Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The enormous insect eye, composed of countless blood vessels and eyeballs, resembled a cold cosmic probe that had finally calibrated its focus.

The next moment, a mental pressure as powerful as a landslide and a tsunami descended!

puff--!

Shen Qingzhu was already seriously injured, and under this divine power, she could no longer hold on. She spat out another mouthful of blood, and her consciousness began to blur.

He lay on the edge of the blood pool, his whole body stained red, the blood flowing from the hole in his chest even overpowering the original color of his robes.

It’s over.

This was the only thought in his mind.

He looked ahead at the dozens of six-winged angel corpses radiating the power of fallen gods.

And those terrifying high-ranking demons...

They were approaching them with unhurried steps, like a king inspecting a battlefield.

They don't even rush to attack, as if they are enjoying the prey's last struggle.

humiliation.

An endless sense of humiliation, like molten iron, filled Shen Qingzhu's internal organs.

Shen Qingzhu, a veteran of the Nightfall Squad, a man as mad as a dog, when has he ever been so pathetic?

He was shot through like trash, lying on the ground like a dead dog, waiting for his companions to rescue him?

Go to hell!

Shen Qingzhu clenched her teeth tightly, using the last bit of strength to lean on the hilt of her knife and sway as she tried to stand up.

Blood trickled down his lip, and a frenzied flame reignited in the deathly ashes in his eyes.

He needs to stand up.

He wanted to rush forward.

Even if he can only swing his sword one more time, he will die on the charge! He will die like a man!

"Roar--!!"

Just then, the two four-winged demons who had previously launched the sneak attack seemed to have grown tired of waiting.

With a roar, it transformed into two black lightning bolts, pouncing on the fallen Shen Qingzhu from both sides, its sharp claws aimed straight for his head!

They were determined to tear this stubborn ant apart!

"Qingzhu!" An Qingyu's voice was tinged with despair.

Everything goes too fast.

So fast that even the shadow of death couldn't react in time.

Shen Qingzhu even forced a grim smile, preparing to face her fate.

However, the expected tearing sensation did not come.

"Keng!!"

Two ear-piercing metallic clangs rang out!

A figure moved so fast it blurred, appearing in front of Shen Qingzhu in an instant.

The Kusanagi sword in his hand drew two dazzling silver streaks, precisely severing the claws of the two four-winged demons!

It’s Lin Qiye!

Another figure arrived almost at the same time as Lin Qiye.

Wu Hen's eyes were frighteningly calm; he didn't try to block.

Instead, he approached from a bizarre angle, his long sword moving like a venomous snake.

It instantly pierced the base of one of the four-winged demons' wings and twisted it violently!

"hiss--!"

The demon let out a painful shriek, and its attack instantly crumbled.

But the attack from the other demon did not completely stop.

Its claws were severed, but it still used its terrifying momentum to slam its severed arm into Lin Qiye's chest!

"puff--!"

Lin Qiye's body jolted violently; that sharp broken bone...

Like a spear, it pierced straight through his chest and emerged from his back!

But he didn't even frown.

His pierced body stood like an unshakeable mountain, firmly blocking Shen Qingzhu's path, unyielding and unyielding.

He slowly lowered his head, his heavy, dark eyes gazing silently at Shen Qingzhu, who was standing close to him.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Shen Qingzhu stared blankly at the hole in Lin Qiye's chest, watching the blood gushing out.

She looked up again at Lin Qiye's terrifyingly calm face.

An emotion more unbearable than death erupted within him!

"Why?!!"

Shen Qingzhu's roar was heart-wrenching, overpowering the demon's howl and causing the surrounding air to tremble.

"Why do you have to do this again! Lin Qiye! Wu Hen! What the hell do you take me for?!"

His eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at Lin Qiye's chest, his voice trembling with tears.

"I'm dying! Can't I at least die like a man?!"

"Why did you have to rush in and take the knife for me? Why do you always have to protect me?!"

"Am I a piece of trash? Am I a burden that you have to risk your lives for?!"

