OBS Chapter 1087 The Tape Recorder Under the Undercurrent
Chapter 1087 The Tape Recorder Under the Undercurrent
Those icy, frosty eyes belonged to Si Xiaonan, codenamed "01".
She hid behind the broken window of the clock tower; the shadow was her best disguise.
The moonlight, fragmented by the shattered stained glass windows, shone on her pale, expressionless face.
It made her look like a lifeless stone statue.
The massacre below is nearing its end.
The figure of No. 03 was bathed in the remaining divine fire, its divine power radiant, like a god of judgment descending to earth.
But Si Xiaonan's gaze lingered more on number 04.
Hephaestus, the Olympian god of craftsmen,
His killing methods possessed a cold, artistic quality far surpassing those of Agent 03.
There were no towering divine flames, no violent roars.
His every move was as precise as operating the most sophisticated instrument.
Those who resisted were either dismembered or twisted into bizarre metal creations, quietly "dying".
This was not simply a matter of venting anger or silencing witnesses.
Number 03 is in the process of deterrence, while Number 04 is in the process of screening and "reforming".
They are targeting those agents who have chosen to submit and still have some use.
He used divine power to brand them with an inescapable mark, and incorporated them into his first private army.
Lin Qiye's flawed "prophecy" was taken by these two gods as a perfect script to go with the flow.
Taking advantage of the chaos, they openly and legitimately eliminated unstable elements.
It also brought together a force powerful enough to shake up the Parisian underworld.
Their goal from the beginning was not some vague revenge, but Gilgamesh's royal treasury.
Si Xiaonan withdrew her gaze and silently retreated into the darkness deeper within the clock tower.
This is her temporary base, a safe house enveloped in layers of divine power barriers and spatial tricks.
She walked around the several cold corpses on the ground and sat down at a simple wooden table.
On the table sat an old brass phonograph, its horn pointing directly at her.
She stretched out her slender fingers and gently flipped the switch.
After a slight electrical noise, two suppressed voices, filled with excitement and greed, flowed from the phonograph tube.
"...That fool Hermes thought we were doing this for the glory of Olympus."
That was Number 03's voice, filled with disdain.
"Glory cannot allow us to rebuild our throne, but Gilgamesh's treasury can."
Number 04's voice was dull and hoarse, like metal rubbing together.
"If we can obtain the fragments of the 'Slate of Destiny,' our divine status will have a chance to be completed, and even... surpass Zeus."
"The prerequisite is that we must first eliminate Gilgamesh's agents,"
"To obtain the 'key' to unlock the treasure vault... this trade fair is the best opportunity."
"Don't worry, I've laid a trap. After tonight, the 'mystery' of Paris will have only one voice..."
The recording ends here.
Si Xiaonan's fingertips tapped lightly on the cool tabletop, producing a rhythmic "tap, tap" sound.
She picked up another list from the table, slightly dusty, with most of the names marked with red crosses.
These are all agents who fell tonight, part of her god's "friends list".
She, Loki's agent, was sent here to incite chaos.
The more fiercely the Olympians and Gilgamesh factions fight, the better, so that her god can reap the benefits.
But now, an unexpected force has appeared on the chessboard.
Lin Qiye's appearance was a variable, but the mess he stirred up was fully exploited by No. 03 and No. 04.
These two ambitious Olympian gods were far more troublesome than she had anticipated.
Her gaze swept across the corner of the table and landed on three identical corpses in the corner.
They wore the same clothes, had the same faces, and even their expressions of terror when they died were identical.
This is Ram Bard, the "Shadow Man," an agent with the ability to create clones, and also her pawn.
It was one of his clones who risked his life to infiltrate the secret meeting between 03 and 04.
They used a miniature phonograph device implanted in their body to record this potentially fatal conversation.
"Thank you for your hard work, Ram Bard."
She murmured softly, her tone devoid of sadness, only filled with approval for the tool's successful completion of its mission.
"Your sacrifice will bring a great gift to the God."
If this recording is handed over to Gilgamesh's agent,
Or perhaps it's revealed to some "old friends" on Mount Olympus, and only then will a real show begin.
Thinking of this, Si Xiaonan's lips finally curled into a cold smile, like a poisonous flower quietly blooming in the dark night.
Everything is still under her control.
However, just as her smile was about to freeze—
"Buzz!"
The air inside the clock tower suddenly felt heavy, as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand.
The phonograph on the table let out a mournful cry of being overwhelmed, and a thin layer of frost appeared on its brass surface.
Outside the window, the mist, which had been drifting quietly, suddenly began to surge violently without warning, thick and viscous like boiling water.
An indescribable, terrifying pressure that transcended the realm of divine power precisely locked onto the clock tower across endless space!
That wasn't the ferocity of Number 03, nor the chilling coldness of Number 04.
It was a more ancient, more absolute, seemingly above the rules... a "declaration".
Si Xiaonan's smile froze completely, and the color drained from her face instantly.
She stood up abruptly, every nerve in her body screaming the most piercing alarm.
As the agent of the goddess of trickery, she manipulates people's hearts and plays with fate.
He viewed all living beings as pawns and never felt out of control.
But at that moment, an unprecedented sense of dread gripped her heart.
She sensed that somewhere far away and unknown, an incomprehensible being had just... identified her as "prey".
At this moment, as the agent of the God of Tricks, she sensed for the first time... the aura of "natural enemy".