Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The wind on the mountaintop seemed to be frozen.

In the center of the crater, the figure with six wings on its back stood silently. Although it was just a back view, it exuded a sense of oppression that made one's soul tremble.

“Michael?” An Qingyu’s voice was a little hoarse. “Shouldn’t he be…”

"Shut up." Wu Hen's voice was low and urgent, interrupting him directly. "Don't say that name."

Lin Qiye felt a chill run down his spine as he sensed an unprecedented seriousness in Wu Hen's tone.

As a time traveler, Wu Hen knew far more than they did. His nervousness could only mean one thing—this thing in front of him was extremely dangerous.

"My mental power is being suppressed," Lin Qiye said in a deep voice. He tried to extend his senses, but found that his mental power seemed to have hit an invisible wall and could not leave his body at all.

Wu Hen nodded, his face extremely grim: "Same here. There's something wrong here, we can't stay. Let's go, down the mountain immediately, and get around this meteorite crater."

His judgment was decisive and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

In such an unknown situation, any attempt could lead to death, and the wisest choice is to retreat.

Without uttering another word, the three turned around in unison and began to carefully circle around the edge of the mountaintop.

They dared not make any loud noise, even deliberately slowing their breathing, for fear of disturbing the terrifying being in the pit.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that one could hardly breathe.

Time passed by minute by minute.

They walked for a long time, so long that Lin Qiye felt they had walked around the mountaintop at least three times.

Strangely, the scene before them seemed unchanged, still the same scorched earth and the blurry outline of the mountains in the distance.

That crater, like a coordinate they could never escape, remained at the center of their vision.

“Something’s not right.” An Qingyu stopped, her brows furrowed. “It seems like we’ve been going in circles.”

Lin Qi-ye also stopped, looked around, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart: "Am I trapped in a ghost wall?"

“It’s worse than that.” Wu Hen’s gaze was fixed on the distant crater, his voice tinged with coldness. “Have you noticed… no matter which angle we get from, that thing is always facing away from us.”

Upon hearing this, a chill ran down the spines of Lin Qiye and An Qingyu.

They turned sharply to look at the crater. Just as Wu Hen had said, the six-winged figure was still in the same posture with its back to all living beings, as if it had never moved an inch from beginning to end.

“Space…” An Qingyu’s lips were a little pale. “It’s distorting the space we’re in! We’re not moving at all, or rather, our movement is meaningless to the area it controls.”

A mere silhouette can silently distort spacetime, trapping them to death on the mountaintop.

What level of monster is this?

Lin Qi-ye's heart sank to the bottom.

He finally understood where Wu Hen's fear came from; it was beyond their comprehension and ability to fight against.

“The conventional method won’t work,” Wu Hen calmly analyzed. “It distorts two-dimensional space, but it may not cover all dimensions. Seven Nights, use your cloud!”

Lin Qiye reacted instantly.

"[Somersault Cloud]!"

A golden cloud appeared out of nowhere, supporting the three of them and shooting them into the sky!

The moment I lifted off the ground, the feeling of being stuck in place finally disappeared.

As the altitude continued to climb, the mountain peaks below rapidly shrank in the field of vision, and the strange meteorite crater became an inconspicuous little black dot.

"Damn, that scared the hell out of me." Lin Qi-ye breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "We're finally out."

Wu Hen's expression did not relax; he continued to watch the area below warily, as if confirming whether they had truly escaped.

The atmosphere briefly eased on the somersault cloud.

An Qingyu acted as if nothing had happened, and took out the severed arm, which was tainted by the deep red tentacles, from her bosom.

He carefully scraped off a small piece of tissue with a knife, placed it on a glass slide, and examined it closely in the sunlight, muttering to himself.

"Interesting. The medium through which this pollution spreads doesn't seem to be physical contact, but rather a kind of conceptual erosion... If we could extract its origin..."

Looking at An Qingyu's fanatical scholarly expression, Lin Qi-ye's lips twitched: "I said, we just came back from the brink of death, can't you take a break?"

"How can the exploration of knowledge be called 'never stopping'?" An Qingyu retorted without even looking up.

Just then, Wu Hen, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, his voice trembling slightly.

"and many more."

Lin Qiye and An Qingyu looked at him at the same time.

"My mental strength..." Wu Hen's face turned deathly pale instantly, "is still being suppressed! We... didn't get out at all!"

what? !

Lin Qi-ye's heart clenched. He immediately tried to mobilize his mental energy, but the result was exactly the same as when he was on the mountaintop—completely empty!

Their supposed escape was nothing but an illusion from beginning to end!

Before they could react, the entire world around them suddenly began to twist and invert violently!

The drifting clouds high in the sky, the distant mountains, the clouds at your feet—everything is like a kneaded painting, frantically rewinding in a way that defies the laws of physics!

A sudden feeling of weightlessness washed over them, and the three of them plummeted uncontrollably toward the ground!

"Oh no!" An Qingyu exclaimed.

"boom!!"

The three of them crashed heavily onto the hard, scorched earth, the force of the impact making them see stars.

Lin Qi-ye struggled to lift his head, and when he saw the scene before him, it felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen in an instant.

They returned to the edge of the crater.

No, it's closer than before!

The six-winged figure stood in front of them, less than fifty meters away!

There was a deathly silence all around; even the sound of the wind had disappeared.

Then, in the suffocating silence, they heard a faint sound, like rocks rubbing together.

"Crunch...squeak..."

The six-winged figure that had always kept its back to them began to slowly and stiffly turn around.

In the ashes at the bottom of the meteorite crater, a pair of eyes, beyond description, seem to be slowly opening.