Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

She took a deep breath, as if forcibly suppressing all her surging emotions back into her heart.

"Zuo Qing." Ji Nian's voice regained its usual calmness, without the slightest hint of emotion.

"You're still alive, that's good."

On the other end of the walkie-talkie, the woman called Zuo Qing's voice trembled with excitement: "President! It really is you!"

“We…we always thought it was you…”

“I’m fine,” Ji Nian interrupted her.

"Listen, now is not the time for reminiscing."

"Report your current location, personnel situation, and... the current state of Great Xia to me immediately."

She paused, then added, "I need to know everything, every single detail."

Half an hour later, Jinian pushed open the door to her room.

The vulnerability and sorrow that had appeared on his face upon learning of the passing of his loved one had vanished, replaced by a cold resolve.

She went straight to the cockpit.

"Guild Master." The knight in charge of steering immediately stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Pass the word down." Ji Nian's gaze swept across the holographic sea chart before her, where the glowing dot representing the "Shang Xie" was displayed.

Slowly sailing through the Sea of ​​Mist, "Change course, target: Great Xia."

"Full speed ahead."

The knight paused, somewhat hesitant: "Guild Master, shouldn't we wait until the fog clears?"

"Besides...haven't we already made contact with them over there..."

“Now, we’re going back.” The sentiment left no room for argument.

"Also, tell the kitchen to prepare some high-calorie food and clean fresh water. The watchmen's ship is nearby, so send it to them."

"Yes!" The knight dared not ask any more questions and immediately began to carry out the order.

Memorial stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of the cockpit, watching the thick fog churning outside.

Beneath his calm gaze lay a barely perceptible weariness.

She not only wanted to go back, but she also wanted to bring back a "big gift".

A grand gift that will make those traitors pay the price...

Meanwhile, on the Night's Watch's medical ship.

An Qingyu was chatting with a "Shangxie" knight who was in charge of receiving them.

"President Jinian was truly a legendary figure," An Qingyu said with a smile, her tone amiable.

"I heard she has an exceptional talent for scientific research?"

The knight's face showed admiration: "Of course the guild master is amazing!"

"However, the president isn't obsessed with those dry theories; what she loves most is weapons and engineering!"

"Did you know that the chairman personally participated in the forging of almost every part of this ship, the 'Shangxie'?"

An Qingyu's eyes flashed.

Weapons? Engineering and manufacturing?

The image of that pixelated walkie-talkie flashed through his mind.

The technological sophistication of that thing cannot be explained by mere engineering.

Where did this groundbreaking technology come from?

This ship, and this mysterious Shangxie Guild Master, seem to be more complex than they imagined.

An Qingyu smiled calmly, quietly burying this doubt in her heart.

In the other cabin, Lin Qiye sat alone on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor.

The cabin was quiet, with only the faint sound of the ship cutting through the waves.

But in his mind, there was only a noisy hell.

Shen Qingzhu sprouted black wings on her back, howling in agony as she was consumed by darkness; Cao Yuan sacrificed himself, transforming into a sword beam, his final, resolute gaze fixed upon him.

Baili Pangpang forcibly fused with the divine spark, his body cracking inch by inch... Scenes of horrific suffering played repeatedly before his eyes like an inescapable nightmare.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

why?

Why is it that even though he has become so strong, he still can't save them?

Every time, it was just a little short.

Each time, he could only watch helplessly as his comrade fell in front of him.

Intense self-blame and a sense of powerlessness gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"What are you thinking about?" A calm voice rang out from the doorway.

Wu Hen came in carrying a cup of hot water and handed it to him.

"It's nothing." Lin Qiye took the water glass but didn't drink it.

Wu Hen sat down beside him, his gaze calm: "Thinking about things in hell?"

"Self-blame is the most useless emotion in the world; it solves nothing."

"I just..." Lin Qiye opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Wu Hen patted him on the shoulder: "We've done our best."

"What we need to do now is look forward and then... find a way to cure them."

Lin Qiye remained silent for a long time before finally nodding.

He closed his eyes, his mind drifting into that familiar place.

Perhaps, only there could he temporarily forget the weight of reality.

The next moment, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen appeared in the courtyard of the Gods Mental Hospital.

"boom--!!"

A golden staff and a giant axe gleaming with divine light collided violently, unleashing a deafening roar.

Sun Wukong grinned and with a single, sweeping move, forced Gilgamesh back more than ten steps.

"Hahaha! You bastard king, is that all you've got? You're nowhere near as good as me, Old Sun!"

Gilgamesh steadied himself, his handsome face contorted with rage: "Damn monkey!"

"You're just relying on your weaponry. If you're so capable, fight me bare-handed!"

"Hey, if I, Old Sun, were empty-handed, I might accidentally kill you, and the dean would take away my bananas, wouldn't he?"

Not far away, Bragi was forced to play his lyre, providing background music for this "epic" duel with a look of utter despair.

Li Yifei, meanwhile, was taking notes in a small notebook.

He was muttering to himself, "Mr. Gilgamesh is in a very high mood today."

"His aggressive tendencies are strong; I suggest adding an extra chicken leg to dinner as a way to appease him..."

The long-awaited liveliness and hustle and bustle dispelled the gloom in Lin Qiye's heart.

Looking at this group of lively characters, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

A smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

"You're back?" Li Yifei greeted them with a smile when he saw them.

"Have all the external matters been resolved?"

"That's about it." Lin Qiye nodded, his gaze returning to the battlefield.

Wu Hen then walked over to Li Yifei and asked in a low voice, "How is Gilgamesh doing lately?"

"It's great! I spar with the Great Sage every day, and I'm full of energy!"

"Is that so?" Wu Hen's brows furrowed slightly.

Lin Qiye's smile gradually froze.

He also sensed that something was wrong.

Gilgamesh's attacks were still ferocious, but there seemed to be a slight, almost imperceptible, sluggishness in his movements.

The divine power emanating from him was no longer as solid and pure as before.

Instead, it appeared somewhat chaotic, like a flame about to go out of control.

The feeling... was as if something was eroding him from the inside.

Lin Qiye's heart sank suddenly.

Godhood Collapse?

He immediately looked at Sun Wukong on the other side.

Sun Wukong's fiery eyes gleamed with golden light, clearly indicating that he had also noticed something amiss.

"Bastard King, show me your true skills!"

Sun Wukong roared, and the golden cudgel in his hand shone brightly, instantly enveloping the entire courtyard with a terrifying pressure.

"If you keep dawdling like this, I, Old Sun, will have to get rough!"