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Chapter 381 I disagree with your opinion
Li Guanqi struggled to his feet, supporting himself against the wall. A sharp pain shot through his chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of bloody saliva.

The entire hall was completely unrecognizable.

The air was filled with the acrid smell of molten rock and a faint stench of blood. The ground beneath our feet had solidified into an uneven expanse of black crystals, and the walls were blackened by soot and riddled with terrifying cracks.

After the divine punishment, there was only deathly silence.

"Where is the Pope...?"

Li Guanqi was panting heavily as he cautiously looked around, but the surroundings were shrouded in smoke, making it impossible to see into the depths of the corners.

"Where did you hide it?"

His gaze swept across the entire room before finally settling on a single point.

He didn't see the Pope, but he saw the filth.

The taciturn man slowly walked to the center of the hall, and stood before the still slightly wriggling unidentified object.

That's Immy X.

Or rather, the remains of Imi X.

A pool of blood and flesh, indistinguishable from organs and tissues, lay spread out on the solidified ground. A few wisps of golden flames, remnants of divine punishment, still burned on it, emitting a soft "sizzling" sound.

Among that pile of rotting flesh, an eyeball miraculously remained relatively intact.

That eye stared fixedly, filled not with fear, but with an intense, overwhelming resentment and venom. The flesh and tissue around the eyeball were instinctively twitching and writhing wildly, trying to reassemble, only to disintegrate again and again under the divine flames.

Edo squatted down expressionlessly, ignoring the venomous gaze.

He reached out and picked up a sapphire ring from a charred fragment that was barely recognizable as a finger, and put it away.

After doing all this, he stretched out his other hand, spread his fingers, and slammed it hard on the ground.

hum!
All the flesh and blood fragments belonging to Imi X on the ground, regardless of size, were shaken up by an invisible force and suspended in mid-air.

Countless ochre-yellow clays surged from the tips of the unclean soil, like living serpents, quickly coiling around the floating fragments and beginning to weave and reconstruct them at breakneck speed.

"No, buddy..."

Li Guanqi leaned against the wall, his eyes twitching as he watched. "You can even save this?"

You're not just a miracle doctor, you're a god!
In just a few breaths, a brand new, naked female body was sculpted in mid-air, and on the surface, it was no different from the previous Yimi X.

The clay body slowly landed.

But she couldn't stand up. She lay flat on the ground, her whole body convulsing uncontrollably. One finger was digging into the ground, making a piercing sound.

One eye was vicious and ruthless, the other was clear and innocent.

In a sense, ImiX is dead.

The essence of spirituality is a collection of thoughts, memories, and emotions, but the brain and heart that bear these things have long since turned to ashes under the divine flames. Organs reconstructed from clay are nothing more than empty shells.

Now, all she truly owns are her eyeball and a severed finger.

Having lost 99 percent of one's spirituality, even if the physical body is restored, one is no different from a newborn baby, unable to even stand up.

What kept her from becoming a mere shell was her unwavering determination to destroy the gods and shatter the cage.

Her lips opened and closed, but she couldn't utter a single complete syllable.

Those eyes, filled with anger, malice, and resentment, slowly, uncontrollably shed a single tear.

“Wow…Wow—!”

Suddenly, a loud yet mournful cry rang out in the silent hall.

Not a metaphor.

That was indeed the cry of a baby, coming from the mouth of a newborn who knew nothing about the world.

ImiX lay flat on the ground, head tilted back, mouth wide open, letting out a primitive and hollow howl, tears and saliva mixed together, flowing down her innocent and pure cheeks.

Edo closed his eyes, then got up and walked away helplessly.

Li Guanqi could effortlessly conjure up an image of a hospital corridor, a white coat, and the words, "We did our best," in his mind's eye.

Seeing that the Impure Earth was not aggressive, Li Guanqi scanned his surroundings again, looking for the Pope's location. Chu Linfeng and Yimi were either crippled or mentally challenged, leaving only the Pope as a threat to him.

At that moment, the cool yet slightly coquettish voice of his lover echoed in his mind.

"The Pope is in the corner to your left and behind."

Li Guanqi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned his head.

Sure enough, the outlines of two figures could be vaguely seen in the swirling smoke, pressed against the wall, motionless.

"Brother, let's work together."

The lover's voice rang out again, carrying a bewitching magic.

Li Guanqi's eyelids twitched, but he wasn't too surprised.

Ever since he picked up the woman, his mind has been in turmoil.

Can fantastical beings communicate intracranially?

The repeated calls of "brother" sent chills down his spine and gave him goosebumps. Anyone who didn't know better would think he'd been affected by some kind of mental pollution-related power.

Although she is seriously injured, her "professional skills" have not diminished at all.

"Cooperation? What tricks are you trying to pull now?"

