Wucheng.
At the edge of the city-state.
Within the pitch-black Ancient Well, a dark-golden goblet emitted a dreamlike glow. Crimson wine, red as blood, swayed against its inner walls, tugging at everyone's minds.
Claude and the others stared fixedly at the Holy Grail floating before them and swallowed.
"The Holy Grail... This is the Holy Grail?"
One of the agents muttered to himself.
"The supreme wishing machine that can grant any wish." Joy appeared in Claude's eyes. "We found it!"
He reached out, about to touch the Holy Grail's surface so close at hand, when a sharp glint of cold light flashed from behind him!
A chill ran down the back of Claude's neck, and every hair on his body stood on end. Without a second thought, he threw himself forward.
The next instant, a shadowy long blade silently swept over his head. It severed several strands of hair while beheading the two other agents standing beside him.
Their heads, filled with terror and confusion, flew high into the air. Blood sprayed out, only to be drawn toward the dark-golden goblet floating in the center and swept into it like streams.
The crimson wine rose slightly, rippling between the goblet's smooth walls.
Claude came back to his senses and whipped around. Two agents had already joined together and begun ambushing all the agents beneath the Ancient Well.
The strike that had nearly taken Claude's life had been launched by one of them. Seeing that it had failed to kill Claude, he frowned. Then shadowy light flashed around him, surging toward Claude like a tsunami.
"Are you insane?!" Claude roared.
"Insane? I'd say you're the insane ones." The agent sneered. "You actually want to rely on a few divine artifacts to slay gods? Do you really think gods are pushovers?
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