Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

That throbbing sensation originating from the depths of space was not simply an energy fluctuation, but a feeling of "tearing".

Shen Qingzhu's face turned deathly pale instantly.

She understood what this meant better than anyone else on the ship.

This is not a natural phenomenon, nor is it an inherent danger of the Bloody Strait.

This is a collision of forces from higher dimensions, and the aftershocks it releases are enough to tear this fragile space apart like paper.

Most High God!

Only a battle at the level of supreme gods could trigger such a terrifying spatial chain reaction!

They're finished.

The thought had barely crossed her mind when Shen Qingzhu forcibly suppressed it.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, almost bursting out of her throat, but she maintained an astonishing calm on her face.

The more desperate the situation, the more important it is to remain rational. This is an ironclad rule she learned from countless brushes with death.

"Turn around! Top speed! Get out of this area!"

She screamed with all her might, her voice trembling slightly with fear, but the commands were crystal clear.

However, it's too late.

Just as the exploration vessel's engines roared under strain, attempting to change course—

boom--! ! !

An irresistible force suddenly surged from the bottom of the ship, affecting the entire exploration vessel weighing several thousand tons.

Like a toy discarded by a naughty child, it was forcibly lifted from beneath the blood-red sea and sent flying into the air!

The feeling of weightlessness instantly gripped everyone.

Shen Qingzhu felt her feet suddenly give way, and she was thrown towards the ship's side by the enormous inertia.

Her pupils contracted to dangerously small pinpoints in an instant; the last image frozen on her retina...

It was a massive, immeasurably large, pitch-black shadow that flashed past beneath the surging waves of blood.

Then, everything started to spin.

The world seemed to be muted at that moment.

The roar of the engine, the screams of my companions, the roar of the waves... all sounds vanished in an instant.

Dead silence.

In the absolute silence, only the pounding of her own heart could be heard.

At the same time, in heaven.

"Why is it getting dark?" Cao Yuan looked up at the sky, his brows furrowed.

The once holy and radiant heaven now seemed shrouded in a gray curtain.

The light dimmed rapidly, and an indescribable sense of oppression enveloped everyone's hearts.

Even more strangely, some grayish-white fluffy things began to fall from the sky, like a sudden heavy snowfall.

"This snow... is a bit strange." Lin Qiye reached out his hand, trying to catch a snowflake.

"Don't touch it!"

A sharp, low shout rang out, and An Qingyu staggered.

He leaned against the broken wall beside him, his face was deathly pale, his breathing was rapid, and his eyes showed an unprecedented solemnity and exhaustion.

"Don't touch that dust!"

He repeated it, his voice hoarse.

"That's not snow, nor ash...it's the remains of some Krish god."

Everyone was stunned.

"Wreckage? What do you mean?"

Wu Hen narrowed his eyes. Although he didn't understand what a deity of the Khrushchev system was, his intuition told him that this thing was extremely dangerous.

An Qingyu took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm the pain from some kind of backlash. He pointed to the ashes falling from the sky.

He said, slowly and deliberately, "It means that a god died just now."

"His physical body of law completely collapsed, turning into cosmic dust that covered this world."

“These things are the last proof of His existence, filled with the most primal and chaotic pollution and curses.”

A god...is dead?

This news hit like a hammer blow, striking everyone's heart hard.

Lin Qiye's gaze passed over the falling "divine remains" and looked towards the distant entrance to hell that connected heaven and earth.

The voice was terrifyingly low: "That old bastard Odin has probably stirred up a huge mess; he's triggered a chain of divine changes."

No one present was a fool.

Connecting An Qingyu's words with the strange changes in the Heavenly Kingdom before her eyes, a terrifying deduction instantly formed—Odin's actions...

It is very likely that this directly or indirectly led to the fall of a supreme god, and the death of this god, in turn, caused the current apocalyptic scene.

"Damn, are we going to go this far?" Baili Pangpang couldn't help but curse.

That's not the point right now.

Wu Hen calmly interrupted him, his gaze also fixed on the entrance to hell.

“The path to heaven has been blocked by these ‘divine remains’.”

“If we get even a little bit involved, we might be corrupted and turned into monsters. The only way out is there.”

All eyes were drawn to the ominous entrance to the abyss.

Heaven is a dead end, and hell... has become the only chance of survival.

Lin Qiye slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles making a slight cracking sound.

He looked at the deep gates of hell, then at his companions with their varied expressions, and a smug smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

No one answered, but everyone's eyes had already given the answer.

"it is good."

Lin Qiye nodded, the confusion in his eyes vanishing, replaced by an unwavering determination.

"Since heaven won't keep me, I'll find somewhere else to go."

"Then... let's go to hell."

His voice was calm and powerful, as if he were announcing something perfectly ordinary.

The moment he finished speaking, a piece of gray ash the size of a fingernail...

As if drawn by some invisible force, it drifted down silently and landed precisely in the palm of his outstretched left hand.

It brought no warmth and no tactile sensation whatsoever.

The moment it touched Lin Qiye's skin, the ash vanished into thin air, as if it had melted directly into his flesh and blood.

Beneath the skin, there seemed to be several invisible black threads that twitched slightly.

Then, everything returned to normal, as if it had just been an illusion.