While trying to recover in his mind, Li Guanqi turned around with difficulty and straightened his lover who was on his back.

It was scalding hot to the touch, yet strangely soft.

The lover leaned against him, feeling completely limp. Her breath was sweet and her voice was languid yet urgent: "If I go back to the Pope, he'll definitely sacrifice me to activate my power. I don't want to die."

Li Guanqi raised an eyebrow.

lie.

He knew perfectly well that this woman was a figment of imagination. Sacrificing her would at most weaken her for a while. To make her disappear completely, her "wedge" had to be removed, or someone had to firmly believe that she did not exist.

The Pope was clearly unaware of her background and still regarded her as a trusted confidante.

"So, you don't want to go back?" Li Guanqi asked calmly.

"of course."

The lover struggled to stand up, supporting herself on Li Guanqi's arm. One of her legs was injured, making her unsteady, and she was half-hanging on him.

She looked up, and on her exquisitely beautiful face, her eyes shimmered with tears, a sight that evoked pity in me.

"The Pope is now just one sun left, and he himself is injured, so he is at his weakest."

“If we team up, two against two, and take him down first, then all the remaining secrets in this maze will be ours, right? Even without these secrets, you and I can still survive.”

She leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against Li Guanqi's ear.

"Brother, can you bear to see me burned as a sacrifice?"

Li Guanqi sneered inwardly.

This woman, she's actually putting on an act?

However, what she said does make sense.

If the Pope doesn't die, he will eventually become a menace. Now is the best time to take advantage of his illness and kill him.

It's possible to cooperate with this woman...

Seeing Li Guanqi remain silent, a hint of anxiety flashed in his lover's eyes.

She gently shook Li Guanqi's arm, her voice becoming increasingly soft and sweet.

"Brother, what are you hesitating about?"

After a brief deliberation, Li Guanqi agreed to cooperate. He took out a dagger from his pocket, handed it to his lover, and took out another one for himself.

He gripped the hilt, she gripped the blade; the cold touch made them both pause for a moment.

"I'm wondering what the Pope wants from me," Li Guanqi said in a low voice, gazing at the figure in the smoke in the distance.

"Oh my, you're such a pervert." The lover took the dagger, her fingertips lightly tracing the back of his hand. She leaned close to his ear, her warm breath mingling with a sweet fragrance, "You even deceive yourself?"

This statement is exactly the same as what Bai Zhu said before.

Li Guanqi frowned: "What exactly are you talking about?"

"You really don't know why the Pope arrested you?" The lover giggled, pressing her body closer to him, hanging on him. The dagger was hidden behind her back, tracing an invisible arc with the movement of her arm.

"Why..." Li Guanqi was about to ask when a sharp, intense pain suddenly shot through his back!
puff!

The dagger pierced through flesh and blood, its cold tip emerging from his chest, tinged with a glaring crimson.

Before he could even react, he felt another chill in his abdomen as the second knife was plunged in and violently twisted!
"I'm so happy that my brother isn't wary of me at all!"

The lovers laughed and joked, then pulled out a dagger and stabbed him again.

The intense pain and dizziness from blood loss washed over him like a tidal wave, draining all his strength in an instant. He looked down in disbelief at the three holes in his chest and abdomen from which blood was constantly gushing.

"Why……"

He tried to grab her, but his arm felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Of course, it's for your symbiosis card." The lover's voice turned cold and unfamiliar, devoid of any charm, leaving only a chilling coldness. "My foolish brother."

Symbiotic Card...

Li Guanqi's body slowly slid down, and his vision began to blur.

"For the Symbiosis Card?!"

He suddenly dazed, his eyes widened, he lost his focus, and he no longer felt the pain.

"Hahaha"

"So that's it."

Why did he lose that so-called "super reaction"?

Why is he able to communicate with Bai Shu and his lover through consciousness?

All the mysteries were suddenly clear at this moment.

"Ah……"

Li Guanqi let out a soft, ambiguous laugh, which grew louder and more maniacal, mingling with the gushing blood and echoing in the deathly silent hall.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

"Crazy..." he muttered to himself, his eyes eerily clear, "He's even deceiving himself..."

His consciousness plummeted into an icy abyss, his body temperature rapidly dwindling, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, barely clinging to life.

As the smoke cleared, the Pope and the Sun emerged from the corner, approaching step by step.

"You avoided the heart, didn't you?" The Pope's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Your Majesty, rest assured." The lover resumed his respectful and submissive demeanor, bowing deeply. "He won't die."

She glanced contemptuously at Li Guanqi, who was convulsing on the ground, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips: "This fool actually believed that I would betray you."

In fact, the Pope perceived everything through the wedge the moment his lover awoke.

The scene just now was merely an order given by the Pope in his mind.

