SFS Chapter 1162 A Narrow Escape: Who Made the Move in the Shadows?
Chapter 1162 A Narrow Escape: Who Made the Move in the Shadows?
As soon as you stepped out of the drafty opening in the silent corridor, the smell of sulfur in the air instantly dissipated.
Instead, there was a chilling cold and a strong scent of pine resin.
This is the Dark Forest on the edge of Asgard, with ancient trees reaching for the sky.
The branches and leaves, like the claws of a vengeful ghost, intertwined overhead, completely obscuring the starlight.
"That woman is crazy."
Wu Hen moved with lightning speed, closely following Lin Qiye's steps, muttering to himself...
"The collarbone was shattered like that, yet you still left it as bait. Does your Night's Watch induction training include 'removing pain nerves'?"
Lin Qiye didn't reply, but ran even faster.
As long as the memorial remains in the dungeon, and as long as that USB drive hasn't been sent out, this game isn't over.
But now is not the time for sentimentality. As an undercover agent,
He is now "Miles," and must play a game of blind spot right under Odin's nose.
"and many more."
Lin Qiye suddenly stopped, his boots carving two deep furrows in the frozen ground.
Even without him saying it, Wu Hen sensed it.
Three hundred meters ahead, deep in the dense forest, the air was boiling violently like water.
That energy fluctuation was all too familiar—it was the Divine Ruins, and a Divine Ruins that was in the midst of a fierce collision.
"This level of extreme cold power..." Wu Hen narrowed his eyes, his nostrils twitching slightly.
"Is that Si Xiaonan? Didn't she just escape? How did she get bitten?"
"Go and see."
Lin Qiye swayed, using the Holy Grail's concealment effect to glide along the tree trunk like a ghost.
In a clearing in the dense forest, the snow had been melted into black mud by the high temperature and blood.
Si Xiaonan knelt in the mud, the divine guard armor that was originally used for disguise had been shattered into pieces of iron, hanging precariously on her body.
Her left arm hung limply, clearly broken, while her right hand gripped two extremely cold ice spikes tightly.
His chest heaved violently, each breath bringing out a cloud of blood mist.
Three people stood around her in a triangular formation.
Directly opposite was a young man dressed in a white-gold robe, toying with a dazzling ball of light in his hand.
His gaze was as if he were looking at a dying rat—Phil, the agent of Baldr, the god of light.
On the left is a burly man with a face full of scars, his skin covered with a thick layer of rock-like texture—the agent of the god of nature, Lister.
In the shadows on the right, crouched a short, thin, dark-skinned woman.
He held two poisoned daggers in his hands, representing Hela, the goddess of death.
"Can you still move?"
Phil's lips curled into a mocking smile. He flicked his fingers, and the orb of light danced between his fingertips.
"Loki's agent is indeed tough."
"However, your divine power is already exhausted, isn't it? If you continue, even your soul will be frozen into ice shards."
Si Xiaonan didn't speak, she just stared at him coldly.
The look in his eyes didn't resemble that of prey being hunted; rather, it was that of a lone wolf ready to perish at any moment.
"Stop wasting your breath on her."
The short woman licked the green light off the dagger, her voice sharp and piercing.
"We've been searching the woods for half an hour to catch this little mouse."
"Lord Heimdall will soon find out."
"Then you can clean up the mess." Phil shrugged indifferently.
"Don't ruin that face, I want to peel it off and make a specimen."
The short woman let out a strange, cackling laugh, and her figure vanished from the spot.
With ghostly speed, he was behind Si Xiaonan in the blink of an eye.
"Watch out!" Wu Hen instinctively whispered from behind a tree in the distance.
The dagger, carrying a foul stench, pierced straight for Si Xiaonan's nape.
The moment the knife tip touched her skin, Si Xiaonan, who had been half-dead, suddenly moved.
She didn't hide.
Instead, she suddenly leaned back, offering her shoulder to the poisoned dagger!
"Pfft!"
The sound of the sharp blade entering the flesh can be clearly heard.
In that instant the short woman paused, Si Xiaonan reversed the ice spike in her right hand.
With all her remaining divine power, she plunged it deep into the woman's throat.
"Click."
The ice crystals shattered, instantly freezing the woman's trachea and carotid artery.
The short woman didn't even let out a scream; her eyes bulged out.
He staggered backward, clutching his neck, and what spurted from between his fingers wasn't blood, but pink ice shards.
She twitched twice, then fell straight down into the mud and remained motionless.
The whole place was dead silent.
Even Lin Qiye couldn't help but mentally shout "Good!"
Ruthless enough, ruthless enough to himself, and even more ruthless to his enemies.
"court death!"
Phil's smile froze instantly, replaced by extreme rage.
To kill his people right under his nose is to slap him in the face.
"Lister! Tear her to pieces!"
"Roar--!!"
The burly man roared to the sky, and the rocky texture of his body instantly cracked.
Its muscles swelled wildly, transforming in the blink of an eye into a giant brown bear that was five meters tall.
That was the beastly gift of the god of nature, its power enough to shatter the armor of a tank.
The giant bear stood upright, its two fan-like paws slamming down on Si Xiaonan's head, who had collapsed from exhaustion!
If this attack lands, Si Xiaonan will definitely be turned into a pile of minced meat.
Si Xiaonan lay in the mud, watching the massive bear paw descend, a bitter smile creeping onto her lips.
I really... have no energy left.
Memorial is still waiting in the dungeon, but I must go first.
She closed her eyes in despair.
"Old Lin!" Wu Hen called out urgently from afar, but he found that the seat next to him was already empty.
A close call.
A sharp, mournful screech suddenly cut through the air.
That was the sound of a blade cutting through the sound barrier.
There were no dazzling magical effects, no unnecessary chatter.
Only a single, pure, domineering, and extremely fast black line flashed across the giant bear's wrists.
"Shh!"
The bear's terrifying roar abruptly ceased, replaced by a deafening scream.
Two huge, hairy bear paws,
It broke cleanly less than ten centimeters from the top of Si Xiaonan's head, with a smooth, mirror-like fracture.
The scalding beast blood erupted like a fountain, splattering all over Si Xiaonan's face.
"Boom! Boom!"
The severed hand slammed to the ground, sending mud and water flying everywhere.
A tall, slender figure had appeared in front of Si Xiaonan without anyone noticing.
His long, golden hair danced wildly in the rain of blood, and his magnificent robes, symbolizing "Miles the Astrologer," fluttered in the strong wind.
But what he held in his hand was not a crystal ball for divination, but a straight knife that was still dripping blood.
Lin Qiye held the knife in one hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.
He coldly watched the giant bear writhing on the ground in pain ahead, and Phil, who was completely terrified.
"Three against one, and they still managed to kill one of them."
Lin Qiye's voice was disguised, sounding somewhat hoarse.
But the contempt and roguishness in his tone were impossible to conceal.
"Did you agents buy these from the wholesale market for three kilograms for ten yuan?"
Si Xiaonan trembled.
She struggled to open her eyes, which were covered in blood, and all she could see was the back of the blond man.
Unfamiliar face, unfamiliar blond hair, even the clothes were the standard Asgardian robes.
But just the instant that blade was swung out.
That chilling sharpness, that sense of security that feels like it can shield you from the whole world when it's in front of you...
And then there's that smug tone he uses when he speaks.
Si Xiaonan's...