Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Lin Qiye's brows furrowed: "What ship?"

Wu Hen's gaze never left the black crystal, and the cold smile on his lips became even more pronounced: "A ship that can leave this godforsaken place."

"This entire Kingdom of Kelix is ​​like a giant Gu jar, and everyone here is a Gu worm."

"Only those who survive to the end, or those who are recognized as strong by the 'Origin',"

Only then will they be qualified to board that 'Noah's Ark' and escape this disaster.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a bombshell, exploding in the hearts of Lin Qiye and the other two.

An Qingyu's face turned deathly pale instantly: "You mean... this divine kingdom will self-destruct?"

"Not only that." Wu Hen withdrew his gaze and looked at everyone, his eyes more serious than ever before.

"All fallen divine kingdoms will be cleansed at the same time."

"The essence of this hell is a ticket, but it only selects the strongest 'passengers'."

"Everyone else is a sacrifice."

The air was deathly still.

Shen Qingzhu clenched her fists instinctively, her knuckles turning white: "Damn it, then aren't we just sitting ducks waiting to die?"

“So, we can’t wait any longer.” Lin Qiye suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but unusually firm.

He stared at the black crystal floating in the center of the blood pool, his eyes burning with a mad flame.

"Since it is the origin, destroying it might cause the world to collapse."

"Then we'll have a chance to get out."

An Qingyu pushed up her glasses, her eyes flashing rapidly behind the lenses: "The risk is too great."

"The collision of origins is unpredictable."

"The most likely outcome is that we will perish along with this world."

"An Qingyu, you do the math, what's our chances of survival if we just wait here to die?" Lin Qiye asked rhetorically.

"……zero."

"What about the survival rate after one attempt?"

"...infinitely close to zero, but not equal to zero."

"That's enough."

Lin Qiye grinned, a smile that carried a hint of roguishness, but also a resolute determination to burn his bridges.

"I possess the essence of darkness, so I will use my essence to overwhelm its essence."

"A narrow escape from death is better than a certain death."

"Do you want to do it or not?"

He looked at Wu Hen.

Wu Hen laughed, a laugh that was both confident and slightly manic: "I've wanted to do this for a long time, but I just needed a madman like you to lead the way."

Lin Qiye then looked at Shen Qingzhu.

Shen Qingzhu tossed her long hair, a smug smile playing on her lips: "I've just died once, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"Perfect, let's warm up with these weird things."

Finally, everyone's eyes fell on An Qingyu.

An Qingyu was silent for a moment, then adjusted her glasses.

He said in his ever-calm tone, "Theoretically speaking, this is our only way to break the deadlock."

"I agree."

"Good!" Lin Qiye clapped his hands loudly.

"Since everyone agrees, let's prepare for... one last gamble!"

The somber atmosphere didn't last long before Wu Hen's calm voice broke it: "Don't rush to your death. Look around."

The four of them lowered their profiles and quietly crept to the edge of the hill, peering around the blood pool.

On the vast, dark red plain, countless figures stood.

Those were demons of various shapes and sizes; some resembled giant bats, others grotesque skeletons.

They stood motionless, like sculptures, surrounding the central pool of blood, forming an impenetrable defensive line.

The quantity is in the tens of thousands.

"Damn it, how are we supposed to get through here?" Shen Qingzhu couldn't help but curse.

"We must lure them away," Wu Hen calmly analyzed.

"At least 90% should be diverted."

"Otherwise, we won't even be able to touch the edge of the blood pool."

"How to lead?"

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly.

"Release the dogs," Lin Qiye said succinctly.

The next second, he closed his eyes slightly, and his mental energy surged out like a tide.

"Wangcai, Li Yifei, everyone, come out and greet the customers!"

With his command, the space behind the four began to distort violently, and figures appeared out of thin air.

Wangcai, a balding middle-aged man holding a large wrench, and Li Yifei, the serious-looking head of the nursing team carrying a syringe.

There were also dozens of "caregivers" wearing white coats, each with a different look in their eyes...

"Dean, is there another job?" Wangcai rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Go, lure those little cuties away as far as possible," Lin Qiye said, pointing to the demon army in the distance.

"Got it!"

With a whistle, Wangcai led a group of caregivers down the mountain like tigers, from...