Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Number 22's sinister laughter echoed in the firelight, like a wolf that had spotted two plump lambs.

"Come on! Let me see just how powerful the legendary Twin Gods' Agent really is!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already raised his scepter high, and the gem at the top of the scepter emitted an ominous purple light.

"【Scepter】, seize his spirit!"

An invisible mental shock swept into Lin Qiye's mind like a tsunami!

Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly contracted.

However, just as the mental shock was about to hit him, his figure suddenly blurred.

Like static on a poor television signal, it vanished instantly.

[The night is flashing]!

"Huh?" Number 22 was taken aback as his determined attack missed its mark.

The next second, Lin Qiye's figure solidified on another set of ruins dozens of meters away.

He had a sly, mischievous smile on his face as he beckoned to number 22.

"That's it? You couldn't have used your chance."

Number 22's face instantly darkened: "You're asking for death!"

“I can also bully the weak with numbers,” Lin Qi-ye snapped his fingers.

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A biting wind suddenly swept up, freezing the flying sparks into ice crystals in mid-air.

A stunningly beautiful figure draped in white frost quietly appeared; it was the Snow Woman.

At the same time, the shadow beneath Lin Qiye's feet twisted violently, revealing a pale arm holding a calligraphy brush.

Emerging from the shadows, the Ouija board spirit's eerie form rose up.

"Go!" Lin Qiye gave the order.

The Snow Woman clasped her hands together, and a blizzard instantly descended, turning a hundred-meter radius into a frozen wasteland. The extreme cold of her domain power frantically suppressed Number 22's movements.

The ground beneath number 22's feet instantly froze, causing him to stumble.

The brush in the spirit's hand moved swiftly through the air, forming a huge character "缚" (meaning "to bind") out of thin air.

It transformed into a streak of dark light and was precisely imprinted on the back of number 22!

Number 22 felt a sudden heaviness on his body, as if an invisible mountain was on his back, and his movements became extremely slow.

"Damn it! Those annoying flies!" he roared.

He abandoned his pursuit of Lin Qiye and suddenly raised the Holy Grail in his right hand!

"Holy Grail, grant my wish!" he roared at the eerie red lotus within the cup.

"Get rid of all this nasty trash...!"

Om-!

The Holy Grail shone brightly, and an irresistible force of law spread out!

The figures of the Snow Woman and the Ouija Board began to fluctuate violently under this power, as if they could be erased at any moment.

Lin Qiye frowned, and with a thought, he took them back before they completely collapsed.

According to Number 22, it was his wish that worked, completely shattering the two summoned creatures.

"Hahahaha! Useless!" Number 22 laughed wildly. "Faced with the power of two divine artifacts, all your tricks are just a joke! Now, no one can help you..."

His laughter stopped abruptly.

Number 22 looked like a duck with its neck being choked, suddenly raising its head and staring intently at the night sky above Wucheng.

Not only him, but Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, who was hiding in the shadows, also sensed it at the same time.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure descended from the sky.

That wasn't a matter of strength or weakness, but an absolute crushing on a level of life, as if a dragon were looking down on ants.

The clouds, reddened by the firelight, were torn open by an invisible force, creating a straight rift, as if the sky had been cleaved in two by an unseen sword.

A figure slowly descended directly below the crack.

He didn't flap his wings, nor did he use any tools; he just walked step by step...

It was as if they were descending invisible steps, and finally their feet landed lightly on the charred stone pavement without making a sound.

The newcomer was tall and imposing, wielding a massive, ancient-looking sword whose blade reflected a chilling light in the firelight.

The moment Number 22 saw the person's face clearly, all the fanaticism and madness on his face vanished, replaced by extreme shock and...fear.

“Bib...Bibitu?!” His voice trembled. “You...you weren’t already dead under the judgment of the 'Scales of Justice'?!”

The person who arrived was none other than Bifetu, the second of the "Ten Imperial Attendants".

Bifetu didn't answer him. His indifferent, almost emotionless eyes first swept over the frightened Number 22.

Then he turned to Lin Qiye, whose expression was solemn, and finally even paused for half a second in the direction where Wu Hen was hiding.

It was as if no secret in these ruins could escape his eyes.

Number 22's Adam's apple bobbed, and he forced out a smile that looked worse than a grimace: "So it was a fake death... As expected of Lord Bifitu."

So, you've come for those two divine artifacts too? How about... how about we join forces and take care of this brat who's an agent of the two gods first?

The Holy Grail is yours, the Scepter is mine, how about it?

Faced with the olive branch extended by number 22, Biffitu finally responded.

He simply uttered two words coldly: "Join forces?"

His voice was hoarse, like two pieces of rusty metal rubbing together, sending chills down your spine.

The next moment, he made a move that shocked everyone present, including Lin Qi-ye.

With his free left hand, Biffitu slowly pulled open the front of his shirt.

A horrifying sword wound ran from his collarbone down to his abdomen on his chest.

The wound had not healed or bled; the edges were rolled back, as if it had been forcibly cut open.

And inside that dissected chest cavity, there was no beating human heart.

Instead, there is a divine heart that is so dazzling that it seems to be made of pure light!

That heart was beating strongly, one beat at a time.

With each pulsation, it was as if a sun was rising and falling within it, radiating a divine power that sent shivers down one's spine.

“I have…” Bifitu began hoarsely, each word carrying a chilling edge, “severed the contract.”

He killed the god to whom he was bound, and then placed the god's heart into his own chest!

The fake smile on Number 22's face froze completely. He looked at the beating "sun" on Bifetu's chest, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

"You're a madman...you're a complete and utter madman!!"

Bifetu slowly closed his clothes, no longer looking at the terrified Number 22, and his gaze fell directly on Lin Qiye.

Eyes facing each other.

Lin Qiye caught a faint, indescribable emotion in the depths of Bifetu's pupils, which burned like stars.

It wasn't hostility, but more like scrutiny, confirmation, or even... a resonance that transcended time and space.

It's as if it's saying: I know you.

In an instant, the howling night wind stopped, the burning flames froze, and the ruins of the entire city fell into an eerie silence.

Lin Qiye, No. 22, Bifeitu.

With three parties locked in a standoff, the situation instantly reversed, revealing who was the prey and who was the hunter.

In this suffocating silence, a very low, deep, almost imperceptible hum came from the deepest part of the earth without warning.

The sound didn't resemble an earthquake; it was more like the sound of an ancient string that had been forgotten for millennia.

In the unfathomable darkness, it was gently touched by an invisible hand.

The buzzing sound was fleeting.

Lin Qiye's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

Number 22 and Wu Hen seemed to have no reaction at all.

But in that instant, Bifitu's perpetually indifferent face underwent an extremely subtle movement.

His head was turned slightly to the side, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of ruins and rock.

I looked toward the endless, deep darkness from which the sound came.