The inferiority complex, resentment, and longing for recognition that had been building up for countless years erupted like a volcano at this moment.

Why?

Why are you all so strong?

Why is it that An Qingyu can play with life and death so easily, and Jiang Er can single-handedly storm the enemy camp?

Lin Qiye, you have the ability to turn the tide, even Wu Hen, the newcomer, has a flawless plan!

Me! Me, Shen Qingzhu, all I know how to do is charge forward like a mad dog with a knife!

In the end, you're the ones who have to save us!

"I'm a man too! I want to die a glorious death in battle!"

"I don't want to be like a protected woman, watching my brothers die for me!!"

Shen Qingzhu's roar was filled with despair and indignation.

Instead of comfort, he was met with a foot carrying a fierce wind.

"boom--!"

Lin Qiye remained expressionless and kicked Shen Qingzhu hard in the chest.

Shen Qingzhu was kicked flying more than ten meters away, like a tattered sack.

He rolled onto a relatively safe ice surface some distance away, and the excruciating pain nearly made him faint.

"Shut up."

Lin Qiye's icy voice rang out.

He slowly pulled out the demon's severed arm that had pierced his chest, casually tossing it to the ground. Blood gushed out, but he didn't care.

He turned around and stood shoulder to shoulder with Wu Hen, facing the dozens of six-winged angels and high-ranking demons that were already approaching.

The demons waited no longer and swarmed forward!

"kill!"

Lin Qiye roared, and the Kusanagi Sword unleashed a torrent of killing intent as he charged into the enemy ranks alongside Wu Hen!

Swords flashed, and blades crisscrossed!

As Lin Qiye fought, he roared, his voice like thunder, each word striking Shen Qingzhu's heart from afar.

"You fucking listen up, Shen Qingzhu!"

"Thud!" A sword cleaved off the head of a demon.

"In the Nightfall Squad, An Qingyu is the brain, Jiang Er is the eyes, and Wu Hen is the bayonet! They can all be replaced!"

"Clang!" Wu Hen's longsword precisely parried the attack of a six-winged angel, creating an opening for Lin Qiye to attack.

"But you can't!" Lin Qiye's body was slashed open again by sharp claws, leaving a deep wound that exposed bone. However, he seemed to feel no pain and used his sword to pin the demon to the ground!

He turned his head, his gaze burning like fire, staring intently at Shen Qingzhu in the distance, and roared with all his might:

"Because you are the fucking soul of the night! You are that fire that will never go out!"

"It is the reason why all of us, even if we have broken bones, can get back up as long as we see you still charging forward!"

"I'm protecting you not because you're weak! It's because without you, the night... wouldn't be complete!"

"You're our one and only mad dog! You're the one and only Shen Qingzhu in the Nightfall! Stay right there! That's the captain's order!"

unique……

These four words were like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding in Shen Qingzhu's mind.

He sat there, stunned, watching Lin Qiye and Wu Hen fighting a bloody battle amidst the demons.

As they watched the new wounds that kept appearing on their bodies, the madness and grief in their eyes were gradually replaced by an unprecedented burning passion.

So...is that so?

So I wasn't a burden after all...

Am I... a soul?

Shen Qingzhu smiled, but as she smiled, tears began to stream down her face.

He wiped the blood and tears from his face, leaned on the knife, and once again, shakily stood up.

This time, his eyes no longer held the resolute determination to face death, but only an unprecedented firmness.

He wanted to stand beside them.

As the soul of the night, he fights alongside his brothers!

However, the moment he took a step, his gaze inadvertently swept over the pool of blood beside him.

In the churning blood, several jet-black crystals floated and sank with the waves.

Shen Qingzhu's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a pinhead!

He stared intently at one of the black crystals, as if he were seeing something that should never exist in this world.

All the surrounding sounds—the roars of demons, the clash of weapons, the shouts of brothers—vanished in that instant.

In the world, only he and that black crystal remained.

The air around us seemed to freeze at that moment.