He was far too cautious; for a moment, he was genuinely worried that Li Guanqi would kill his lover without hesitation, rendering him unable to activate his abilities and causing them to perish together.

He never imagined that things would develop to this point, that he would be threatened by a mere hostage.

The Pope walked up to Li Guanqi, looking down at him without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Let him open the last door."

Judging from the Phoenix's punishment just now, the attack range will only target the respondent and the nearby area. As long as you stay far enough away, you will not be affected.

"Yes!"

In response, Taiyang took out a fist-sized metal ball from his pocket and threw it to the ground.

The metal sphere rapidly deformed, extending several mechanical limbs, transforming into a spider-like robot.

The robot climbed up to Li Guanqi, grabbed one of his hands with its cold mechanical arm, and dragged him up from the pool of blood, heading towards the twelfth door at the deepest part of the hall.

Bloodstains stretched out in a long, shocking trail on the congealed black ground.

The robot dragged him to the door, raised his limp hand, and slammed it down on the [Trap] button!
【Ding--】

A crisp notification sound rang out.

Above the stone gate, a soft green light appeared.

The last one, I guessed right.

"As expected of my brother." The lover covered his mouth and chuckled. "Even when he was about to die, he still had such good luck."

The Pope glanced at Li Guanqi. If possible, he would prefer to dig out the symbiotic card before pressing the door, which would be safer.

Unfortunately, opening the stone gate button requires a basic aura sensing process, which neither the dead nor machines can do.

A deafening boom echoed from all around.

The twelve stone doors simultaneously lit up with a brilliant green light, and began to slowly move and piece together, eventually merging into a huge doorway.

Congratulations on passing the quiz!

[That's amazing! Are you lucky? Are you the goddess of fortune?]

A mechanical yet playful announcement echoed through the hall.

Ignoring the broadcast, Pope F glanced at the dimming light screen around him. The secret realm was about to close; it could only last for three to five more minutes at most.

"let's go."

The Pope, accompanied by the sun, was the first to enter through the gate.

The lover helped the dying Li Guanqi up, draped him over himself, and whispered in his ear, "Brother, you can't die yet. At least take one look at the secret of Grantia before you die."

The group cautiously entered the room, where the scene before them suddenly opened up, and the lights were bright.

This place is no longer a dimly lit maze, but a huge and eerie alchemy workshop.

In the spacious room, an hourglass counted down an unknown process, a huge elevator and seesaw structure hung from the ceiling, and in the distance stood a towering, pitch-black altar.

In the center of the workshop was an oval table, and at one end of the long table sat an old man wearing a top hat.

He was looking down at a pile of cards on the table, muttering to himself.

"Magic, monsters, monsters, traps..."

With each recitation, a card is flipped open.

Strangely, each time he turned over a card, it was different from the one he read aloud.

The group watched as he flipped through all twelve cards, but failed to win even once.

The probability of getting all twelve cards is one in 530,000, and the probability of getting none at all in twelve attempts is less than one percent.

"This is..." the lover couldn't help but exclaim as he watched this bizarre scene, "a secret that even the gods fear?"

"I cannot agree with your opinion!" The old man in the top hat suddenly raised his hand and shouted sternly!
The three popes felt a chill run down their spines and instantly assumed defensive stances, staring intently at the old man.

The old man slowly turned his head. His eyes, which were particularly bright, were hidden in the shadow of his hat. He looked at everyone with an extremely serious expression.

"In my personal opinion!"

"This Crystal Machine should be mixed with NO42 Malisi, because Shirogane Hime's long legs can easily affect the torque of the Death Spin Blast Machine, you know? When you guide it in, a large number of Hero Derivatives will be generated in an instant, commonly known as DDD."

"It will seriously affect the development of Mischievous Star!"

“Even!” the old man raised his voice and gestured, “causing a certain increase in the pendulum scale for the entire Osiris and the Witchcraft Workshop.”

The old man paused, as if waiting for a response from the Pope and his entourage.

"Uh, me." The lover was speechless and slightly raised his hand.

"Furthermore!" the old man abruptly interrupted his lover, "Based on the equation for cutting off the machine, you can easily deduce it."

“A synthetic beast raised in captivity, it can capture wild ones.” He paused, pondering, “Electronic dragons.”

"So, this, this, this, this..." The old man frowned, clasping his hands together as if pondering how to express himself.

"Regardless of whether the Swift Raptor's synchronization is radioactive, place the Divine Stele in the North Pole with a low scale, and then place the Arctic Sky Bear in the South Pole to form a loop connection."

"Once the circuit is formed, I am 50% confident that I can over-summon the Colossus and thus awaken Isolde in the graveyard."

"What do you think?"

The old man stared blankly at the crowd.

(End of this chapter)