Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

At the bottom of the well, deathly silence replaced screams.

The thick, pungent smell of blood mingled with the acrid odor of lightning strikes, almost suffocating the senses.

Two mangled corpses lay in the mud, divine radiance rapidly dissipating from their ripped bodies, like punctured balloons.

Claude stood in the center of the corpse, holding an antique-style dark gold cup in his left hand.

Purple lightning, like a serpent, still flickered between the five fingers of his right hand.

He was a genius that Qingyun Sect had only seen once in a century, but also a traitor despised by everyone.

This is the Holy Grail, completely different from its legendary, holy, and radiant image.

It is more like a demonic artifact from the abyss, with strange patterns engraved on its body that are incomprehensible to mortals, exuding an ancient divinity that makes one's heart tremble.

"Cough...cough...Claude..."

An agent, barely clinging to life, emitted a hissing sound that sounded like air leaking from his throat.

His eyes were filled with resentment and fear.

"You think...you've won? The old city lord...he's protected Wucheng for a thousand years...the moment the aura of the Holy Grail appears...he will...suppress everything..."

Claude glanced down at him, his eyes looking at him as if he were looking at a dying ant at his feet.

"Suppress?" He scoffed, his voice trembling slightly with barely suppressed excitement.

"An old geezer guarding this desolate desert dares to suppress me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lightning at his fingertips suddenly surged, instantly piercing through the agent's head.

The final curse came to an abrupt end, and the bottom of the well fell into an eerie silence.

Claude took a deep breath, greedily sensing the immense power emanating from the Holy Grail.

This power is far greater than the Taoist arts of the Qingyun Sect, and far more tempting than the gods he once served.

This is the power to grant any wish, the key that allows him to rise above the gods!

His ambition swelled wildly in his chest, almost bursting open.

Just then, a vast and overwhelming pressure swept down from the ground without warning!

The aura was ancient and profound, carrying the sediment of yellow sand and time.

It was as if the entire city of Wucheng had come alive, concentrating its will on a single point and crashing down upon the ancient well.

coming!

Claude's eyes narrowed; he could clearly "see" the city lord's mansion several kilometers away.

An aged yet upright figure transformed into a streak of light, hurtling towards this place at an incredible speed.

The terrifying aura that locked him in caused the lightning all over his body to stir restlessly.

"Old man, you reacted pretty quickly." Claude showed no sign of panic, but instead exuded an almost manic confidence.

He ignored the rapidly approaching threat of death and slowly raised the dark gold Holy Grail in his hand.

"I make a wish..."

His voice echoed in the narrow well, clear and cold, with an unquestionable tone of command.

"—That person turned into a stone statue."

Om-!

Inside the Holy Grail, the previously calm crimson liquid instantly boiled.

An invisible ripple of law spread out at a speed exceeding that of light!

Several kilometers away, on the desert.

The old city lord, who was speeding along, suddenly froze.

His weathered eyes revealed utter astonishment and disbelief.

He felt his blood congealing, his muscles hardening, and his vitality being forcibly stripped away in a way he had never heard of before.

He tried to shout angrily, but no sound came out.

He tried to use divine power to resist, but that strange power acted directly on the level of laws, and all his resistance was like throwing a stone into the sea.

Click... click...

The grayish-white stone texture spreads rapidly upwards from his feet.

In the blink of an eye, it devoured his body and his arms, finally settling on his face, which was filled with horror and resentment.

boom! ! !

A lifelike human-shaped stone statue, still in a forward-leaning posture, crashed heavily into the yellow sand, stirring up clouds of dust.

The overwhelming, oppressive force that had suppressed the entire city vanished in an instant.

At the bottom of the well, Claude's smile slowly widened, eventually turning into a silent, maniacal laugh.

Won.

So easy.

This is the power of the Holy Grail!

This is the future that Claude has chosen!

What kind of bullshit sects and divine agents are they? They're nothing but a joke in the face of absolute power!

However, before the euphoria of victory could fully take hold of him, an inexplicable chill rose silently from the depths of his soul without warning, rapidly eroding his limbs and bones.

This chill didn't come from the outside, but rather seemed like... a harbinger of some kind of price to pay.

He looked down at the Holy Grail in his hand. The crimson liquid in the cup had calmed down, but its color seemed to be a little deeper than before, like congealed blood.

Meanwhile, in the distant desert.

The night wind stirred up dust, gently brushing against the newly formed stone statue.

The wind and sand swept across the old city lord's face, frozen in terror, and blew into his eyes, which had turned to stone.

In that deathly grayness, his right eyeball suddenly... twitched very slightly.

The movement was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, as if it were merely an illusion of light and shadow.

The crimson liquid within the Holy Grail rippled with an almost imperceptible, eerie light.

Like a silent sigh, it foreshadowed that the price to be paid for this wish was only just beginning to appear.

Claude, at the bottom of the well, was unaware of this strange scene; he was immersed in a complex mix of victory and unease.

Suddenly, a faint sound of gravel rolling down the edge of the well came from the wellhead.

Two suppressed gasps, born of fear, followed.