Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

"Something's not right." Wu Hen, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, his calm eyes fixed on the chaotic battle in the distance.

"This is not internal strife."

Lin Qiye and Shen Qingzhu were taken aback.

"What do you mean? Isn't it about killing each other?" Shen Qingzhu frowned.

"It's infighting, but not chaos." Wu Hen's voice was quick and steady.

"You see, it's always the low-level demons that attack their companions,"

"But their targets were all units that were about to encircle the group of 'caregivers'."

"Their timing was so precise, it was as if they were... dismantling the opponent's tactics."

Only after his reminder did everyone realize that

In that chaotic battlefield, there seemed to be an invisible thread guiding everything.

Despite their seemingly insane infighting, they always manage to bail out Li Yifei and his group of lunatics at the most crucial moments.

A white phantom that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

It speeds through thousands of demons, stirring up a small-scale bloodbath wherever it goes.

"It's Jiang Er!" An Qingyu pushed up her glasses, the lenses reflecting the distant firelight.

"She transformed herself into a pure magnetic field life form,"

"Move at high speed through enemy lines, constantly possessing low-level demons and controlling them to attack their comrades!"

One sentence sent a jolt through the hearts of the other three.

Using magnetic fields, they repeatedly dart through thousands of demons, infiltrating behind enemy lines.

What an insane idea, and what terrifying execution!

"Damn! This girl's got guts!"

Shen Qingzhu couldn't help but swear, the lifelessness in her eyes replaced by a look of amazement.

"Playing it this way is like one person tying down half of their army!"

"But it won't last long." An Qingye's voice was like a bucket of cold water poured over him.

"The mental strain from such manipulation is astronomical."

"We must seize this opportunity!"

Before the words were finished, dozens of even larger demons, each with wings on its back, appeared.

Having broken free from the chaotic battle, it roared and pounced on the four people in the center of the blood pool!

Their target was clear: the core of these four Nightfall squads!

"Opportunity?" Shen Qingzhu grinned, a smile brimming with madness.

"Opportunities are created through hard work and perseverance!"

Before he finished speaking, An Qingyu had already moved.

The black coffin behind him trembled violently, and a chilling frost instantly enveloped him.

The two demons that were rushing towards them suddenly slowed down, and large patches of ice crystals condensed on their bodies.

The next moment, two thick bolts of purple lightning descended from the sky, precisely blasting them into charred remains.

An Qingyu's movements did not falter at all; he was like a most composed dancer, maneuvering and dodging amidst the demons' onslaught.

Each sidestep perfectly evaded the deadly claws; each step...

The space beneath their feet would collapse momentarily, causing pursuing enemies to miss their target.

The scalpel in his hand, concealed by lightning and frost,

Each slash precisely cuts open the demon's throat or heart.

His fighting style was precise, efficient, and imbued with an artful sense of death.

But in his eyes, which were pushing up his glasses, there was not a trace of the joy of victory.

There was only a cold, deathly silence, as if the annihilation of everyone was already foreseeable.

He was playing his final requiem for himself and his comrades with the most magnificent killings.

"Damn it, don't let him show off all by himself!" Shen Qingzhu roared, gripping the hilt of the knife with both hands, and the air around him began to distort!

Crimson flames erupted from his body, but did not disperse.

Instead, under his control, it was frantically compressed and condensed, transforming into a fiery tornado connecting heaven and earth!

"The Mad Dog Slaughterhouse is now open!"

He laughed wildly and hurled the compressed tornado of fire toward the direction where the demons were most concentrated!

Wherever the fiery tornado went, everything was burned to ashes.

A series of piercing screams echoed through the sky, and in just a few seconds, hundreds of demons were swept up in the attack and turned to ashes.

That terrifying power cleared a large vacuum zone in the demon army!

At that moment, a tragic hope ignited in everyone's heart.

Perhaps... there really is a sliver of a possibility...

However, just as Shen Qingzhu was exhausted and the power of the fire tornado weakened,

Two dark figures attacked him simultaneously from his left and right sides with speeds faster than lightning!

They are two four-winged demons!

They had been hiding in the chaos, waiting for this fatal opportunity!

"Shen Qingzhu!" Lin Qiye's eyes widened in horror, but it was too late to save her.

Wu Hen reacted with lightning speed. With a flash of his longsword, he and Lin Qiye, one on the left and one on the right, instantly slashed at one of the four-winged demons.

"puff--!"

With a flash of light, a black wing of the four-winged demon was severed, and blood gushed out.

But in the end, they could only stop one.

The claws of the other four-winged demon had already torn through the air and pierced Shen Qingzhu's chest!

"cough……"

Shen Qingzhu's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped. He lowered his head and stared in disbelief at the blood-stained claw protruding from his chest.

His body was thrown backward by that immense force, like a falling leaf, crashing towards the edge of the blood pool.

Blood traced a glaring arc behind him.

"Damn..." He coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs, but managed to force a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"It failed..."

"Qingzhu!" Lin Qiye's roar was heart-wrenching.

He and Wu Hen were about to rush over when they suddenly stopped.

Because in front of them, on the battlefield that had been cleared by flames, dozens of figures slowly emerged.

Some of those figures were over five meters tall, with six jet-black wings on their backs, exuding a suffocating, corrupt divine power.

That was the corpse of a six-winged angel, parasitized by the very essence of hell!

Others are high-ranking demons of various forms.

The aura emanating from them was no less powerful than that of the four-winged demon that had just launched the sneak attack.

Despair pressed down once more like a mountain.

Wu Hen beheaded a demon, looked up at Lin Qiye, and said in a hoarse voice, "Qiye... look up."

Lin Qiye subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Above the crimson sky, a giant insect eye, composed of countless blood vessels and eyeballs, was slowly turning its "pupil."

That cold, ruthless gaze, which regarded all things as ants, pierced through endless space and slowly... focused on the four of them.

Like a true god, he finally took a liking to the few ants at his feet.

The real nightmare has only just begun.