# 1847
Chapter 1840: Goodbye, Number 22
Hearing this voice, Lin Qiye, standing in the distance, shuddered violently.
He turned his head in astonishment, only to see the wolf-shaped shadow that resembled a mountain had already crouched slightly, then shot toward him like an arrow. Under the hazy starlight, its movements were nearly invisible. A gust of wind swept across the ice field, and a sharp killing intent had already rushed toward him!
Lin Qiye naturally recognized that wolf—it was the ferocious beast of Asgard, the Demon Wolf Fenrir. Lin Qiye still remembered clearly how it had bitten a Chief God-level expert to pieces in the Dungeon...
But later, it should have been tamed by Si Xiaonan.
Lin Qiye's gaze fell upon the young woman riding on the wolf's back, his eyes narrowing slightly... Although the Holy Sovereign of Divine Desire Paradise had just asserted with certainty that it was the Deceiver God Si Xiaonan, Lin Qiye was very clear in his heart—she absolutely could not be Si Xiaonan.
Si Xiaonan had offered the Elixir of Immortality four years ago and perished in the Samadhi True Fire. She would not resurrect and appear here.
Moreover, that young woman's build was slightly stockier than Si Xiaonan's.
She might have fooled the Holy Sovereign, but she couldn't fool Lin Qiye, who had lived alongside Si Xiaonan in Cangnan day and night.
Lin Qiye's only doubt was—how was she commanding the Demon Wolf Fenrir without the authority of the Deceiver? That was a ferocious beast that could smash a Chief God into the ground!
Just as Lin Qiye was pondering, that woman and wolf had already charged to the front of the Divine Desire Paradise forces.
In the previous explosion, most of the Divine Desire Paradise fighters had lost the majority of their combat capability. In particular, some Lesser Gods with insufficient strength had directly collapsed unconscious, with only two Chief Gods having weathered the trap explosion. Now, seeing the enemy approaching, they immediately transformed into two streams of light and rushed out!
It had to be said that although Kubera looked utterly useless, when he got serious, he still had some ability. A single coin was flicked by him, expanding rapidly in the wind and instantly transforming into a massive mountain-shaped seal shrouded in divine light, crashing toward those two figures!
ROAR—!!
A deafening wolf howl rang out. The Demon Wolf Fenrir crashed head-on into the massive seal without any frills. Vast quantities of savage and violent energy surged forth!
As the sound of clashing metal echoed, densely packed cracks spread across the golden seal. Ferocious giant teeth pressed against its edge, biting down hard—the massive coin shattered instantly. The enormous wolf shadow shot straight toward Kubera in the crowd.
Kubera's face drained of color!
Fortunately, at that moment the second Chief God intervened, holding Fenrir back for a moment. Kubera gritted his teeth and charged forward to engage it in direct combat. Against the siege of two Chief Gods, the ferocious Fenrir showed no signs of weakness, instead fighting more and more valiantly, pressing the two Chief Gods so hard they couldn't even counterattack.
"A bunch of useless trash!"
A cold and sinister voice rang out from the black sedan chair, followed by a dull knocking sound!
DONG—!
This sound was like a cane striking a wooden board. At the instant he heard this sound, Lin Qiye's brow furrowed.
A memory he had nearly forgotten suddenly surged into his mind!
Without any hesitation, Lin Qiye summoned White Slash and his form entered the void.
The next moment, golden ripples spread from the black sedan chair, sweeping across the entire ice field.
Golden ribbons streamed out from those unconscious Lesser Gods on the ground, flying toward the interior of the black sedan chair... At the same time, the two Chief Gods who were fighting Fenrir suddenly froze in place. Two thick streams of golden energy were forcibly torn from their bodies, flowing into the black sedan chair!
Kubera felt his body suddenly go hollow. He spoke in astonishment:
"Holy Sovereign, you..."
BANG—!!
In that brief moment of hesitation, a howling wolf claw smashed violently into him. The latter flew backward like a cannonball, crashing into an ice mountain and shattering it to pieces.
"A bunch of worthless creatures with nothing but cultivation levels. Having divine power in your hands is nothing short of waste."
A bloated, tall figure stepped slowly out of the black sedan chair.
Under the hazy starlight, Lin Qiye finally saw the person who had been hiding in the black sedan chair all along... No, in a sense, that thing couldn't really be called a person anymore. Its form was as if someone had put on another "human" over a human body.
A man was embedded within a mass of humanoid flesh and blood, like wearing a very warm and loose garment. His head emerged from a woman's chest. His limbs and torso were completely fused with the woman's body. A placenta extended from his lower abdomen, connecting him to the woman who enveloped him like a纽带.
Lin Qiye had seen so many bizarre Cthulhu Faction creatures, but this grotesque scene still made him unable to help but frown... The only thing that could be confirmed was that this thing bore not a trace of Cthulhu Faction energy—it was purely an earthly creature.
Seeing that handsome male face, Lin Qiye knew his guess was correct...
The Yin God Agent, Number 22.
Lin Qiye clearly remembered encountering the most ruthless man he had ever met in the King's Treasury, carrying the brand of the Yin God Agent but doing the vilest deeds... He had snatched the Royal Scepter from the old City Lord, then bore a child with the old City Lord's daughter to control the scepter, directly triggering a catastrophe.
Just such a Yin God Agent, whom everyone looked down upon as nothing but a plaything of the Yin God, had through sheer cunning slaughtered the so-called most powerful Ten Foreguards, bathed the Treasury in blood, and had even nearly gotten Lin Qiye himself.
After the King's Treasury returned, Number 22, along with the Royal Scepter and King's Treasure Sword, had vanished without a trace... Later, Lin Qiye had tried to find his whereabouts, but there was not a single trace of him in the mist.
Who would have thought that the Holy Sovereign of Divine Desire Paradise would actually be him?
Upon reflection, his methods and abilities did indeed fit the name Divine Desire Paradise perfectly... But how had he, as a mere human, risen to this position in just four years?
Just as Lin Qiye was pondering, Number 22, wrapped within the flesh and blood, raised his right hand clumsily.
Within the flesh before him, a golden scepter embedded in the ribs had already absorbed all the golden streams. Surging energy flooded into this body. His form flickered and he dashed toward the Demon Wolf Fenrir!
Fenrir, within the range of the Scepter's power, had also failed to escape the fate of divine power extraction. But after all, it was a Divine Beast—divine power was not its only reliance in battle.
Now, seeing this grotesque human charge directly before it, it let out a furious roar. Its sharp fangs rushed to bite down on him, but only caught a phantom shadow.
Number 22's bloated form had somehow appeared above Fenrir. His massive palm swept through the void and pressed violently against the giant wolf's head!
Dazzling golden light exploded across the night sky!