for seven nights, and there was joy in his eyes!that is a wooden chopstick.A wooden chopstick carrying the meaning of Xia Jiansheng and Zhou Ping Jian!as early as when the Japanese "human circle" kill...Notre Dame de Paris.

the hazy mist soaked through the blood pond on the devastated land, and there was a strong fishy smell in the air.

A body fell in the broken ruins, motionless, the body strangely twisted, I do not know how many bones were broken, leaving only half a breath left.

like a crater in the middle of the battlefield, a figure in a black cloak stood quietly, the breeze blowing over the broad hood, the word "04" swaying with the wind.

in front of him, there are three agents left, shaky and barely steady, looking at No. 04 in front of him with horror.

squeak!

the old door rattled for five minutes, and Notre Dame 03 pushed out of Notre Dame.

he glanced across the messy battlefield, and with sarcasm in his eyes, he calmly walked to No. 04 and slowly opened his mouth:

"there are three left." Your strength has waned, Hephaestus. "

"I left my hand." 04 said faintly, "the strength of these people is very good, if the injury is too serious now …"... It's not easy to work for us. "

"that's true." 03's eyes glanced around, "where are the other agents" You didn't kill them, did you

"No."

"good. There are also many good young people here. Although they are not very effective, they can come in handy at critical moments."

No. 03 began its pace, and among the half-dead agents, more than a dozen agents were dragged out and thrown on the ground like corpses.

03 picked up the head of one of the agents, with the number "22" clearly engraved on the brim of his bloody hat.

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

03 raised his hand and patted him on the forehead. A ray of light poured into his body, and the semi-comatose No. 22 whimpered twice and was casually thrown on the ground.

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

"09, 17, 38. Saul, Vishnu... Pull The Sun City in Egypt has been destroyed, but there are agents who have escaped " No. 03 stared at No. 38 in amazement. A moment later, he sneered, "an agent of the Supreme God with no background is a perfect candidate."

three agents stared at No. 03 and No. 04, and No. 09's eyes were full of confusion:

"Why. Why did the two gods blend in at the proxy party How is that possible "

03 came up to him and said with interest:

"I wonder what the prophet 33 said to you to make you deal with both of us in such a unified way."

under the oppression of Shenwei of No. 03, the 17th was silent for a moment and told the story again.

"sure enough, he knew who we were... And use the information of the agents of the two gods to trick these agents to deal with us, and get out of the shell one step ahead of time.

this prophet is really not simple. "

04 whispered.

"his goal should also be the treasure house of the king, and he may be on his way to the place by now." No. 03 eyes narrowed slightly, from this mysterious prophecy and magic god agent, unexpectedly let him have a sense of urgency.

he glanced over the first three agents and spoke faintly.

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

.

as 03 and 04, with more than a dozen agents, disappeared into the fog, the city in the ruins fell into silence again.

Notre Dame de Paris.

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

"two Olympian gods..."

he stood in place like a sculpture for a long time, stepped down the stairs and saw No. 02 slumped in the middle of the hall with a cold hum.

the voice as cold as a machine came from under the hood: "02, it's time for you to leave."

"Yes, but."

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

he also got the information of the agent of the two gods from the hands of Lin Qiyi. Had it not been for the sudden departure of the 01 in reverse order, I am afraid he would now be one of the people lying outside.

"they're gone. You can leave." There were no mood swings in the voice of No. 01.

02 saw the dead fog outside his eyes, staggered up from the ground, clenched his teeth for a moment, tightened his hood, rushed straight into the fog and left.

Notre Dame de Paris is empty, but Notre Dame 01 is left wandering around the old hall.

he walked slowly to a remote room, drew a list from the cubicle, and flipped through it carefully.

"No. 09, Jack Claude, agent of Saul, the Nordic god of Asgadre, ranked sixth."

"No. 17, Pakash, one of the three supreme gods of the Indian Temple of Heaven, the agent of Vishnu, ranked fourth."

"38, Bifeitu, agent of the Supreme God'La'of the Sun City of Egypt, ranked second in [the Ten Kings]."

"guys like Olympus made a lot of money in order to get the treasure house of the king."

01 give a cold hum.

he took the list, walked to a wall covered with straight brass pipes, raised his hand and lifted the lid of the brass pipes.

in the moment when the lid is opened, a slight hum comes out of the tube and echoes in the room. Listen carefully, you can hear the conversation between the two people.

this is not a magical object. These copper tubes are just modified simple metal gramophones. Each brass tube corresponds to a trading room on the second floor.

because there is no fluctuation of mental power and divine power, it is only a product of pure physics, and even the gods do not notice its existence. Everyone thinks that this is a special pipeline that already exists in this ancient building.

No. 01 sat quietly by the tube, one after another, listening carefully to the recording of transactions in each room.

after hearing all the trading information, he took a deep breath and stood up from his seat.

"Brown Myers... The treasure house of the king... Gilgamesh. " He wandered alone in the small room, bowing his head and thinking, "maybe we can take advantage of this opportunity to muddy the waters of Asgard."

he stopped at the narrow glazed window, and Yu Guang glanced at the corner of the room, where there were three bodies that had been lying there for an unknown time.

these three corpses are exactly the same in size and appearance, except that the one in the center is the body, and both of them are shrunken.

"01, Rambad, agent of Maharaja, Indian Temple of Heaven, ranked seventh." No. 01 looked down at the list in his hand and spoke softly to the three identical corpses in the corner.

"thanks to you, I can collect so much information at once." The plan can be further improved. "

he grabbed the brim of his hat with the words "01" in both hands and slowly took it off. The dim glimmer of light shone through the glazed window and reflected on the ordinary girl's face under the brim.

there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

the agent of the god of trickery,

Si Xiaonan.irection of the roar. Through the sword marks in the middle of the smoke, she could see that a ball of incandescent thunder was expanding crazily on the distant earth, and the smell of destroying heav...