Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen's face turned pale in an instant. He squatted down suddenly, his fingers almost inserting into the scorched earth at the edge of the sword mark.

Lin Qiye frowned: "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"It's more troublesome than seeing a ghost." Wu Hen's voice was a little dry.

"This sword mark... was left by Zhou Ping."

"Nonsense, who else but him can chop out such a weird thing with one sword?" Lin Qiye kicked the stone at his feet impatiently.

"Speak the key."

Wu Hen ignored him, closed his eyes and sensed carefully.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes, his eyes filled with horror: "No... There's more than just Zhou Ping's sword intent here. There are also three... completely unfamiliar divine powers."

"Every one of them is not inferior to the Lord God."

Lin Qiye's expression froze. "What did you say? Three Lord Gods? Besieging Zhou Ping?"

"There's no doubt about it. The reverberation of this power is too overbearing." Wu Hen stood up and looked towards the distance where the sword mark extended.

"Also, judging by the energy decay, this battle took place about a month ago."

A month ago, Zhou Ping was here, being hunted down by three god-level enemies.

This realization hit the two of them like a huge rock.

The air suddenly became so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

"The timing matches." An Qingyu's voice suddenly came from the side. He was fiddling with a strange instrument, and a complex diagram flashed on the screen.

"Based on analysis of geological strata changes and residual magnetic fields, this sword mark was formed thirty-two days ago."

"Moreover, the magnetic field disturbance is linear, with its intensity increasing from weak to strong and then weak again, which means they just passed by here at high speed."

Lin Qiye immediately grasped the key point: "You mean, this is not the main battlefield?"

"Yes." An Qingyu nodded and put away the instrument. "This is just the aftermath of a pursuit. The real battle took place elsewhere."

Wu Hen's expression turned even uglier. "A passing battlefield has caused a thousand-mile crack in the ground... What will the main battlefield look like?"

"More importantly, which pantheon do those three main gods belong to?"

No one can answer this question. The unknown enemy is the most terrifying.

Everyone returned to the exploration ship with heavy hearts.

The ship set sail again, heading for deeper waters.

After an unknown amount of time, the crew member in charge of sonar in the cabin suddenly cried out in surprise.

"Captain! Sonar... sonar is not responding!"

Lin Qiye rushed over, grabbed the headphones and put them on, then frowned: "What do you mean no response?"

"It's just... dead silence." The crew member's voice trembled.

"We are now directly above the 'mysterious' trench. This should be the most 'lively' place in the world!"

"But now, there's no sound at all. All that 'mystery'...seems to have disappeared!"

Wu Hen also came over. He didn't look at the sonar, but stared at the sea outside the porthole, which was darker than ink.

"It's not disappeared."

He whispered,

"They're afraid. Something has frightened all the 'mysteries' in this sea, so much so that they dare not even speak or even exist."

These words made the temperature in the entire cabin seem to drop to freezing point.

An ominous premonition hung over everyone's heart.

The only candlelight flickered on the table, illuminating everyone's tense faces.

At this moment, Michael, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes.

"We're here." His voice was calm, but it sounded like a thunderclap in everyone's ears.

Lin Qiye turned around suddenly and looked at him in disbelief: "Are we there? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"This damn place is nothing but seawater and darkness. Is your kingdom of heaven built on the bottom of the sea?"

"The kingdom of heaven is not the kingdom of this world." Michael stood up slowly, his silver eyes seemed to be out of focus under the candlelight.

“It’s not on any map, nor does it exist in physical space. It’s a pure land of the mind.”

One team member couldn't help but sneer: "Pure Land of the Soul? You've been talking for a long time, and this is all you show us?"

"What the hell is this? We came halfway around the world to meditate here?"

Michael did not get angry, but looked at him calmly: "Mortal, you cannot understand the realm of God."

"The entrance to heaven is not in the outside world, but within the heart of each of you. Only the most devout faith and the purest heart can knock on that door."

As soon as the words fell, the cabin fell into silence.

Stunned, absurd, and unbelievable.

Everyone's expressions were extremely wonderful.

After all this time, the destination is an idealistic thing?

Lin Qiye looked at Wu Hen and asked with his eyes: Do you believe him?

Wu Hen narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered back, "Let's try. There's no need for him to lie to us about this."

"If heaven really exists, it's normal that its form is beyond our understanding."

Lin Qiye cursed, but still accepted the statement.

He took a deep breath and prepared to follow Michael's instructions and try to chant the name of the "Holy Lord" in his heart.

See if there is that damn door in your heart.

However, before he could open his mouth, something strange happened.

"Look outside!" A terrified scream came from the lookout tower.

Everyone rushed to the deck in an instant, and was stunned by the scene before them.

The sea surface, which was originally as dark as ink, was now emitting a strange silver light.

The light did not come from the sky, but penetrated from the bottomless sea.

It was as if some huge luminous object was slowly rising from the abyss.

Then, a sound that could not be described in words sounded quietly from all directions.

It was not any known language, but more like the whispers of countless souls, a mixture of mumbling and prayers, which penetrated directly into everyone's mind.

That voice was filled with a sacredness that did not belong to this world.

It is also filled with madness that does not belong to this human world.

Wu Hen's pupils suddenly contracted. He stared at the increasingly bright silver sea and spoke word by word:

"This thing...wasn't made by Michael."