walked calmly toward Pakash and said indifferently:
"So... your intelligence is severely outdated."
Pakash clenched his jaw tightly. After finally recovering from the shock of Lin Qiye being a seven-god proxy, he spoke hoarsely:
"What does it matter how many gods you represent? Battle isn't about the quantity of divine might... As long as you're still 'Klein,' you're not invincible—just more versatile.
The top two of the [Ten Divinities] are true monsters. Even if you're a seven-god proxy, you can't possibly match them."
Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow. "Thanks for the heads up."
Lin Qiye transformed into a streak of night, instantly flashing before Pakash, carrying terrifying spiritual power as he clashed with Pakash!
Piercing explosions rang out consecutively in the desert. Endless sand churned skyward. The already exhausted and heavily wounded Pakash, under Lin Qiye's fierce assault, could only rely on his Buddhist robe to defend passively, retreating steadily.
Seeing this, Lin Qiye flipped his palm. The original [White Slash] had vanished, replaced by Ame-no-Murakumo in his grasp.
SIZZLE—!
A sword glow flashed, easily severing one of Pakash's arms. Before Pakash could react, Lin Qiye struck three more consecutive blows, cutting off all of Pakash's arms.
"How is this possible?" Pakash exclaimed.
He channeled his spiritual power, the torn flesh at the wound quickly writhing, attempting to regenerate the arms. However, there was an inexplicable force suppressing all regeneration.
Then, as if realizing something, Pakash exclaimed, "This is Ame-no-Murakumo? You have Ame-no-Murakumo?!"
"You guessed correctly." Lin Qiye held the long sword calmly. "Unfortunately, it's time for you to go."
A sword glow flashed. Pakash's stunned head was hurled high into the air. The incredibly hard Buddhist robe, under Ame-no-Murakumo's blade, was as fragile as paper mache.
As the dull-yellow Buddhist robe receded, Pakash's body collapsed heavily into the yellow sand. His vital signs quickly faded.
Lin Qiye swept the area with his spiritual sense, confirming Pakash was truly dead, before sheathing Ame-no-Murakumo.
Pakash's combat ability had indeed exceeded his expectations.
After透支潜 力 killing seven or eight proxies in succession, he still had enough strength to grapple with Lin Qiye for so long. If Lin Qiye hadn't wielded Ame-no-Murakumo, capable of cutting through that robe, Pakash might have truly escaped with his life.
This battle also served as a wake-up call for Lin Qiye. The world within the mist was far more dangerous than within Great Xia's borders. Pakash's strength was already quite formidable. For him to call the top two of the [Ten Divinities] "monsters"... they absolutely wouldn't be so simple.
The rising sun at the edge of the desert thoroughly dispelled the darkness of the sky. Skeletal remains lay scattered across the barren desert, and flowing blood had dyed the desolate sand a bloody red.
On this Vast Desert stage, only one person emerged as the final victor.
Lin Qiye brushed the sand from his Crimson Cloak, gripped the [Star Coins], and stepped over the blood-soaked desert of corpses, slowly walking toward Wu City.
...
Wu City.
The thunderclouds pressing down upon the sky gradually dispersed.
Klein held the [Holy Grail] and stepped out from the dancing lightning arcs. Two wisps of flesh and blood floated up from the thunder pool and fell into the crimson wine liquid within the [Holy Grail].
The dreamlike wine liquid gently rippled, reflecting Klein's calm face.
Except for him, all the other proxies who had descended into the Ancient Well had become sacrifices for the [Holy Grail], and would serve as stepping stones for him to erase his own markings.
"Not enough..." Klein murmured to himself.
His gaze fell upon the chaotic ancient city in the distance.
The city lord had been killed by the [Holy Grail], and combined with the heavenly phenomena of large-scale lightning strikes just now, all the residents within the city had fallen into panic. The lightning-induced flames had ignited several houses, and the fire was rapidly spreading throughout the city.
"Could it be... I have to massacre the entire city?" Klein's expression showed some reluctance.