# 1252
Chapter 1253: Enraged Thor
Upon receiving Lin Qiye's affirmative reply, Number 22's smile deepened.
"What's your plan?" Number 22 asked immediately.
Lin Qiye contemplated for a moment, not answering the question directly but instead asking in return:
"How many artifacts did you smuggle out of the King's Treasury?"
Number 22's expression darkened.
From Gilgamesh's words, Lin Qiye had learned that artifacts were missing. At the time of the incident in the treasury, apart from the Sumerian Gods, Lin Qiye and the others, the only person who could have taken artifacts was the survivor, Number 22.
Without error, the missing King's [Holy Grail] and King's [Treasure Sword] were in his possession.
Number 22's eyes flickered, as if wrestling with some internal conflict. At the same time, Lin Qiye's voice continued unhurriedly:
"You yourself said we're on the same side. Now do you still want to hide those artifacts as a backup plan?
If you have any tricks up your sleeve, you'd better say them now. It'll save a lot of unnecessary trouble."
Number 22 gritted his teeth and forced himself to say, "The silver lock that can bind gods, along with the [Scepter] and [Treasure Sword]... they're all with me. However, they've already been taken away by them now."
"So, they kept you alive because they want to use you to activate the [Scepter] when the time comes?"
Lin Qiye immediately deduced the gods' intention for keeping Number 22 alive.
"...Yes." Number 22 continued, "But what does this have to do with our plan?"
"Only by knowing under what circumstances they would willingly release you from here can we proceed with the subsequent actions, isn't that right?" Lin Qiye asked rhetorically.
Number 22 fell silent.
"I need to think about it."
Lin Qiye also stopped talking. He leaned alone against the corner of the cell, closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.
In reality, his mind was racing.
To be honest, escaping from this place wasn't particularly difficult for Lin Qiye. After all, with the [Holy Grail] in hand, he had the底气 to make wishes come true.
But the problem was, his goal wasn't simply to escape like Number 22. His goal was to find the perfect timing to open the Bifröst to Asgard for the Gods of Great Xia!
Once the scope widened, there were many more factors to consider.
If he used the [Holy Grail], would Number 22 become envious? Would he force Lin Qiye to use the [Holy Grail] to take him out of here? After that, would he turn around and betray Lin Qiye? Would the offering left in the [Holy Grail] be sufficient to complete this mission?
After careful deliberation, Lin Qiye abandoned the idea of directly using the [Holy Grail] to escape. It would be best not to let Number 22 know that the [Holy Grail] was in his possession at all.
After all, he knew exactly what kind of person Number 22 was.
Without using the [Holy Grail], the only way to leave was to have Thor release them personally...
In Lin Qiye's mind, he quickly recalled the news he had heard on the streets of Asgard that day.
"The missing Sif..." Lin Qiye's eyes slowly opened, as if he had thought of something, a gleam of light flickering in his gaze.
He stood up from the ground, walked quickly to the cell door, and forcefully struck the red-colored railing.
"You looking to die?!"
A guard responsible for watching the cages hurried over, speaking with a ferocious expression.
"I want to see Thor." Lin Qiye said calmly.
...
Asgard.
Thor walked out of his own temple, his expression阴沉。
"How did it go?" The war god Tyr stood below the steps and asked.
"Nothing." Thor clenched his fists tightly, bloodshot threads crawling into his eyes. "Every place that could be searched, I've searched. Sif wouldn't leave without a word unless..."
"Unless someone secretly kidnapped him." Tyr completed the sentence.
Thor said nothing, only silently turning to gaze in a certain direction, his eyes filled with chilling rage.
In Asgard, there weren't many who had the ability to secretly kidnap the goddess of harvest, and only one who had the motive to do so.
"LOKI!!"
Thor roared, the muscles in both arms bulging grotesquely.
With a thunderous boom, the temple steps beneath his feet exploded into a massive crater. His figure transformed into a thick bolt of lightning, instantly streaking across the sky!
The war god Tyr's form flickered, following closely behind.
This bolt of lightning, carrying killing intent and a roar, quickly attracted the attention of the Norse Gods along the way. They gazed疑惑ly in the direction Thor had departed, as if thinking of something, and their expressions all changed.
Loki's Temple.
A bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, turning all the stone tiles before the temple into flying debris.
Thor, draped in a red cloak and gripping his silver hammer, had bolts of lightning flickering around him like serpents. Those lightning-surrounded eyes were filled with killing intent.
"LOKI!! Get out here!"
Thor bellowed.
Without waiting for a response, he vanished and reappeared before the grand temple gates. As he raised his silver hammer, dense thunderous light swept forth like a tsunami, directly crashing open the doors!
His roar echoed through the dim, silent hall. Within the grand temple, no one emerged, no one responded, as if a chasm-like maw was waiting for him to enter.
Thor's brow furrowed. Stepping on lightning, he strode inside.
In the flickering lightning, a long-haired figure gradually emerged from the darkness.
"Si Xiaonan?" Thor recognized the young woman's face, his brow creasing even tighter.
He took a step forward. A flash of lightning instantly appeared before Si Xiaonan. His thick arm seized her throat and slowly lifted her from the ground.
Under Thor's terrifying divine power and lightning, Si Xiaonan had no ability to resist. She clutched at Thor's wrist, her face pale white.
"You told me the location of the King's Treasury—did you do that just to get us away so Loki could seize the opportunity to kidnap Sif?" Thor glared at Si Xiaonan, whose痛苦 was evident, his bloodshot eyes boring into hers as he spoke through gritted teeth, "You and Loki... you're both birds of a feather."
Si Xiaonan struggled to meet Thor's raging gaze, her lips pressing together tightly, saying nothing.
Thor watched Si Xiaonan's eyes gradually lose focus, her breathing growing increasingly labored. He glanced toward the depths of the hall and his thunderous voice rang out once more:
"LOKI!! Are you going to just stand by and watch me kill your agent? Is your heart really made of iron?!"
As his words fell, Thor hurled the dying Si Xiaonan away with all his strength. The latter crashed into the inner temple wall in the corner, emitting a痛苦闷哼.
Si Xiaonan trembled as she touched the pitch-black strangle marks on her neck, gasping frantically. Her gaze toward Thor was complex.
In the end, Thor still didn't kill her.
At this moment, a figure leisurely rose from the throne in the depths of the hall. In the dimness, Loki propped his chin on one hand, squinting down at the lightning-surrounded Thor below, and coldly laughed:
"Since you wouldn't really kill her anyway... isn't that right? My hypocritical and pitiful Thor."