Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Dead silence.

The deathly silence, so profound it was almost suffocating, made everyone present feel like they couldn't breathe.

The fat man opened his mouth, but his signature "Fuck!" got stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit it out.

The scene before him was beyond the scope of his language system.

This is neither a fairyland nor a sacred temple.

This is a ruin.

An endless expanse of ruins.

The enormous white stone pillars lay scattered on the ground, like sugarcane broken in half by a giant.

It was covered with spiderweb-like cracks and dried dark red bloodstains.

The once magnificent palace is now nothing but ruins; its pristine white walls have been blackened by the flames of war.

Huge claw marks and sword slash marks can be seen everywhere.

Countless broken weapons were stuck in the scorched earth, like the outstretched arms of the desperate, accusing the unknown and brutal war.

The entire Kingdom of Heaven is like a vast graveyard.

"This...this is heaven?"

Lin Qiye's voice was extremely dry. He tried to find even the slightest trace of "holiness" in this ruin, but in the end he only saw death and decay.

Michael did not answer; he simply stood there quietly.

His golden eyes reflected the shattered homeland, and his incomparably handsome face was filled with an unyielding sorrow.

“Lord Michael…” An Qingyu’s voice trembled slightly as he pointed to the distant horizon.

"Look there... what's that? A black sword? And... why does it seem like there's a red light surging beneath the cracks in this earth?"

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

At the horizon, a massive, jet-black sword seemed to pierce through the heavens and earth, deeply embedded in the ground.

And in the bottomless chasms beneath their feet, a faint dark red light could be seen, like the pulse of the earth, slowly pulsating and exuding an ominous aura.

Michael's gaze shifted to the black sword, his voice low and hoarse: "That is the entrance to hell."

hell!

These two words struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

"Hell? You mean...hell is right beneath heaven?" Wu Hen's eyes narrowed as he quickly grasped the crux of the problem. "Shouldn't heaven and hell be two different dimensions? Why are they bordering each other here?"

Michael took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm the turmoil within him.

"The war of the gods... is far more brutal than you can imagine."

"Lucifer led his fallen angels and demon legions, directly breaking through the barriers of space and forcibly connecting Hell and Heaven."

"That sword is the coordinate left by Lucifer, a permanent spatial anchor."

He paused, a hint of self-deprecation in his voice.

"The so-called sea of ​​clouds is nothing more than a fig leaf used by the Holy Lord at the last moment to cover up this battlefield and the entrance to hell."

Everyone fell silent again.

To break through Heaven and connect with Hell... what terrifying power would that require?

They had always thought that the war of the gods was just a civil war among angels, but now it seems that it was clearly a catastrophe that swept through the entire mythological system.

"Then... what about the Holy Lord?" Lin Qiye pressed, this was the question he cared about most.

Yeland's injury requires power at the level of a Holy Lord to heal; if something were to happen to the Holy Lord...

Michael's eyes dimmed. He looked up at the sky, where the cold, silvery moon seemed to pierce through the clouds, casting its light upon him.

"The Holy Lord... is no longer here."

"Gone? What does that mean? Has he fallen?" Lin Qiye's heart sank.

"not quite."

Michael slowly shook his head.

"At the end of that war, in order to seal the forcibly connected Hell and to completely imprison Lucifer, the Holy Lord sacrificed himself."

"His physical body transformed into this silver moon, purifying the filth overflowing from hell with its divine light;"

"His soul transformed into the most powerful seal in the world, suppressing the gates of hell."

Michael's voice was soft, yet carried an unshakable weight.

"He did not completely perish, but... he can never return. He exists, yet he does not exist."

Lin Qiye's brows furrowed instantly.

Wu Hen stood beside him, not saying a word, but a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes as well.

This outcome is even worse than the direct fall of the Holy Lord.

This means that their plan to use the power of the Holy Lord to heal Yeland has been blocked from the very beginning.

How could a soul and body that have already become a seal and the moon possibly save people again?

"Let's go." Michael withdrew his gaze, started walking, and headed towards the only relatively intact palace in the center of the ruins.

"We don't have much time left."

The others followed silently.

Beneath my feet lay shattered sacred stones, in my ears the cold wind howled past, and the air was filled with a mournful atmosphere of rust and dust.

Every step felt like stepping on the corpses of history.

Michael walked at the very front, his back as straight as a pine tree, his steps firm.

But Wu Hen noticed that the knuckles of his hand, which was gripping the wooden box tightly, were slightly white from the force.

His steps appeared steady, but each step carried a barely perceptible tremor.

This doesn't feel like a return to one's hometown; it's more like a solitary pilgrimage.

Passing through the collapsed Arc de Triomphe and around the statue of an angel with its wings cut off, they finally arrived at the gates of the central palace.

The palace gates have long since disappeared, leaving only an empty door frame.

Michael stopped in front of the door, turned to look at the crowd, and said with an unprecedentedly serious expression: "The next place is the throne room of the Holy Lord, which is also the last pure land of the entire Kingdom of Heaven. The Ark of the Covenant is inside. You wait for me outside."

After saying that, he walked alone into the deep darkness, carrying the wooden box.

Everyone stood outside the door, the atmosphere extremely tense.

Time passed minute by minute, and each second seemed as long as a century.

Suddenly, an extremely terrifying surge of divine power erupted from the depths of the palace!

That power was filled with uncontrollable rage and killing intent. The entire Heavenly Kingdom ruins trembled violently under this power, and countless pebbles were shaken into the air before falling helplessly back down.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance, realizing something was wrong, and immediately rushed inside.

Inside the throne room, Michael knelt before the empty throne. The wooden box in his hand had been opened, but inside... it was empty.

He stared intently at the empty box, his handsome face devoid of any sadness, replaced by an icy, somber expression.

In his golden eyes, a fury brewed, enough to incinerate the entire world.

"The Ark of the Covenant... is gone." His voice sounded as if it were being squeezed out from between his teeth, each word carrying a chilling coldness.

Lin Qiye's heart tightened suddenly. The Ark of the Covenant was Michael's only goal on this trip and the key to their escape from here. Now it had disappeared?

In these ruins that have been sealed off for countless years, who could steal it?

He looked at the exquisite wooden box, and his gaze suddenly froze.

Wu Hen, standing to the side, suddenly contracted his pupils. His gaze passed over the empty bottom of the box and locked onto a very subtle scratch on the inner wall of the wooden box.

The scratch was very new, definitely not an old one; it looked more like it had been hastily left by something sharp not long ago.