Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

That black crystal seemed to possess a life of its own, emanating a soul-chilling allure within the crimson pool of blood.

It was ominous, it was eerie, it was like a heart from the depths of hell, each pulse freezing Shen Qingzhu's blood.

He instinctively wanted to back away, every cell in his body screaming "danger!"

But he didn't.

His gaze passed over the black crystal and fell upon the distant Seraphim pillar of light that descended from the sky, imprisoning Jiang Er.

Above the pillar of light, a six-winged fallen angel with a blurred face slowly raised his hand, his palm gathering light powerful enough to obliterate any soul, about to fall.

"Do not……"

He saw on the other side, a mountain of flesh made up of countless twisted vengeful spirits and demon corpses.

Beneath the mountain of flesh, half of An Qingyu's body was pinned down, and the black coffin on its back groaned under the weight.

Blood was spilling from his mouth, and his consciousness was fading, yet he still struggled, reaching out his hand towards Jiang Er, silently murmuring her name.

He saw ahead that Lin Qiye and Wu Hen were being attacked by more than a dozen four-winged demons.

With each swing of their swords and each parry, they inflict a new wound on their bodies.

They were like two small boats in a storm, at risk of being swallowed up completely at any moment.

Lin Qiye's words were still echoing in his ears.

"You are the soul of the night..."

"I'm protecting you, not because you're weak!"

If the purpose of a soul is simply to watch one's brothers die one by one, then one is better off without a soul!

Shen Qingzhu's breathing became heavy, and cold sweat rolled down his blood-stained forehead.

He turned his head and stared intently at the black crystal. All the fear and hesitation in his eyes were replaced by a resolute madness at that moment.

He wanted power.

They wanted power like never before.

It wasn't for myself, it wasn't to prove anything, it was just... to let them live.

Leaning on his knife, he used the last of his strength to drag his broken body step by step toward the edge of the blood pool.

With every inch he moved, more blood gushed from the hole in his chest, leaving a glaring trail on the cold ground.

"Shen Qingzhu! What are you doing?!"

Wu Hen, who was fighting a bloody battle, was the first to notice his unusual movement, thanks to the extraordinary intuition of a transmigrator.

Wu Hen's eyes changed instantly; his unchanging composure was torn apart by a rare terror!

Hearing the roar, Lin Qiye turned around abruptly.

When he saw Shen Qingzhu reaching out, trying to touch the black crystal that exuded an aura of hell, his pupils suddenly contracted!

"Don't touch that thing!!" Lin Qiye's voice was hoarse and desperate. He tried to rush over like a madman, but was tightly entangled by two demons, whose sharp claws tore several deep, bone-revealing bloody gashes on his back.

"Shen Qingzhu! You fucking stop right now! That's a fragment of the origin of hell! If you touch it, you'll never come back!"

He roared with all his might, his voice filled with unprecedented anxiety and fear, "Stay there, you bastards! That's an order!!"

Within the pillar of light, Jiang Er seemed to sense something as well, and a look of resentment and sorrow appeared on her illusory face.

As she watched the hand about to fall and annihilate her, she desperately tried to turn towards Shen Qingzhu, letting out a silent scream.

An Qingyu trembled violently beneath the mountain of flesh. As if sensing something, he roared with his last ounce of strength, "Qingzhu...no..."

However, this time, Shen Qingzhu did not listen.

He stopped, just as his fingertips were about to touch the black crystal.

He slowly turned around and looked at Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, who were fighting their way through the demons, covered in blood but still trying to stop him.

He smiled.

It was an unprecedentedly calm smile, as if the shackles of a lifetime had been removed.

Years of inferiority, resentment, and guilt vanished with that smile.

He spoke softly, his voice not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Qi Ye, Wu Hen... and everyone else."

"After being a burden for so long, it's time for me... to do something for you."

"This time, it's my turn to protect you."

A resolute light ignited in his eyes.

“I, Shen Qingzhu, will no longer be a burden from today onwards.”

The moment he finished speaking, he no longer hesitated.

That hand, covered in wounds and bloodstains, resolutely grasped the violently trembling, pitch-black crystal.

Om-!

In an instant, an indescribable jet-black light burst forth from the black crystal, engulfing his entire arm that was holding the crystal like a tidal wave!

The black lines, like living things, spread rapidly along his veins, instantly covering his neck and cheeks!

His body began to convulse violently, and the pupils in his eyes began to shatter at a visible speed.

It was reconstructed into a series of intricate and eerie dark red insect-eye patterns.

A cold and sinister aura, not belonging to him, suddenly spread from his body!

Amidst the despairing gazes of Lin Qiye and the others, Shen Qingzhu, or rather "it," slowly raised its head.

On Shen Qingzhu's face, a chilling smile curled at the corner of her lips.

A deep, ancient murmur, seemingly transcending eternity, echoed softly from his lips.

"……Welcome back."