Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

As soon as he finished speaking, a yellow taxi stopped precisely in front of everyone.

The driver stuck his head out and shouted impatiently, "Are you getting in or not? You're taking so long."

Lin Qiye opened the car door and made a "please" gesture to Michael.

Michael walked to the other side of the rear door, and imitated Lin Qi...ye's behavior, reaching out to grasp the door handle and gently pulling it.

"Thorn--!"

A teeth-grinding sound of metal tearing was heard.

Under everyone's horrified gaze, the solid iron door

Like a piece of paper, Michael tore it off the car body.

He stood there holding a complete car door in his hand, with a rare look of confusion on his face.

The driver in the car opened his mouth into an "O" shape, and the cigarette he was holding fell into his pants and burned a hole without him noticing. He turned his head and

Looking at the empty car door frame and then at Michael holding the car door, the fear in his eyes almost overflowed.

"Where's the... fuck... door?"

There was deathly silence in the car.

The relaxed atmosphere of the previous second froze in an instant, and an invisible pressure enveloped everyone.

This is more breathtaking than seeing Michael split the sky with a sword on the battlefield.

Because this power is right beside them at this moment, so close that they can touch it, yet it is completely incomprehensible.

Michael frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about where he had gone wrong.

He looked down at the car door in his hand, then looked at the car body, then stretched out his other hand and slowly pressed the door back into place.

Under the incomprehensible gazes of the crowd, his palm pressing on the joint glowed faintly.

There was a slight wriggling sound from the torn metal joint.

Broken hinges, broken screw holes, deformed steel plates,

It repairs, reorganizes and integrates itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It only took three seconds.

Michael let go of his hand, and the car door was still hanging on the car body intact, as if the horrifying scene just now had never happened.

He grasped the door handle again, this time controlling his strength and pulling gently.

"Click."

The car door opened.

Michael nodded with satisfaction and bent down to sit down.

The driver shivered all over, as if he had just been pulled out of ice water.

He picked up the cigarette with trembling hands and asked tremblingly, "Where are you...where are you going, big brothers?"

"Night Watch Headquarters." Lin Qiye's voice was a little dry.

No one spoke in the car anymore.

Wu Hen leaned against the window, his eyes narrowed, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his knees.

His mind was frantically calculating the energy level contained in that moment.

This isn't even within the realm of fucking physics anymore.

This is the law of cause and effect.

Night's Watch headquarters, highest command room.

Zuo Qing stood in front of the huge French window with his back to everyone.

There was only one lamp on in the office, which made her shadow extremely long.

"We're all back." Her voice was emotionless.

"Commander Zuo." Lin Qiye and others stood at attention and saluted.

Zuo Qing turned around, a hint of fatigue on her cold face, and she slammed a document on the table.

"Long story short, urgent mission," she said succinctly. "Codename: [Locate the Cabinet]."

Everyone looked stern.

"Our intelligence department intercepted the top secret order of 'Dawn of the Gods'. Their target is the legendary Ark of the Covenant."

【ark of the covenant】!

As soon as these two words came out, even the usually calm Wu Hen's pupils shrank slightly.

"Does that thing really exist?" Baili Pangpang couldn't help but ask.

"It exists." Zuo Qing answered decisively, "According to intelligence, the Ark of the Covenant was last seen in Yeland in Northern Europe."

Yeland.

When this name came out of Zuo Qing's mouth, Lin Qiye's heart seemed to be suddenly grasped by an invisible big hand, and his breathing suddenly stagnated.

He was very familiar with this name.

The sixth patient, the God who called himself "Lies", left this place name as the only clue before leaving the [Gate of No Reason].

He said that His “home” was there.

Lin Qiye's face turned pale in an instant, and this change did not escape the eyes of Wu Hen next to him.

Wu Hen glanced at him, a hint of inquiry flashed in the depths of his eyes, but he said nothing.

How could it be such a coincidence?

The Ark of the Covenant and the sixth patient actually pointed to the same place at the same time?

What is the connection between them?

Countless questions, like wildly growing vines, instantly entangled Lin Qiye's brain.

He released the patients originally to fight against future disasters, but now it seems that he has released a bigger trouble with his own hands.

"'Dawn of the Gods' has sent its top-tier forces for the Ark of the Covenant. We must get ahead of them."

Zuo Qing's voice interrupted Lin Qiye's thoughts.

"This operation is under the full responsibility of your Night Squad."

"Mr. Michael will also accompany us as the team's top combatant."

Everyone's heart sank. Since Zuo Qing could directly send out Michael, one could imagine how dangerous this mission was.

"I only have one request," Zuo Qing's eyes swept over everyone.

"Retrieve the Ark of the Covenant at all costs, or... destroy it."

The atmosphere in the office was extremely depressing.

Just as Lin Qiye was about to accept the order, Zuo Qing suddenly seemed to remember something, sighed, and his tone became more complicated.

"Also, there's another personal matter...or rather, another official matter that I need to ask you for help."

She paused, her voice lowering.

"If you are in Northern Europe and have any news about Zhou Ping, please report it immediately."

Zhou Ping?

Everyone was stunned at first, and then a chill rushed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

"Zhou Ping?!" An Qingyu screamed.

"Is... is it that Zhou Ping?"

"There is only one Sword Master in Daxia." Zuo Qing's answer made everyone's heart sink to the bottom.

"Commander Zuo, what do you mean?"

Wu Hen frowned, keenly grasping the wrongness in the words.

"Senior Zhou Ping...what happened?"

Zuo Qing was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Half a year ago, he went to Northern Europe to track down a god, and since then, he has completely lost contact."

boom--!

This news is even more shocking than the [Ark of the Covenant] mission itself.

The Sword Master of Great Xia, Zhou Ping, the man known as one of the ceilings of human combat power, has been missing for a full six months!

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen looked at each other and saw extreme shock in each other's eyes.

They had just returned from the fog and thought they could finally take a breath, but reality hit them hard one after another.

Outside the window, dark clouds had gathered without my knowledge, and dull thunder was rolling deep in the clouds, indicating that a storm was about to come.

The fog has not yet dissipated, and a new storm is quietly approaching.