Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

"Domain... is a domain of the spacetime system."

Wu Hen's voice was deep and calm, a stark contrast to the surrounding chaos.

His deep eyes quickly swept across the distorted space, instantly assessing the current situation.

Lin Qiye's heart tightened; he could feel an irresistible force binding them firmly in this place.

Like a fly trapped in amber, struggling is futile.

"Mortal, welcome to my 'Time and Space Balance'."

A majestic and icy voice boomed above them, and Uriel's wings, burning with flames, spread out completely, blotting out the entire sky.

His gaze was like that of a god scrutinizing ants, filled with an unquestionable sense of judgment.

“Here, your past, present, and future will be laid bare. I will weigh your sins and pronounce your punishment.”

Before she could finish speaking, the space behind An Qingyu suddenly shattered, and a series of bloody and oppressive images appeared, flashing rapidly across the distorted sky.

In the cold underground laboratory, countless pairs of desperate eyes stared intently through the glass windows at the figure in the white coat.

Rows of transparent nutrient tanks were filled with writhing and struggling experimental subjects.

A crimson vial inscribed with the words "Soul Binding" was ruthlessly plunged into someone's neck...

Those scenes depict An Qingyu's past in the Gods' Mental Hospital, where she resorted to any means to seek power.

"An Qingyu!" Uriel's voice was like a chilling wind from the depths of hell.

"Your past is stained with the cries of the innocent! You used research as a pretext to commit heinous acts, and your hands are already soaked in blood!"

"I sentence you to eternal damnation in the deepest hell, to suffer the torment of being devoured by ten thousand souls!"

An Qingyu's face was as pale as paper, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Those memories he had buried deep inside were now brutally exposed, turning into the sharpest blades that pierced his already riddled soul.

However, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen reacted even more strongly than An Qingyu.

When the words "soul-binding" were uttered by Uriel and materialized in the air,

Lin Qiye's heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, almost stopping its beating.

Soul-binding... that's the code name for a forbidden drug known only within the Gods' Mental Hospital!

Wu Hen's pupils suddenly contracted, and an unprecedented solemnity flashed in his eyes.

He knew better than anyone what this meant.

This is no longer just a trial targeting An Qingyu; it's a warning to all of them!

Oops!

How could this bird-man know about "soul binding"?

The location of the Gods' Mental Hospital... has been exposed?!

This thought exploded in their minds like a thunderbolt, stirring up a tidal wave.

Their greatest secret, their last stronghold of survival, may have already been exposed to the sight of these high and mighty gods!

Uriel seemed quite pleased with their reaction, a cruel smile curving his lips: "The sins of the past are settled, and there is no way to refute them."

His gaze shifted to Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, and the pupils of his burning eyes began to undergo a strange change.

It splits and recombines into countless tiny compound eyes, like a divine insect peering into all things.

"Now, let us see your filthy future! Let us see the profound disaster you will bring to this world!"

In the valley, the imprisoned vengeful spirits let out a piercing, maniacal laugh.

"Yes! Let them see their future!"

"Let them die in despair!"

"Lord Uriel! Quickly! Let us enjoy their terrified expressions!"

In Uriel's compound eyes, two ever-flowing rivers of time were reflected, one belonging to Lin Qiye and the other to Wu Hen.

Countless possibilities for the future intertwine and collide within it, ultimately converging towards a certain definite endpoint.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen felt a suffocating sense of destiny wash over them, as if an invisible mountain was slowly pressing down on them.

The feeling of having one's fate casually spied on like watching a movie, while being powerless to resist, is even more unbearable than killing them outright.

Uriel's gaze first locked onto An Qingyu, as if he wanted to start with him and break down their psychological defenses one by one.

"An Qingyu, your future..."

Uriel's voice was full of pronouncement, his compound eyes fixed on a certain point in An Qingyu's timeline, about to reveal the inevitable ending.

at this time.

"Ok?"

A soft exclamation rang out without warning.

The voice was soft, even somewhat casual, yet it seemed to possess a certain magical power that made words come true.

It did not come from any corner of the valley, but rather it came abruptly from the depths of the two long rivers of time that Uriel had spied on!

In an instant, the entire "Space-Time Balance" domain froze.

The wind stopped, the clouds lingered, and Uriel's words of judgment, which were about to spill from his throat, stuck in his throat.

In the valley, the raucous laughter of the vengeful spirits seemed to have been muted; each one remained in a position with its mouth open, roaring, yet no sound could be uttered.

Time seemed to have been forcibly paused at that moment.

The whole world was deathly silent.

Uriel's pupils, composed of countless compound eyes, contracted violently, and for the first time, a look of horror and disbelief appeared on his face.

His domain, the spacetime he controlled, was actually interfered with from within by an unknown entity!

who is it? !

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen were also stunned. They had also heard that voice, which seemed to resonate directly in the depths of their souls.

Immediately afterwards, out of the corner of Lin Qiye's eye, or more accurately, deep within his and Wu Hen's consciousness, they "saw" a blurry shadow.

It was a black figure, standing casually in the river of time belonging to Lin Qiye.

His outline was shrouded in a thick fog, as if looking through frosted glass, making it impossible to see any details, and only barely discernible that it was a human shape.

He seemed to have noticed Uriel's spying.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the blurry black figure simply raised its hand and casually tapped the flowing river of time before it.

Just like knocking on a door, simple and freehand.

"Thorn--!"

A piercing sound, like shattering glass, echoed throughout the entire area!

The spacetime barrier that Uriel had constructed with divine power crumbled instantly upon impact, like a fragile windowpane covered in spiderweb-like cracks, before shattering with a deafening roar!

Countless bizarre fragments of the future, which do not belong here, surged in like a flood bursting its banks from behind the shattered barrier!

"puff--!"

Uriel was struck as if by a heavy blow, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden divine blood. His compound eyes, which peered into the future, instantly shed tears of blood, and his entire body staggered backward from the air.

Lin Qiye, Wu Hen, An Qingyu, and all the vengeful spirits in the valley

I felt my consciousness being violently swept away by an indescribable torrent of terror.

Countless chaotic images exploded in their minds, and an unnamed fear from the depths of their souls almost made them faint.

One of the clearest images was forcibly imprinted in everyone's consciousness.

It was a scorched wasteland, the sky was an eerie dark red, thunder rumbled in the dark clouds, and what poured down was a rain of blood with a strong, pungent smell.

A desolate, ruined city lay silent. In the middle of the street, a carriage, burned to a skeleton, lay overturned.

A blood-stained rabbit doll hung on the carriage window frame, swaying gently in the cold wind, looking incredibly eerie.

The camera seemed to be pulled closer by an invisible hand.

In front of the rubble of the ruins, a ragged boy lay there, rainwater mixed with blood slowly flowing from beneath him.

He stared blankly at the vultures circling in the sky, his eyes devoid of fear or resentment, only filled with a numb, deathly stillness.

His life force was being slowly washed away by the cold rain.

At his waist, a tattered leather pouch was soaking in murky blood.

It trembled slightly, very rhythmically, as if it contained some living thing that shouldn't exist in this world.