Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Those eyes did not belong to any known living being; they had no pupils, no whites, only a chaotic crimson.

Within the crimson hue, it seemed as if millions of tiny, blood-red insects were wriggling and shrieking.

Just a glance from afar was enough to plunge Lin Qiye and An Qingyu's souls into an icy abyss.

Wu Hen's face had never been so pale; he stared intently at the flaming greatsword stuck in the ground.

His voice was hoarse with extreme shock: "The Seraph's Sword... Michael's 'Original Sin,' Raphael's 'Holy Healing,' Gabriel's 'Oracle,' and... Uriel's 'Judgment.'"

He suddenly looked up at the owner of those eyes and uttered the name that only existed in mythology, word by word: "Blazing... Angel... Uriel."

"Impossible!" An Qingyu retorted instinctively, but her voice trembled.

"The legendary Seraphim Uriel, the fourth angel under the throne of God, the judge who wields the fires of hell... how could He be here?"

"An existence of this caliber should never even appear in the human world!"

"It is Him, it is definitely Him."

Wu Hen's gaze was frighteningly calm; in this desperate situation, he had entered a state of absolute rationality.

"I won't mistake the aura of that sword."

"We've messed with a terrifying being that we don't even have the right to look up to."

Lin Qiye's heart sank to the bottom.

He could sense that what emanated from those scarlet eyes was not anger or murderous intent, but a pure, indifferent coldness.

Just like how humans view the ants under their feet, crushing them requires no reason.

"No!" An Qingyu seemed to have grasped something crucial. He pointed to those eyes and spoke very quickly.

“Look at His eyes! Those are not the eyes of a living creature! According to the fragments I read in the archives of the Forbidden Ruins,”

"In the ancient war of the gods, angels fell like rain, and Uriel died long ago in that war! This... this is just a corpse controlled by some unknown and strange force!"

Before he finished speaking, as if to prove his words, the blood-red worms wriggling in those giant scarlet eyes suddenly became agitated, and their eyes opened completely!

An indescribable, terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire valley!

"Run!" Wu Hen was the first to shout.

Without hesitation, the three of them unleashed their fastest speed ever and fled frantically in three different directions.

This is the most basic survival instinct: if we split up, at least one person can survive!

However, they were fast, but that thing was even faster.

At the bottom of the crater, the enormous crimson eyeball, right before their eyes, unexpectedly... cracked open.

It split into three, with three slightly smaller scarlet eyeballs, like eerie cell division, each locking onto a fleeing figure.

Lin Qiye felt a chill run down his spine, as if an invisible nail had pinned his gaze to the split eyeball.

The next second, he, Wu Hen, and An Qingyu froze simultaneously, as if a movie had been paused.

It maintained its running posture, but could no longer move forward even an inch.

An invisible force pressed in from all directions, like a transparent iron coffin, trapping them firmly in place.

“I can’t move… I can’t move…” An Qingyu’s face was filled with despair. He used all his strength, but he couldn’t even bend a single finger.

Despair, like icy seawater, instantly overwhelmed them.

They didn't even see how the other party made their move.

"Is this... the power of God?" Lin Qiye gritted his teeth, the resentment and helplessness in his heart almost tearing him apart.

Just then, the void above them began to distort.

Two enormous black crosses, radiating an ominous aura, slowly emerged from nothing.

The cross was wrapped with jet-black chains, the ends of which were sharp barbs.

"Crash-"

The chains drooped down automatically, like living venomous snakes, precisely wrapping around the limbs and torsos of the three men, their barbs deeply embedded in their flesh.

The excruciating pain struck, but they couldn't even scream.

The chains tightened suddenly, hoisting the three of them high up and suspending them on a huge black cross, like sinners awaiting judgment.

Countless chaotic, shrill, and maniacal laughs began to echo through the valley.

The laughter seemed to come from all directions, from every corner; they converged to form a distorted yet grand declaration of judgment.

【sinner……】

You... shall offer your souls... as a sacrifice...

The voice resounded directly in their minds, carrying unquestionable authority and malice, utterly trampling their last shred of dignity and hope into the mud.

Lin Qiye was suspended high in the air, blood dripping continuously from the barbs of the chains.

He desperately clung to his only hope—the Kusanagi sword that had been knocked down into the valley.

He could sense the sword's location; it was beneath the nearby mountain wall, and the sword's spiritual essence still remained.

But no matter how he tried to call out to it with his mind, the Kusanagi Sword did not respond.

"Ama-no-Murakumo! Come back! Come back to me!" Lin Qiye roared madly in his heart.

He could clearly feel the spiritual connection between himself and the sword.

At this moment, it was as if he was completely separated by an invisible barrier, and no matter how he tried to break through, he could not move an inch.

“It’s no use…” An Qingyu, barely breathing, had a bitter smile on her lips. “In this realm of existence, all our abilities are suppressed… He is the god of this space.”

An Qingyu looked at Lin Qiye, a resolute glint in her eyes: "Qiye! Don't worry about us! Your 'service area' might still have a chance to tear a hole and you can find a way to escape!"

"We...we'll buy you some time!"

Lin Qiye turned his head sharply, but could only see An Qingyu and Wu Hen hanging on the cross, their life force being stripped away by the eerie laughter.

At that very moment, deep within the crater, the enormous figure finally made a new move.

Behind Him, His six tattered wings, covered in dried blood and strange insects, slowly... unfolded amidst a tooth-grinding sound of bones grinding together.

The shadow of death loomed over them like never before.

It was as if, in the next second, that flaming giant sword that could incinerate everything would fall and carry out their final execution.

However, the anticipated trial did not immediately take place.

As the six tattered wings fully unfolded, the sounds of the wind, the chirping of insects, and even their own heartbeats in the entire valley mysteriously vanished at that moment.

The world fell into a deathly silence.

Lin Qiye was astonished to discover that the space they perceived was beginning to undergo incomprehensible changes.

The distant mountain walls, the ground beneath our feet, and the clouds in the sky all seemed to have become a soft canvas, being slowly twisted and stretched by an invisible hand.