# 1258
Chapter 1259: Extreme Tug of War
Upon hearing Lin Qiye's words, Mumu tilted its head in confusion, as if unable to understand what he meant.
But in the next moment, its thin body shuddered. The Holy Grail that had been swallowed into its belly responded to Lin Qiye's wish, and a stream of illusory light rippled through it.
Mumu looked as if it had swallowed a flickering neon light. Its bandage-wrapped belly flickered for a moment, and the flame thruster on its back spun out of control, carrying Lin Qiye racing straight toward a certain direction!
The situation had exceeded Lin Qiye's expectations.
He had thought that once Sif's approximate location was found, Thor could easily rescue her, which would increase Thor's trust in him and buy more room for maneuver in their subsequent actions.
But he never expected that Loki had left a contingency plan even in the underworld. Now Hodr was half-dead, and Thor and Tyr might not be a match for Hela. If they kept delaying like this, not only would they fail to rescue Sif, but they would also be torn apart by the twelve mountain-sized monsters!
The only solution at present was to find Sif as quickly as possible and leave this godforsaken place.
As Lin Qiye adjusted his direction, Number 22, who wasn't far away, gritted his teeth and turned as well, following closely!
Behind him, the underworld bone dragon chasing him flapped its wings and turned as well.
Three figures began a bizarre chase through the underworld.
Number 22 was well aware that he could never defeat the underworld bone dragon by himself. The only way out was to drag Lin Qiye into this mess!
As a proxy for a lecherous god, whether in terms of combat strength or God's Ruins abilities, Number 22 was no match for most proxies. But the reason he had made it this far, surviving in the King's Treasury through sheer determination, was a single word—ruthlessness!
Ruthless not just to enemies, but to cheap allies like Lin Qiye, and even to himself!
He could do anything—have no shame, sell his body—anything as long as he could survive!
Watching Number 22 and the bone dragon behind him getting closer, Lin Qiye's expression gradually darkened.
"Mumu, fire!"
"Hee-hee~!"
Mumu's back bulged like a hill. Beneath the scattered bandages, two jet-black cannons extended outward, aimed at Number 22 behind them.
Number 22's pupils constricted sharply.
BOOM BOOM!!
Two fireballs tore through the sky, rushing straight toward Number 22's face.
Number 22 cursed inwardly, bit off two fingers, and spat them out violently. The two finger segments swelled in the storm, rapidly transforming into two massive balls of flesh.
The flesh balls writhed, and human facial features and limbs continuously manifested upon them. But under Number 22's control, their legs and heads didn't grow. Instead, both arms stretched like rubber to dozens of meters long, weaving into a net that caught the two shells and hurled them backward!
The shells' trajectory was altered by Number 22, smashing directly into the underworld bone dragon's torso. Two blinding fireballs erupted violently.
Seeing that this attack hadn't killed Number 22, Lin Qiye let out a surprised exclamation.
"Continue." he murmured to Mumu.
"Hee-hee~!"
The jet-black cannons roared in succession. Over a dozen shells fired without pause, rushing toward Number 22 from all directions.
Number 22 ran while controlling those two desire bodies to swat away the shells, throwing them all onto the underworld bone dragon. But these ordinary thermal weapon attacks couldn't harm it in the slightest—not even slowing its speed.
The distance between the underworld bone dragon and Number 22 grew smaller and smaller. Number 22's face was deathly pale, his eyes blazing with fury.
He opened his mouth, about to curse something, when Lin Qiye in front suddenly spoke:
"Brother Twenty-Two! Sorry about that, I was trying to help you block that dragon, but I didn't expect a few shots to go wide... I didn't accidentally hit you, did I?"
Hearing these words, Number 22 froze for a moment, then felt his lungs about to explode with rage.
Help me block it?
A few shots went wide?!
You literally had shells slamming into my face, and you're telling me it was accidental damage?!!
How could you even say that?!
Number 22 had no doubt that Lin Qiye's intention was to kill him. After all, if he died, no one would be holding the leverage over Miles.
But even if he suspected this, he couldn't expose it now, since he still needed the other party to escape Asgard. If he made things ugly between them now, it would benefit neither side.
Number 22 could only swallow his anger and force a smile:
"It's fine! I'm doing great!"
"Good to hear. I'll keep going then!"
"???"
This time, besides the two cannons, over a dozen machine guns also extended from Mumu's back.
Amidst the满天 of bullets and cannon fire, Number 22's speed was forcibly slowed, but Lin Qiye still held back. After all, if he really killed Number 22 here, the divine power plundered by the Royal Scepter would return to Loki and Hela, making their situation even more dangerous.
"Hee-hee~! Hee-hee~!"
Mumu looked at the barren ground beneath its feet in confusion.
"You mean, she's right here?" Lin Qiye glanced at the ground beneath him, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Just then, four long arms grabbed a nearby boulder and pulled Number 22's身形 forward. The latter stood before Lin Qiye, gasping for breath, his eyes filled with bloodshot fury.
"Miles! You—"
"Brother Twenty-Two, watch out!"
Without letting Number 22 finish, Lin Qiye kicked him square in the chest!
The force of this kick was immense, sending him flying like a sandbag hundreds of meters away, shattering a boulder into pieces.
A flash of magical light surrounded Lin Qiye as his身形 vanished from the spot. The next moment, the massive underworld bone dragon dove down to where the two had been standing, its sharp bone claws tearing a deep gully into the earth instantly.
Beneath the shattered soil layer, a dark and cramped Dungeon appeared before Lin Qiye's eyes.
In the center of the Dungeon, a woman dressed in a red and white gown was chained up, suspended in mid-air, her body covered in wounds.
"Found her." Lin Qiye's eyes lit up.
The Dungeon's destruction and the巨大的动静 caused the unconscious Sif to open her eyes. When she saw the gully above and the bone dragon flying about, she stood frozen in place.
Number 22 struggled to his feet from the rubble. Seeing the earth torn apart by the bone dragon, the curses that had reached his throat were swallowed back.
If it weren't for Lin Qiye's kick, he would probably be dead now.
Taking advantage of the bone dragon flapping its wings to fly upward and reverse direction, he quickly ran to the edge of the gully and looked down.
He saw that Lin Qiye had jumped inside at some point, unfastening the chains binding Sif. He placed a hand over his chest and bowed politely to Sif, smiling as he spoke:
"Great Goddess of Harvest, I am the Prophet Miles. By Lord Thor's command, I have come to rescue you from this place."
Watching Sif's eyes fill with gratitude, Number 22 was petrified on the spot.