# 1274
Chapter 1275: The Grey-White Colosseum
"So you're the one..."
Si Xiaonan stared blankly at Myles' side profile, a bitter smile forming at the corner of her lips.
The sudden turn of events caused Ferre to furrow his brow. He stared at that unfamiliar face, as if recalling something: "So you're the proxy of the God of Prophecy and Magic that Thor brought back, Myles?"
Lin Qiye spoke calmly: "That's me."
"This matter has nothing to do with you." Ferre stood within a sea of light, his voice cold and murderous. "If you don't want to die, stay out of this... If you die, Thor will cause me trouble."
Lin Qiye shook his head and pointed at the blood-soaked Si Xiaonan:
"Her, I'm taking with me."
Ferre glanced at Si Xiaonan, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And if I refuse?"
Lin Qiye said nothing. He simply tightened his grip on the hilt of White Slash, the blade's cold light reflecting off the pool of blood.
At the same time, the giant bear that Lin Qiye had sliced in two with his sword quickly shrank and transformed back into the man's original form. The bisected body reassembled itself, the bloodstriations down its center gradually fading away.
To avoid exposing his identity, Lin Qiye hadn't used Ame-no-Murakumo. After all, it would be far too suspicious for a proxy of the God of Magic to be wielding Takamagahara's number one divine relic.
"Ferre, are we going again?" Lister's low voice asked.
Ferre stared fixedly at Lin Qiye and Si Xiaonan behind him. After a moment of hesitation, a reluctant murderous intent flickered in his eyes:
"Attack! Asgard will fall into Loki's hands sooner or later anyway. If we kill him now and lay low for a while, Thor won't be able to do anything to us."
As he finished speaking, Ferre pulled a grey stone tablet from his chest and thrust it hard into the ground. An invisible domain instantly expanded, enveloping Lin Qiye, Si Xiaonan, and every inch of the dense forest within a five-kilometer radius.
Lin Qiye felt the world spin before his eyes. Everything around him was shrouded in a虚无 (void-like) grey veil. A churning grey barrier loomed overhead like an inverted giant bowl, and both the sky and morning light grew dim.
"What is this thing?" Lin Qiye's brow furrowed tightly.
"It's a fragment of the Grey-White Colosseum..." Si Xiaonan's weak voice came from behind him. "This thing was originally a divine relic from Roman mythology. When fully activated, it can drag any number of specified targets within a thousand-li radius into an alternate dimension, cutting off all time and space. They must fight each other to the death—the Colosseum only opens when a sole survivor remains.
Even a Supreme God trapped inside would be no exception."
"It can trap even a Supreme God? How did he get his hands on such a powerful divine relic?" Lin Qiye's expression changed.
"What he holds is merely a corner fragment of the Grey-White Colosseum." Si Xiaonan spoke slowly. "This relic shattered into seven or eight pieces hundreds of years ago due to some incident. The fragments vary in size. The one he has is probably the smallest fragment, with a coverage of only five kilometers. Still, it's more than enough to trap us...
He's even brought out this thing. He's determined to kill me."
Lin Qiye stood in front of Si Xiaonan, watching the two figures approaching, his brow slightly arching:
"You just said this place cuts off all time and space, and even they can't escape, right?"
"That's right."
"Then that's all we need."
Lin Qiye's right hand reached into the void and grasped outward. A flash of magical light later, Ame-no-Murakumo appeared in his grip.
He held Ame-no-Murakumo in one hand and White Slash in the other. Dots of magical light dissipated from within his body as Myles' appearance receded, gradually revealing his true form.
Seeing this, Si Xiaonan gritted her teeth and forced herself to rise from the pool of blood with great difficulty. She was about to help Lin Qiye fight, but he blocked her with one arm, pushing her behind him.
"Rest there. I can handle these two."
"That Ferre is the proxy of the God of Light. He's very powerful—ranked third among the Ten Guardians. The other man is Lister. Though he's not among the Ten Guardians, his strength is nothing to scoff at either... Be careful."
Si Xiaonan said with concern.
Lin Qiye hummed in acknowledgment. His form dissolved into a streak of night, racing along the shadows cast by the dense forest canopy.
"You're not Myles?!" Lister's expression startled upon witnessing this. "Who exactly are you?!"
"Careful, he's heading your way!" Ferre felt ripples form in the light beneath his feet and immediately warned Lister.
Before his words had even finished, Lin Qiye's figure burst forth from the shadows of the trees behind Lister, lunging toward the back of his neck like lightning. Lister reacted with lightning speed, his form shifting instantaneously into a mottled leopard wreathed in crackling electricity. He leveraged the height change to dodge the attack.
Lister's eyes narrowed, killing intent erupting from him. A crackling leopard claw tore violently toward Lin Qiye's lower abdomen above him.
The razor-sharp claws pierced Lin Qiye's skin, but they met something like a pool of ink—the attack dissolved and scattered as if it had never existed.
"Fake?" Lister froze.
In the next instant, from the void beside him, a blade light ignored the constraints of space and hummed as it sliced across Lister's back.
Lin Qiye's true form materialized.
As the darkness origin within Lin Qiye gradually matured, more divine attributes were cultivated, and his aura began to approach that of Nyx, Goddess of Night.
The illusory afterimage that had confused Lister just now was an ability derived from the darkness origin—the Night Shadow Clone.
Lin Qiye's blade carved a deep gash into Lister's back, bone visible beneath the wound. The mottled leopard wreathed in electricity let out a pained howl. Its form shifted once more, transforming in the blink of an eye into a silver-white荆棘刺猬 (thorn hedgehog).
Its original flesh form now bore a shell as hard as metal, clamping down死死 on Lin Qiye's White Slash. Countless sharp silver spines shot outward in a torrent toward Lin Qiye's face.
Lin Qiye coldly snorted. He sidestepped the silver spines and swung Ame-no-Murakumo to hack at the hedgehog's head.
Against Ame-no-Murakumo's blade锋, the supposedly impenetrable shell was no more substantial than paper mache. With a single轻斩 (light slash), he lopped off the hedgehog's head. The massive body quivered violently, then collapsed to the ground with a thunderous crash.
After having its head severed, the hedgehog's body began to revert to its original form. The rolling head returned to Lister's true appearance, his face contorted in terror as he gazed at Lin Qiye behind him.
"What kind of sword is that?!"
"You don't need to know." Lin Qiye walked calmly toward the severed head and softly recited a line of poetry.
BOOM—!!
A sky-shaking conflagration erupted from within Lister's body, instantly engulfing him. The shrill screams grew虚弱 (weak) within the flames before finally fading to silence.
Lin Qiye stood before the blazing inferno, one hand gripping his blade, the other holding his sword, and turned indifferently to face Ferre in the distance.