Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The hillside pounced down like a mad dog.

Those "caregivers" in white coats were more like demons than demons from hell when they got into a fight.

Wangcai wields his large wrench with ferocious force, and with one swing, a demon's skull is smashed open.

Li Yifei remained expressionless, his giant syringe moving with lightning speed, aiming specifically at the demon's eye sockets and joints.

This group of mentally ill... no, this group of caregivers, fights in a completely chaotic yet exceptionally efficient manner, highlighting the word "ruthless".

The demon army, which had been in full battle array, was thrown into chaos by the sudden appearance of these madmen.

They roared and howled, only to find that these humans were more troublesome than any creature they had ever seen.

"Damn! Where did these guys come from?" Shen Qingzhu, watching from a distance, was dumbfounded.

“My employees,” Lin Qiye said succinctly.

Wu Hen's lips twitched. He gave Lin Qiye a deep look and hissed, "Now! Let's go!"

As soon as the words were spoken, four figures leaped down from the hill like ghosts.

Taking advantage of the fact that the demon army's attention was drawn to the caregivers, they rushed towards the center of the blood pool at top speed!

The distance of 100 meters is covered in the blink of an eye.

Lin Qiye didn't waste any words. His eyes narrowed, and endless darkness erupted from his body.

It coalesced into a massive, black hammer in front of him, powerful enough to shake the heavens and the earth!

"Break it for me!"

He roared, and the heavy hammer formed from the very essence of night...

With an aura of annihilation, it slammed down hard onto the floating black crystal!

boom--! !

A deafening roar, beyond description, exploded, causing the entire divine kingdom to tremble violently!

The terrifying shockwave spread wildly in all directions from the blood pool, even blowing away a large number of demons in the distance!

However, at the center of the impact, the Night Hammer shattered into pieces the instant it touched the black crystal, dissipating into a sky full of black light.

Lin Qiye himself was struck dumb, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a "poof," his face instantly turning deathly pale.

The black crystal, the very essence of hell, remained suspended there, completely unharmed, even after withstanding such a terrifying blow.

"Damn it!" Lin Qiye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his madness only intensifying. "Again!"

He forcibly suppressed his surging blood and qi, and the essence of darkness once again surged wildly from his body.

This time, it transformed into a more solid and sharper jet-black spear in front of him!

"I refuse to believe I can't smash you!"

The jet-black spear shot through the air faster than sound, its tip piercing the compressed darkness of night!

The roar was even more terrifying than before!

The earth cracked, the blood pool surged, and the entire space seemed to be torn apart!

But the result was still the same.

The spear shattered, but the black crystal remained unharmed.

Lin Qiye's body trembled violently, and blood seeped from his seven orifices.

His eyes were fixed on the black crystal, and the madness in his eyes was gradually replaced by despair.

"Lin Qiye, stop!" An Qingyu roared, "Your body can't take it anymore!"

"Seven Nights!" Shen Qingzhu exclaimed anxiously.

Lin Qiye's body swayed precariously, his consciousness beginning to blur, but he couldn't hear, or rather, he didn't want to hear.

This was his last chance; he could feel that the source of darkness within him was almost gone.

With his last ounce of strength, he exhausted all the remaining essence of night.

Compressed into an extreme point, a pure darkness smaller than the tip of a needle.

Without any grand momentum or earth-shattering power, that single "point" drifted silently toward the black crystal.

This time, there wasn't even a sound of impact.

Less than a finger's width away from the black crystal, the black dot simply vanished into thin air...

It's like it never existed.

The light in Lin Qiye's eyes went out completely; he could no longer hold on.

He collapsed to his knees like a lump of mud, gasping for breath, each breath carrying a heavy, metallic scent of blood.

The black crystal, the origin of hell, still floated quietly, smooth as a mirror, without even a scratch.

Despair, like the coldest ice, instantly froze everyone's hearts.

"it's useless."

In the dead silence, An Qingyu's voice rang out, calm to the point of being cruel.

He pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a dark, crystalline light: "I was just wondering why this happened... now I understand."

Lin Qiye, Wu Hen, and Shen Qingzhu all looked up at him.

“There is a natural repulsive force between the origins,” An Qingyu said, emphasizing each word.

"Just like the like poles of a magnet, the harder you try, the stronger the repulsive force becomes."

"You can never truly 'crash' it with your original nature."

"Those three times you just did, though they seemed earth-shattering, you didn't even touch its surface,"

"All the force is canceled out by the repulsive force before it makes contact, and then bounces back onto yourself."

These words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the last embers of flame in everyone's hearts.

It turns out... the plan was wrong from the very beginning.

It turns out... their desperate last stand was just a laughable one-man show.

A deathly silence enveloped the four of them, as if they could hear the chains of fate slowly tightening behind them.

"Hold."

Shen Qingzhu broke the silence.

He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with trembling hands.

He took a deep drag, the smoke blurring the expression on his face.

"All my efforts were in vain."

He stood up and, with a clang, slowly drew the straight sword from his back.

The gleaming blade illuminated his eyes, which were calm to the point of madness.

"Seven Nights, you all step back."

His voice was soft, devoid of any tragic grandeur or resentment, only a calm that came from accepting reality.

"Let me do it."

"Are you crazy?" Lin Qiye asked weakly.

"That's the very source!"

Shen Qingzhu grinned, revealing a set of white teeth; the smile was arrogant and resolute.

"My name is Shen Qingzhu, the Mad Dog of the Night."

He pointed the tip of his knife at the distant demon army, then at the black crystal before him.

"Being crazy is my specialty."

"Since we can't break it by smashing it, then... we'll chop it to pieces, one slice at a time."

Just then, An Qingyu, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, her voice carrying a hint of surprise.

"Wait...look at those demons."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked over and saw a strange scene unfolding on the chaotic battlefield in the distance.

The demon army, lured away by Wangcai and his companions, has now begun to fight amongst themselves.

Their movements were stiff and strange, like puppets controlled by invisible strings.

Without warning, he turned on his companion and killed him, making the scene even more chaotic than before.