Notre-Dame de Paris.

On the devastated earth, a hazy mist soaked through the pool of blood, and a strong fishy smell flowed through the air.

A body fell in the broken ruins, motionless, its body strangely twisted, I don't know how many bones had been twisted off, and only half of the breath remained.

In the center of the battlefield, like a crater, a figure in a black cloak stood quietly, the breeze blowing through the wide hood, and the word "04" swayed in the wind above the brim.

In front of him, there were still three agent figures left, staggering and barely steady, and the eyes that looked at No. 04 in front of him were full of horror.

Squeak ——!

The ancient portal rattled, and five minutes later, No. 03 pushed the door out of Notre-Dame Cathedral.

His gaze swept over a messy battlefield, a sarcasm appeared in his eyes, and he calmly walked to No. 04's side and slowly spoke:

"There are three left...... Your strength has regressed, Hephaestus. ”

"I'm free." No. 04 said lightly, "The strength of these few is very good, if the injury is too serious now...... It's not good to help us do things. ”

"That's right." 03's gaze swept around, "What about the other agents?" You didn't kill them, did you? ”

"Nope."

"That's good, there are a lot of good seedlings here, although the combat effectiveness is not strong, but it can come in handy at critical moments."

No. 03 took a step, and among the half-dead agents, more than a dozen agents were dragged out and thrown to the ground like corpses.

No. 03 picked up the head of one of the agents, and the blood-stained brim of his hat was clearly engraved with the number "22".

"And this guy, he has been to the King's Treasure House, and he should know that some key clues have not been said."

03 raised his hand and tapped him on the forehead, and a ray of light poured into his body, and the semi-conscious 22 whimpered twice and was casually thrown to the ground.

No. 03 did the same, slapping the unconscious agents on the head in turn, and finally walked up to the three agents who were still barely standing.

"No. 09, No. 17, No. 38...... Thor, Vishnu...... Pull? The city of the Sun in Egypt has been destroyed, and there are still agents who have escaped? No. 03 stared at No. 38 in surprise, and after a moment, sneered, "A Supreme God agent with no background is really a perfect candidate." ”

The three agents stared at No. 03 and No. 04 in front of them, and No. 09's eyes were full of puzzlement:

"Why...... Why are there two gods mixed in the proxy meeting? How is this possible......"

No. 03 walked up to him and spoke with interest:

"I'm curious, what did the prophet on the 33rd tell you to make you deal with the two of us in such a unified way?"

Under the pressure of No. 03's divine power, No. 17 was silent for a moment and recounted what had happened.

"He knew who we were...... He also used the information of the agents of the two gods to trick these agents into dealing with us, and he took a step ahead of the golden cicada to get out of his shell.

This prophet is indeed not simple. ”

No. 04 said in a deep voice.

"His target should also be the King's Treasure Vault, maybe he is already on his way to the location......" 03's eyes narrowed slightly, and from this mysterious agent of the God of Prophecy and Magic, he actually gave him a sense of urgency.

His gaze swept over the three agents in front of him, and he said lightly,

"Now, you have two choices, either die or ...... Do something for us. ”

……

As No. 03 and No. 04 disappeared into the fog with more than a dozen agents, the city in ruins fell into a dead silence again.

Inside Notre Dame Cathedral.

No. 01, who witnessed the whole process on the second floor, frowned slightly.

"Two Olympian ......"

He stood in place like a sculpture for a long time, stepped down the stairs, and saw No. 02 slumped in the center of the hall.

A cold, machine-like voice came from under the hood: "Number 02, it's time for you to leave." ”

"But, but ......"

No. 02 stretched out his hand and pointed to the ruins outside Notre Dame, his eyes full of horror and fear.

He also exchanged the information of the Twin Gods agent from Lin Qiye's hands, if it weren't for the fact that No. 01 suddenly changed to leave in reverse order, I'm afraid that he would be one of the people lying outside now.

"They're gone, you can leave." Number 01's voice didn't have the slightest mood swing.

No. 02 glanced at the dead silence outside the door, staggered to his feet, gritted his teeth for a moment, tightened his hood, rushed straight into the fog, and left here.

In the empty Notre-Dame Cathedral, only No. 01 remains, wandering the ancient halls.

He walked slowly to a remote room, pulled out a list from the cubicle, and flipped through it.

"No. 09, Jack Claude, the agent of the Norse Asgard Thor, [Ten Imperial Front] ranked sixth."

"No. 17, Pakash, one of the three supreme gods of the Hindu Celestial Temple, the agent of Vishnu, ranked fourth in the [Ten Imperial Fronts]."

"No. 38, Bifeitu, the agent of the supreme god 'La' of the Egyptian Sun City, ranked second in the [Ten Imperial Fronts] ......"

"Olympus, this group of guys, in order to get the king's treasury, is really a big deal."

Number 01 snorted coldly.

He took the list and walked over to a wall full of straight brass pipes, and lifted the screw-on cap of the brass pipes.

At the moment when the lid was opened, a subtle humming sound came from inside the tube and echoed through the room, and if you listened carefully, you could hear the sound of the conversation between the two.

These are not artifacts with divine powers, these brass pipes are just simple metal phonographs that have been modified, and each brass pipe corresponds to a room on the second floor that is used for trading.

Since there is no fluctuation of spiritual power and divine power, it is just a purely physical product, even the gods did not notice its existence, and everyone thought that this was a special pipe that originally existed in this ancient building.

No. 01 sat quietly by the pipe, one by one, listening carefully to the recordings of transactions in each room.

After listening to all the trading information, he took a deep breath and got up from his seat.

Brown Myers...... The King's Treasury ...... Gilgamesh ......" he wandered alone in the small room, looking down and thinking about something, "Perhaps, we can use this opportunity to muddy the waters of Asgard as well......"

He stopped in front of the narrow glass window, and his eyes focused on the corner of the room, where there were three corpses that had been left for an unknown amount of time.

These three corpses, the body shape, and appearance are exactly the same, except for the one in the center, which is the main body, and both of them are shriveled clones.

"No. 01, Ram Bad, the agent of the Maharaja of the Hindu Celestial Temple, ranked seventh in the [Ten Imperial Front]." No. 01 looked down at the list in his hand, and whispered to the three identical corpses in the corner,

"Thanks to you, I was able to collect so much information in one go...... The plan can be improved. ”

He grabbed the brim of his hat with "01" written on it with both hands, and slowly took it off, and the hazy glimmer reflected on the ordinary girl's face under the brim through the glass-like window.

The corners of her mouth hooked up a faint smile.

Agent of the God of Trickery,

Si Xiaonan.