Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 422 - 187: Killing Strike_2

Chapter 422: Chapter 187: Killing Strike_2

Lin Baici felt that the craftsmen who carved the hieroglyphics here should be killed.

In the God State, why were there still beggars?

Wasn’t that disgracing the Pharaoh’s ability to govern?

Each mural was narrating a story about this Pharaoh, some true, some fabricated, but they all praised and deified him, so that those who looked up would know this was a great king.

"Since each mural is narrating something, then we are supposed to be slaves, right?"

Lin Baici contemplated.

How did the Pharaoh treat his slaves?

Having a general direction, Lin Baici searched much faster; his gaze hurriedly skimmed the murals, looking for those related to battles, pastoral life, and such.

Lin Baici walked briskly along the wall and covered roughly a hundred meters before finally finding something.

On the northwest side of the main hall, the wall depicted the Pharaoh showing his majesty and benevolence.

He set some slaves free, granted them liberty, and then strangled and beheaded the disobedient ones to let them know the consequences of defying a great king.

Before Lin Baici could look carefully for people, Gu Qingqiu and Xia Hongyao also arrived.

"This is the place!" Gu Qingqiu shouted excitedly, "Red Medicine, look quickly."

After she yelled, her gaze couldn’t help but fall on Lin Baici who was more than twenty meters away.

He’s so fast!

"Little Linzi, over here!"

Xia Hongyao called out, wanting to remind Lin Baici that it was on this section of the mural that they could find everyone’s sculptures.

"Don’t shout, he probably knows!"

Gu Qingqiu quietly reminded her, as shouting like this could likely attract the Pharaoh.

"Huh?"

Xia Hongyao was taken aback and then nodded in understanding; of course, given Little Linzi’s intelligence, he could deduce this step, no problem.

After hearing Gu Qingqiu’s analysis of the mural, she was amazed and wanted to pull her into the team even more.

Originally, she thought Little Qiu Qiu would become the team’s lead strategist, but now it seemed Lin Baici wasn’t far behind.

Haha!

Xia Hongyao immediately felt happy because this was her deputy team leader, a talent she had unearthed herself.

Lin Baici looked at Xia Hongyao and quickly gestured with a finger over his lips, signaling for silence, then quickly wagged two fingers a few times.

"What does that mean?"

Xia Hongyao didn’t understand.

"He’s telling us to start moving, not to stand here like idiots!"

Gu Qingqiu explained.

"Oh! Oh!"

Xia Hongyao got it, standing here searching would definitely draw the Pharaoh’s or Bian Xiang’s attention, so they had to act as if they were just casually passing by.

They could "pass by" a few more times, though.

Lin Baici had not found his sculpture, but he did see Cai Wenqi’s and Kim Myungjin’s.

On the mural, they were just as small as a finger’s length, bound all over, kneeling on an altar, with clothes and facial features identical to those of Cai Wenqi and Kim Myungjin in reality; not just realistically captured but perfectly replicated.

Phew!

Lin Baici let out a sigh of relief, problem solved; if he could find two, then he could find more.

"Lin Baici, Fei Xiao, come help!"

Bian Xiang shouted urgently.

Seeing this, the Pharaoh intensified his offensive.

This human was very formidable, he must be killed quickly; if they joined forces with him, it would significantly increase his pressure.

However, seeing Lin Baici, while the Pharaoh’s heart relaxed, he couldn’t help but sneer in derision.

Humans, indeed, are a species fond of infighting.

But what if this guy found the way to lift the curse while standing in front of the mural of slaves?

The Pharaoh glanced at others anxiously pacing in front of the mural, thinking they were merely resorting to a desperate attempt.

"He couldn’t be that clever!"

Putting aside whether he could think of the slave sculptures, even if he did, there were over a hundred thousand people on the vast mural; before he found them, the Pharaoh would have already killed this man and taken his head.

"Don’t scare yourself!"

The Pharaoh focused, ready to address Bian Xiang.

Lin Baici kept watching the Pharaoh and saw him glancing a few times at him before looking away; he felt reassured.

First, take care of the curse issue.

How should these sculptures be destroyed?

Lin Baici did not rashly go forward and hack at them; what if he made a mistake that led to Kim Myungjin’s death?

Fortunately, the Eater God was perceptive.

[Destroy the head of the slave sculpture, but you must remember, it must be a successful beheading with one strike, or else it will trigger the curse to erupt prematurely!]

"So that’s how it is!"

Lin Baici was reassured and began looking for his slave sculpture; suddenly, three sword energies shot over, hitting the wall and leaving thumb-deep indentations.

"Lin Baici, is there a key to lifting the curse on this part of the mural?"

Bian Xiang bellowed.

He was very shrewd; seeing Lin Baici lingering around here, he knew there was something about this place; if it weren’t for the curse being just over a minute away from taking effect, he would have waited quietly and observed in secret.

Now, he could only shout loudly to coax words out of Lin Baici.

Others, hearing this, all looked over.

Lin Baici said nothing, but Xia Hongyao immediately looked at Lin Baici with a sense of nervousness as if they had been discovered.

Bian Xiang, an old hand at this, was very experienced; from Xia Hongyao’s instinctive facial expression, he guessed pretty much what was going on.

He immediately left the Pharaoh behind and rushed over, swinging his long sword at the mural simultaneously.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Sword energies crisscrossed, hitting the mural, and stone powder flew everywhere.

Suddenly, a man screamed as if his chest had been opened with an invisible scythe, his innards scattered around, causing him to die on the spot.