Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 1084 The Prophet Flees, the Prey Escapes

Under the shadow of the ruins, after listening to Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's analysis, He Lin felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

"Damn it... these sons of bitches!" He Lin couldn't help but curse.

"Are they Zeus's men? These bastards, too scared to go themselves, so they're looking for cannon fodder?"

"They're more than just cannon fodder." Wu Hen's voice was as cold as ice.

"Think about it, Gilgamesh's Royal Treasury is inaccessible even to gods on their own; there are rules that restrict access."

"So they have to find an agent."

Lin Qiye picked up the thread, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "But what kind of person is Gilgamesh? A madman, the pinnacle of combat power."

"Whose agent went in and came out alive? So, they never intended for anyone who went in to survive."

He held out two fingers.

"The first step is to find an unlucky guy, like me, this ignorant 'prophet,' and sell me a coordinate that's hard to tell if it's real or fake."

"The second step is for me to excitedly run off to search for treasure,"

"They leaked the information that 'the prophet knows the coordinates of the King's Treasury' to Gilgamesh, or to Gilgamesh's mortal enemies."

He Lin's mind raced, and he instantly understood, his face turning deathly pale:

"Then... Gilgamesh will hunt us to the ends of the earth! He'll think we've desecrated his treasure trove!"

"Yep."

Lin Qiye snapped his fingers.

"At that time, we will fight Gilgamesh to the death, and it would be best if both sides were severely injured."

"And what about them? They just follow behind, waiting to pick up the scraps."

"I could hear the sound of their scheme even in the church."

This plan is too ruthless.

To use someone else to do one's dirty work; to be like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of

They calculated every possible aspect to the fullest extent.

If Lin Qiye were truly just a somewhat capable "prophet," he would already be dead if he had accepted that deal today.

"How did you find out?"

Wu Hen asked, although he also sensed the murderous intent, Lin Qiye's reaction was obviously faster and more certain.

"Intuition," Lin Qiye uttered, then smiled.

"Kidding."

"It's simple, they were in too much of a hurry."

"Too hasty?"

"Correct."

“A true buyer, upon hearing of a target of Gilgamesh's caliber,”

"The first reaction is fear, risk assessment, and repeated testing of the intelligence's authenticity."

"But what about number 03?"

"He jumped out almost immediately, his eyes not filled with greed, but with excitement, with the eagerness of seeing his prey take the bait."

Lin Qiye's eyes sharpened. "That's not the look a buyer gives when inspecting goods; that's the look a butcher gives when inspecting a pig."

Wu Hen suddenly realized.

Indeed, that undisguised eagerness, in retrospect, was glaringly obvious.

"The most crucial point,"

Lin Qiye continued,

“I used my identity as a ‘prophet’ to point out a deadly trap, and then immediately ran away. This fits my persona.”

"A person who can foresee the future will instinctively seek advantage and avoid harm."

"Number 01 couldn't stop me, and those two bastards could only watch helplessly,"

"Because if they forcibly obstruct them, it would be tantamount to admitting in public that they have ulterior motives."

In this turn of events, Lin Qiye not only saw through the trap, but also used the identity he had created...

They swaggered out of the trap, incidentally upsetting the other party.

That move was absolutely outrageous!

He Lin was stunned for a moment, and finally managed to utter only two words: "Awesome."

"Okay, stop flattering me."

Lin Qiye waved his hand.

“We can’t stay here any longer; they definitely have a backup plan. We’ve exposed our identity as the ‘prophet’,”

"I expect a lot of trouble to come our way soon."

"Let's retreat first and talk about it again when we get back to the base."

Meanwhile, inside the church.

With Lin Qiye and Wu Hen gone, the tense atmosphere eased considerably.

The subsequent transactions became rather dull, as many people were clearly still reeling from the sudden turn of events.

Number 03 and Number 04 remained seated in the same spot, their faces obscured by their hoods.

"They got away." Number 04's voice carried a hint of amusement.

"This little mouse has a better sense of smell than a hunting dog."

"interesting."

Number 03's single eye narrowed into a slit, but the cold light within grew even more chilling.

"I was really looking forward to seeing what kind of performance he could put on. But before I knew it, the main character had run away as soon as the stage was set up."

"What do we do now? The trail has gone cold."

"broken?"

Number 03 let out a low, cold laugh, as if he had heard the funniest joke.

"Does he think he can get away?"

"He labeled himself a 'prophet' in front of everyone."

"In this world, what do you think a living person who can make accurate predictions is?"

Number 04 was silent for a moment, then said in a tone of sudden realization, "He is a walking treasure, and also... the biggest target."

"Yes."

Number 03's voice carried an arrogant air of absolute control.

"He personally brought himself out of the shadows and into the spotlight."

"He wanted to use this identity to get away, but he didn't know that the identity itself was the most deadly poison."

Although their first step of the plan was seen through, the prey had already voluntarily jumped into a larger hunting ground.

As the trade fair drew to a close, the agents rose in twos and threes, passing through the wooden door and disappearing into the mist.

The entire church became empty, with only a few people remaining in the same spot.

Just as Number 03 was about to get up, Number 04 suddenly grabbed his shoulder.

"and many more."

"What?" Number 03 asked, puzzled.

Number 04 didn't speak, but simply turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the few remaining people in the church from under his hood.

The atmosphere inside the church gradually became somewhat eerie.

Those agents who should have left or were talking fell silent.

Instead of leaving, they all turned to look at each other with a mixture of greed, scrutiny, and suspicion.

He stared intently at the locations of numbers 03 and 04.

Number 03 froze, and the bloodlust and arrogance in his single eye were instantly replaced by a hint of surprise and doubt.

"...Something seems amiss." Number 04's voice was extremely low, carrying an unprecedented sense of gravity.