Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Above the sky, the disturbed divine aura fluctuated for only a moment before returning to silence, as if it had never appeared.

Amidst the ruins, Lin Qiye weighed the cold, restless Star Coin in his hand, and a roguish smile reappeared on his lips.

"It's done."

Wu Hen, standing next to him, pushed up his glasses and looked down at the golden liquid that had shrunk to its limit.

Pakash's presence was faintly visible within, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"What a pity, its divinity was drained by this fake Holy Grail, and it didn't even have the chance to witness the true power of Vishnu's agent."

Wu Hen's tone carried a hint of scholarly regret.

"Who says there's no chance?" Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow, a crazy idea forming in his mind.

"He's about to die, it's not too much to let him shine a little more before he goes, is it?"

A knowing glint flashed in Wu Hen's eyes behind his glasses. He didn't speak, but simply watched Lin Qiye's performance calmly.

Lin Qiye flicked his finger, and the [Star Coin] he had just forcibly "suppressed"...

He actually infused it with a trace of divine power, and then, like a blue meteor, it shot precisely into the golden liquid below!

"I'm a professional when it comes to end-of-life care," Lin Qiye said with a smile.

The power of the coin is essentially a catalyst and amplifier of extreme negative emotions.

As soon as it entered the wine, it struck Pakash's soul, which was on the verge of collapse!

“Aaaaaaa——!!”

A roar that sounded inhuman suddenly exploded out!

Pakash, who was already exhausted, seemed to have been injected with a stimulant.

Endless humiliation, anger, and despair were instantly ignited, amplified, and detonated!

This immense spiritual power temporarily restored his divinity!

boom--! !

The golden liquid exploded with a roar, and a figure with a charred body and missing four arms shot into the sky from it—it was Pakash!

Although he looked utterly miserable, a fierce fighting spirit and... a hint of relief at surviving a calamity rekindled in his eyes.

"Hahahaha! Fools! You two idiots!" Pakash laughed maniacally.

"You actually used the enemy's divine weapon to save me?!"

"You chose the path to heaven but refused to take it, you barged into the gates of hell! Today, you will all die!!"

Lin Qiye looked at him as if he were an interesting experimental subject, and lazily spoke:

"Don't get me wrong, I just wanted to check how sturdy your clothes are before you took your last breath."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Qiye's figure suddenly vanished from the spot!

The next moment, a pale white blade flashed like lightning, slashing straight at Pakash's chest!

【Slay the White】!

clang--! !

A deafening clang of metal clashing!

The blade of [White Slash] struck Pakash's tattered ochre-yellow monk's robe squarely.

It was as if it had struck a piece of divine metal, sparks flew everywhere, and not even a white mark was left!

Lin Qiye reappeared not far away. He shook his slightly numb wrist.

The relaxed and carefree look on his face faded for the first time, replaced by a solemn expression.

"Something."

Seeing this, Pakash's confidence soared, and he grinned maliciously, "This is the Immaculate Robe of God bestowed upon me by Vishnu!"

"With the power of you inferior gods, you think you can break through its defenses? Dream on!"

"Die to me!!"

Pakash clasped his hands together, and a blurry image of a four-armed deity suddenly appeared behind him.

The terrifying divine power crashed down on Lin Qiye and Wu Hen like a tsunami!

However, faced with this earth-shattering divine power, Wu Hen simply calmly adjusted his glasses.

"When there are many gods, they bully those who are few. You should understand this principle."

Lin Qiye grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

“That’s right, we have always won people over with virtue… with divine virtue!”

In an instant, night and the underworld descended simultaneously behind Lin Qiye and Wu Hen!

One, two, three... a total of seven illusory figures exuding overwhelming divine power lined up behind them!

Nyx, the goddess of night; Hades, the god of the underworld; Ares, the god of war… the appearance of each god makes the laws of this world tremble!

The auras of the seven gods converged into an irresistible torrent, colliding violently with Vishnu's form!

Without any earth-shattering explosion, Vishnu's image vanished silently, like a soap bubble that had been popped.

puff--! !

Pakash was struck dumb; his protective divine power shattered instantly, and he coughed up a mouthful of divine blood.

He stumbled backward more than ten steps before barely managing to regain his balance.

He looked up, his face filled with the shock and disbelief of a mortal witnessing a miracle.

“Seven…Seven Gods’ Agents?! Who…who are you?!” he roared, his voice filled with terror.

How could one person simultaneously represent seven main gods?! This completely overturned his understanding!

"I told you, I'm sending you on your way."

Lin Qiye's voice, like the whisper of death, rang in his ears.

Before he knew it, Lin Qiye had appeared before him like a ghost.

The pale short sword in his hand had disappeared, replaced by an ancient and elegant Japanese long sword with a soaring aura.

The sword of Ame no Murakumo!

"This knife should be enough."

brush!brush!brush!brush!

Four incredibly fast sword lights flashed past in Pakash's terrified eyes!

His four remaining arms were severed at the root!

"Ahhhhh!!"

Pakash let out a painful scream, trying to use his divine power to regenerate his severed arm.

However, he discovered that the wound was surrounded by an incomparably domineering sword aura, which tightly sealed his divinity, making it impossible to heal!

Despair overwhelmed him in an instant.

He finally realized that the other party had never treated him as an equal opponent from the beginning.

From deception to traps, and now to this massacre... it's all just a game of cat and mouse.

And he was that pitiful mouse being manipulated at will.

"The game is over."

Lin Qiye's voice was icy cold and devoid of any emotion. The Kusanagi Sword drew a perfect arc, precisely slicing across Pakash's neck.

A head filled with fear and resentment shot into the sky.

The headless corpse hovered in mid-air for a moment before collapsing like a sandcastle.

It transformed into countless golden specks of light, completely dissipating between heaven and earth.

Lin Qiye slowly sheathed his sword, and the seven illusory images of gods disappeared as well.

He stared at the spot where Pakash had vanished, but felt no joy of victory; instead, alarm bells rang.

"An agent whose power has been exhausted, relying solely on a divine garment, can withstand [White Slash]..."

Wu Hen walked to his side and said in a deep voice, "If he were at his peak, he would be very troublesome."

"Yes." Lin Qiye exhaled a breath of stale air.

"None of these guys in the misty world are good people."

"The real big fish hasn't shown itself yet."

This battlefield is just the tip of the iceberg.

The real storm is brewing in deeper, darker places.

at the same time.

On the distant ruins of Wucheng.

The thunderclouds that had enveloped the entire city slowly dissipated, revealing a darkened sky.

On the scorched earth, corpses littered the ground, and the entire city-state was transformed into a burning inferno.

Claude stood alone in the center of the ruins, covered in blood.

In his hand, however, he tightly gripped a radiant golden Holy Grail.

He succeeded; he snatched the true Holy Grail from countless competitors.

But he looked around at the city that had been destroyed because of him.

His face showed no joy, only endless pain and struggle.

He muttered to himself, his voice so soft it seemed it might be blown away by the wind at any moment, yet it carried a chilling hint of madness.

"Is... massacring the entire city really the only option?"