# 1614
Chapter 1608: Motorcycles and Armor
That familiar progress bar panel flashed across Lin Qiye's head, like a screen with a bad connection, vanishing in an instant.
But Lin Qiye clearly saw what it showed.
A treatment progress bar from the Asylum?
Why would a progress bar appear above his head?
Lin Qiye couldn't understand it. The fleeting progress bar was like a hammer slamming into his mind, turning all his thoughts into a mess.
He had a treatment progress bar... So what did that make him? A patient?
Impossible. If he were a patient, why wouldn't he be in the Asylum? He clearly remembered that from the age of seven or eight, he had been adopted by his aunt's family and raised there. Yang Jian could testify to this as well. Though his memories from before that were somewhat fuzzy, there was absolutely no recollection of being in a hospital ward.
Moreover, if he were the patient of the Sixth Ward, how did he get out? How could he move freely outside?
Wait, no—【Chaos】 could freely enter and exit the Asylum when its treatment progress was only at 1%...
But regardless, Lin Qiye firmly believed he wasn't a mental patient. He had no memories related to this topic, and besides, the Asylum was no longer in his possession. Why would a treatment progress bar appear out of nowhere?
Could it be that something happened on the Asylum's side?
Lin Qiye stood in the bathroom like a statue for a long while, as if having thought of something, and lowered his gaze to look at his palm.
"Could it be you..." Lin Qiye murmured to himself.
In Lin Qiye's mind, the face of that little boy who was almost identical to himself surfaced—the one he encountered every time he was on the verge of death. His existence was like a mystery. Lin Qiye had originally thought that little boy was merely a hallucination during near-death experiences, but after the incident with 【Chaos】, he knew that the little boy truly existed.
If that progress bar was also real, then it likely wasn't pointing to him... but to the mysterious boy inside him.
Was he the true sixth patient of the Asylum?
Complex thoughts churned in Lin Qiye's mind. He desperately wished he could jump into the sea right now to die and meet that little boy again to ask for answers, but in the end, he restrained this impulse.
Setting aside whether his current physical body could still drown from jumping into the sea—even if he did die, what if he couldn't meet the boy? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?
After much deliberation, Lin Qiye finally sighed and walked out of the bathroom.
Just then, a figure nearly collided with him head-on.
"Wu Quan?"
"Brother Qiye, I've been looking for you." Wu Quan pointed toward the deck. "We're almost there."
Lin Qiye hummed in acknowledgment, wiping the remaining water from his face, and walked straight toward the helm.
As Wu Quan had said, within the hazy mist, the outline of land was faintly visible. Countless shipwrecks floated along the coastline, and a wide river channel stretched directly into the heart of the land.
"Less than an hour more, and we'll be near London." Shen Qingzhu steered with one hand.
"Can the ship go straight in?"
"Yes."
The exploration vessel advanced along the river channel. The dead silence of night was buried beneath the gray mist. With the ship's lights casting forward, one could barely make out the urban ruins along both riverbanks, like a mausoleum standing within the fog for countless years.
Vaguely, a massive silhouette spanning the river appeared in everyone's field of vision.
"The Thames Bridge." Lin Qiye's gaze shifted from the map, surveying the surrounding silent ruins piece by piece. "It seems we've arrived..."
"Didn't they say there were still humans living here? Why is there no trace of them?" Wu Quan asked, confused.
"Maybe they simply didn't live on the surface. Though these mists have weakened compared to a hundred years ago, they're still fatal to ordinary people." Lin Qiye explained.
"Then how do we find them? London's area isn't small."
Lin Qiye looked at the map in his hand and sighed helplessly.
Unfortunately, he couldn't summon Wangcai right now. Otherwise, he could have called out Bell Cranel to lead the way and saved a lot of trouble.
"Let's dock the ship and go ashore first."
Under Shen Qingzhu's control, the exploration vessel gradually pulled to shore. The four of them stepped onto this land of ruins and walked forward along the rugged path.
After some time, Lin Qiye stopped on a relatively open stretch of ground.
"Aren't we going to look for them?" Wu Quan asked.
"Finding them is too troublesome. Since the 【Knights of Holy Judgment】 are right here in London, let's make them come find us instead..."
Beneath the deep crimson cloak, Lin Qiye's fist gradually clenched tight. A crackling sound erupted from the bones within his body, and his entire aura skyrocketed!
Seeing this, Shen Qingzhu's expression changed, as if having thought of something, and he quietly pulled Wu Quan back several hundred meters.
Lin Qiye took half a step back, his right fist raised high. This single motion alone stirred a howling gust of wind, making the cloak billow violently!
The next moment, that fist tore through the void, churning the air into a twisted vortex, and smashed violently into the ground!
BOOM——!!!
Thunder rang across the flat ground, shaking the entire city of London. A visible wave of force swept across more than a dozen kilometers, utterly demolishing the remaining building outlines around the four of them.
Wu Quan felt his vision blur. The hurricane rolled his body, threatening to send him soaring into the air. He had no choice but to动用【支配皇帝】的力量 to forcibly control his own body and stabilize on the ground.
"This display... isn't it a bit too exaggerated?" Wu Quan shielded his eyes with his arm and couldn't help but say.
"What are you afraid of?" Shen Qingzhu said calmly. "Even if a Supreme God came today, they couldn't do anything to us."
The domineering air that Shen Qingzhu's words carried made Wu Quan feel a surge of joy inside... Indeed, Brother Qingzhu was still that Brother Qingzhu. Though his exterior seemed more reserved now, his heart remained sharp and unyielding.
But what Shen Qingzhu said was also the truth. With just him, Lin Qiye, and 27 combined, even if they faced encirclement by Supreme Gods, they could all withdraw unharmed. As for Chief Gods... they could kill one for each they met.
Within the swirling dust, that deep crimson figure slowly straightened up, gazing into the distance.
VROOM——!!
A low rumble came from the distance, like the growl of a beast, rapidly approaching.
"They're here." Lin Qiye said calmly.
The dust shrouding the earth gradually cleared. More than a dozen piercing white lights slashed through the night, dazzling to the eyes. At the end of the rugged road, a heavy motorcycle squadron came roaring.
The low-slung bodies of the motorcycles flew close to the ground, their sleek and line-filled exteriors elegant yet fierce. Riding these motorcycles were white-cloaked figures clad in heavy armor, whose armor surfaces flowed with faint luminous patterns, emanating a mystical aura.
"Hm?" At the sight of this armor, 27's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Knights, so they're actually riding motorcycles?" Wu Quan's brow lifted.
"This is the mist. Flesh-and-blood horses simply can't survive here. The only things they can ride are motorcycles." Shen Qingzhu unhurriedly took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, watching those gradually stopping motorcycles. He couldn't help but offer a compliment,
"Gotta say, they're pretty cool."