Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Hongying's figure disappeared from the spot, but her words lingered in the ears of Lin Qiye and Wu Hen like a spell.

The space began to distort, and the outline of Shenlong Pass in front of me gradually blurred and stretched in the violent shock.

Finally, it turned into a streak of light and completely disappeared from their sight.

There was no longer solid ground under my feet, but nothingness.

Lin Qiye frowned and subconsciously looked back at the empty darkness.

I felt a surge of concern for Cao Yuan, Baili Pangpang, and all the comrades who stayed behind.

After this departure, who knows when they will see each other again, and what kind of dangers will they face?

He suppressed the heaviness in his heart and pretended to be relaxed as he curled the corners of his mouth at Wu Hen beside him.

Wu Hen didn't say anything, but just responded with a calm look.

He knew better than anyone that at a time like this, any comfort would be inadequate.

There is an uncertain future ahead of them and unfulfilled responsibilities behind them.

And in his mind, he remembered Hongying's fatal warning: "Don't trust anyone... especially those with the same surname as Lin."

This warning was like a poisonous thorn, piercing deep into Lin Qiye's heart.

The changes in light and shadow around them suddenly stopped, and the dazzling white light made them squint subconsciously.

They found themselves standing in a magnificent pure white hall. Above the dome flowed a golden light visible to the naked eye, sacred and solemn.

A figure in a white robe and with six wings on its back stood quietly in front of them, looking at them gently.

Michael.

"Welcome, heroes from the East." Michael's voice was like a hymn, with the power to soothe people's hearts.

Lin Qiye was about to speak when he felt a sharp burning sensation in his chest.

He looked down and saw that the nameplate representing the time limit of their existence was flashing red light madly, and the countdown on it was almost over.

The same is true for Wu Hen.

The shadow of death looms again.

"It seems you don't have much time left." Michael's tone did not show any surprise.

He raised his right hand and lightly touched the nameplates of the four people with his index finger.

A soft golden divine power flowed out from his fingertips and landed precisely on the four nameplates.

The dazzling red light was instantly swallowed up by gold, and the countdown that was about to return to zero was replaced by two new golden characters - "Miracle".

"This is..." Lin Qiye felt that the burning sensation in his chest had turned into warmth, and his tense nerves finally got a moment of respite.

"'Miracles' cannot be measured by conventional laws of time." Michael explained with a smile.

"As long as your faith remains, it will not disappear. It is a small gift to those of you who have created miracles."

"Thank you." Wu Hen thanked him concisely, but his eyes flashed with analysis and scrutiny.

He never believed that pie would fall from the sky. Every move made by this Seraphim Archangel must have a deep meaning.

Lin Qiye's mood also relaxed a lot. He grinned and said,

He said with a bit of ruffian tone: "Mr. Michael is really open and frank, unlike some people who have to beat around the bush when speaking." His words were suggestive.

Michael heard the resentment in his words, but just smiled and said, "I have always been curious about the structure of Daxia."

"In an era when all gods sought to completely control humanity, you were the only ones who embarked on a path of co-governance between gods and humans, and maintained it for such a long time."

“This in itself is a remarkable initiative.”

Hearing the praise of the foreign gods, Lin Qiye felt a sense of pride in his heart: "Of course, our gods are with us."

"Together, but also in the same peril." Michael's praise was still ringing in my ears, but he suddenly changed the subject, and a hint of indescribable pity appeared in his gentle eyes.

“A work of art that has been meticulously maintained by countless people may appear flawless, but precisely because of this, it is more fragile than anything else.”

"If there's even the slightest crack inside, the entire structure will crumble in an instant."

These words were like a basin of cold water, pouring over Lin Qiye's heart.

The smile on his face froze instantly.

Wu Hen's pupils also shrank suddenly.

Fragile? Cracked?

At this moment, Hongying's warning about "the man surnamed Lin" strangely overlapped with Michael's words.

A warning from the top leaders of Daxia, a hint from the gods of the West,

At the same time, it points to a terrifying possibility - there is something wrong within the entire system on which they depend for survival!

A chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and Lin Qiye felt as if he had fallen into an invisible net.

And everything that had happened in Shenlong Pass before was just the most insignificant knot in this web.

"What... do you want to say?" Lin Qiye's voice was a little dry, and his heart suddenly sank, as if a huge shadow was quietly approaching from the fog.

Michael did not answer directly. His compassionate gaze seemed to penetrate the hall and look towards the distant east.

"I didn't say anything." He shook his head slightly, his tone becoming vague and heavy.

"I just want to remind you that when you stare into the abyss, perhaps you should first look at where you are standing to see if... it is still solid land."