Mumu tilted its head in confusion at Lin Qiye's words, as if unable to understand what he meant.
But the next moment, its skinny body shuddered. The Holy Grail it had swallowed heard Lin Qiye's wish, and waves of dreamlike light began to flow.
Mumu looked as though it had swallowed a flashing neon sign. Its bandage-wrapped belly glimmered for a moment, and the Flamethrower on its back spun out of control, carrying Lin Qiye straight toward a certain direction!
The situation had developed beyond Lin Qiye's expectations.
He had thought that once they found Sif's approximate location, Thor could easily rescue her. That would improve Thor's trust in him and give him more room for their subsequent actions.
But he had never expected Loki to leave contingencies even in the underworld. Hodur was now half-dead, and Thor and Tyr might not be Hela's match. If this dragged on, not only would they fail to save Sif, but he himself would be torn to pieces by those twelve mountain-sized monsters!
The only option now was to find Sif as quickly as possible and leave this damned place.
As Lin Qiye changed direction, No. 22, not far away, gritted his teeth, turned around, and followed close behind!
The Underworld Bone Dragon pursuing him beat its wings and turned as well.
Three figures began a bizarre chase through the underworld.
No. 22 knew perfectly well that he could never defeat the Underworld Bone Dragon on his own. The only thing he could do now was drag Lin Qiye into this with him!
As an agent of the Lust God, No. 22 was inferior to most agents in both direct combat strength and Divine Realm abilities. Yet he had clawed his way to where he was today and survived King's Treasury through sheer