Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

boom--!

Golden divine light shot up from Pakash's body, like a miniature sun exploding in the center of the battlefield.

His original body shape twisted and expanded in the light, and in the blink of an eye...

Two more arms covered with golden divine patterns suddenly grew from his back!

Four-armed form!

This is the true nature of Vishnu's agents!

"God... God..." The last surviving agent stood before Pakash, utterly terrified and incoherent.

The weapon in his hand clattered to the ground, and his legs went weak, making him want to kneel down and beg for mercy.

But he no longer had the chance.

On Pakash's face, which was shrouded in divine radiance, there was no trace of pity. His four arms were outstretched at the same time, as if a god or Buddha had descended to deliver a judgment.

He didn't even use any divine magic; with just his physical body, he took a step, and the ground cracked!

"No!"

The agent only had time to let out a desperate scream.

He was grabbed by the head by a giant golden hand that descended from the sky, while three other hands grabbed his limbs.

"Ahhhh——!"

Stab! !

Amidst horrific screams, a living person was brutally torn into pieces!

Warm blood mixed with pieces of internal organs rained down from the sky, staining Pakash's golden divine robes crimson.

He stood there amidst the rain of blood, his arms hanging slightly at his sides, exuding an overwhelming aura.

Like a blood-soaked war god emerging from ancient mythology, he looked down upon the mountain of corpses piled at his feet.

The entire battlefield was dead silent.

At this moment, all the remaining gazes, those lurking in the shadows, were filled with extreme fear.

However, the sacred and majestic golden Buddhist robe lasted only three seconds before receding like the tide.

As the light faded, Pakash returned to his original appearance, but the radiance on his face vanished completely, replaced by a horrifying paleness.

He swayed violently, nearly falling to the ground, and quickly used his weapon to brace himself.

He began to breathe heavily, each breath feeling like it was trying to drain the last bit of air from his lungs.

The price of overdrawing one's divine essence is far more terrifying than imagined.

He can barely stand, let alone fight again.

"Old Pa, not bad, you kept that a secret."

A slightly roguish voice came from behind a rock not far away. Lin Qiye and Wu Hen walked out side by side, as if they had just finished watching a great movie.

Pakash looked up, saw them, forced a smile, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank goodness... at least the area is cleared out."

Wu Hen adjusted his glasses, quickly stepped forward, and supported his swaying body.

He frowned and said, "You've overdrawn your divine essence? The price is too high; it will affect your future foundation."

"fine."

Pakash waved his hand, but his eyes were unusually firm. He looked at the object suspended in mid-air, which began to tremble because it had lost its contender.

The golden wine jug, seemingly wanting to escape, had a flame of hope burning in its eyes.

"Once I obtain the Holy Grail and make my wish, it will all be worth it... I promised you, I will help you gain a foothold in this game, and I will not forget that."

At that moment, the three hands briefly touched, and against the backdrop of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a faint glimmer of mutual support shone through the chaos of the world.

"Thanks, brother." Lin Qiye patted him on the shoulder, his tone sincere.

Pakash smiled, pushed away Wu Hen's support, and with his last bit of strength, lunged at the golden wine jug that was about to fly away!

"mine!!"

He gripped the cold kettle tightly, as if he were grasping his own future!

He raised the wine jug high and roared to the sky.

He poured all his life's beliefs into this cry: "The Holy Grail! I wish! Heal all my wounds, restore all my power!!"

Om-!

The golden wine jug trembled violently, and a dazzling light burst forth from its spout!

The next second, endless golden liquid gushed out of the spout like a burst dam, instantly engulfing Pakash from head to toe!

The moment he was enveloped in the liquor, Pakash felt a warm current flow through his body, and the pain from the exhaustion seemed to be subsiding.

A relieved, ecstatic smile spread across his face.

It worked!

He won the bet!

But the smile lasted for less than a second before freezing completely on his face.

That warm current suddenly turned scalding hot and violent!

Instead of healing his body, it felt like countless red-hot steel needles.

It frantically pierced into every cell of his body, tearing at his flesh and soul!

"Uh... ah?"

His body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, and the hope that had just risen in his eyes suddenly turned into endless terror and bewilderment.

Why... is this happening?

At the same time, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's gazes were not on Pakash at all.

They stared intently at the faint blue halo in the sky, a halo visible only to them.

It was the phantom of an ancient coin, the Star Coin.

It is hovering below the clouds, spinning silently.

The overwhelming killing intent and desire on the battlefield just now were the perfect bait to lure it here.

But now, the battle is over, and the negative emotions are rapidly dissipating.

The speed at which the [Pentacle] rotated visibly slowed down, and its light dimmed accordingly.

It seems to have lost interest in this drama that has already ended.

It slowly turned around, heading towards another place.

"Oh no, it's leaving!" Wu Hen's voice was extremely low, cold sweat already beading on his forehead.

"The bait outside the city isn't strong enough; it's going to be completely sucked away by the 'thing' coming from the direction of Wucheng!"

The success or failure of the plan hinges on this one move!

Lin Qiye's gaze followed the trajectory of the pale blue [Star Coin] and also swept towards the direction of Wucheng.

His brows were furrowed tightly.

What exactly happened in Wucheng?

How could it create an emotional vortex even larger than a bloody battle between dozens of top agents?

His intuition told him that something huge was happening over there.

But now, he can't care about that anymore!

As the coin, symbolizing both calamity and opportunity, was about to disappear completely into the clouds...

“Ahhhh——!!!”

A shrill, suppressed, and completely distorted scream suddenly erupted from the huge golden waterfall of wine below!

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's pupils suddenly contracted!

The liquid enveloping Pakash was like a living thing, frantically contracting and squeezing inward!

Pakash's body was twisted into an extremely bizarre shape, and the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard!

The price of making a wish with this fake "Holy Grail" seems to go far beyond simply overspending!

This sudden, heart-wrenching scream, filled with extreme pain, despair, and betrayal, instantly generated an unimaginable surge of negative emotions!

Above the sky, the star coin that was about to disappear suddenly paused.

It stopped.

It was like a shark about to leave, suddenly smelling an even fresher and stronger scent of blood.

It turned around, and the blue light flickered again, looking with great interest at the waterfall of wine below that was devouring life.

Wu Hen let out a long breath, his back already soaked with cold sweat: "I...I pulled him back!"

Lin Qiye's lips finally curled into a smile: "I told you, the real show is just beginning."

Within the waterfall of wine, Pakash's consciousness was on the verge of collapse.

He felt his life being frantically drained away; this was not a wish, but a meticulously planned sacrifice!

He was cheated!

Overwhelmed by endless panic, he used his last ounce of strength...

A desperate roar erupted from the depths of his soul, a sound filled with regret and resentment.

This wine jug... there's something wrong with this wine jug!

He suddenly remembered the person who had revealed the information about this "treasure" to him and guided him here.

"No...it shouldn't be like this..."

Pakash's face was contorted in the wildly surging liquid.

He wanted to call out a name, the only one he could think of at that moment, a name that might save him from this abyss of despair.