Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

He slowly walked to Lin Qiye's side and looked down at him.

"Hey, can you still move?" Wu Hen's voice was devoid of emotion.

Lin Qiye coughed up a mouthful of blood and tried to stand up, but his legs gave way and he fell back down.

"Damn...it's ruined." He cursed, feeling as if his internal organs had all gone out of place.

Wu Hen did not reach out to help, but calmly analyzed, "They will come back."

“That old man and that woman, they need more sacrifices to restore their divine power.”

“Bifitu’s heart is just the beginning. The two of us are the targets on their kill list.”

"I know without you reminding me."

Lin Qiye gritted his teeth and tried again, finally managing to stand up unsteadily.

"What do we do now? What are your suggestions?"

"Run." Wu Hen said succinctly.

"Run? Where to run?"

"Any direction, the farther away from here the better."

Wu Hen's gaze swept across the dark night sky.

“They have just completed a sacrifice and need time to process it; this is our only window of opportunity.”

"If we delay any longer, we'll all die."

Lin Qiye took a deep breath; the sharp pain in his chest almost made him faint.

He knew Wu Hen was right; now was not the time to play the hero.

"Okay, it's up to you."

The two exchanged a glance, said nothing more, turned around in tacit understanding, and limped into the endless sea of ​​sand.

Meanwhile, the vanished crescent-shaped boat was hovering in an unknown void.

Nanna, the white-haired old man, was sitting cross-legged at the bow of the boat.

A still-beating golden heart floated in front of him; it was none other than Bifetu's "Heart of Ra".

Golden divine power flowed like a stream, continuously being drawn from his heart and flowing into his body.

His withered body began to fill out at a visible speed.

"Not enough." Nanna slowly opened her eyes.

"You mean, the bloodline of Uruk?" The woman in white robes, Inanna, stood behind him, her voice cold and clear.

"Yes."

Nanna nodded.

"Only the blood of the original inhabitants of this land can wash away the 'corrosion of mortal dust' from us and completely awaken our dormant divinity."

"Unfortunately, after that great flood, the surviving Uruk people went into hiding, and for thousands of years, their whereabouts have been difficult to find."

Inanna's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile: "So what?"

"As long as they remain on this land, they will never escape my grasp."

"Finding prey is my specialty. Leave this to me."

"very good."

Nanna nodded in satisfaction, then turned her gaze to a silent man beside her.

The man was clad in heavy crimson armor, with lava-like patterns flowing across its surface.

He exuded an aura of tyranny and destruction; he was Gibir, the fire god of the Sumerian pantheon.

“Gibber,” Nanna said calmly.

"Father God." The red-armored man, Gibir, bowed slightly, his voice deep and thunderous.

“Those two ants on the ground are still alive.” Nanna’s tone was devoid of any emotion.

"I don't like variables. Go and clean them up."

"Their souls can also serve as a dessert to replenish our strength."

Gibir gave a disdainful smile: "Yes, Father God."

"Dealing with two bugs isn't even enough to warm me up."

Before he could finish speaking, the flames around him suddenly exploded, and he transformed into a crimson shooting star.

It instantly tore through the void and chased after the direction in which Lin Qiye and Wu Hen had fled!

On the vast sea of ​​sand, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen were running for their lives.

"Damn it, he's catching up!"

Lin Qiye glanced back and saw a red light approaching at an incredible speed on the horizon.

That scorching heat could burn your skin even from several kilometers away.

Wu Hen's face was also extremely ugly: "Three minutes faster than I calculated! These sons of bitches recovered too quickly!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Don't you have any backup plans? Aren't you a time traveler?"

"Where's the system? Where's Grandpa? Hurry up and call for help!" Lin Qiye shouted, panting heavily.

"If I had that thing, would I need to run a marathon with you here?"

Wu Hen retorted, "And you? Aren't you a member of the Night Watch? Where are your reinforcements?"

"If reinforcements could arrive, we'd already be drinking tea in the safe house!"

The two exchanged insults while desperately squeezing out the last bit of strength from their bodies.

But it didn't work.

The red streak of light drew closer and closer, almost right behind them.

Gibir's figure appeared and disappeared in the flames; he didn't even rush to make a move.

Like a cat chasing a mouse, it playfully followed behind the two.

"Run, you ants!" His voice seemed to come from hell.

"Let me see where the limits of you mortals are."

"This desert is the best burial ground for you."

The oppressive feeling of death almost suffocated Lin Qiye.

His lungs were like a broken bellows, and every breath he took smelled of blood.

It’s over.

I'm really going to die here.

He was not reconciled.

He hasn't found his way home yet, hasn't figured out the secrets of the Gods' Mental Hospital, hasn't...

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, finally settling on the cold metal coin in my pocket.

King's Star Coin.

This was something he casually took from the King's treasury, and he never figured out what it was for.

Let’s treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!

"Wu Hen, stop!" Lin Qiye suddenly slammed on the brakes, leaving two deep marks on the sand.

"Are you crazy?!" Wu Hen roared as he turned around.

"Not stopping means certain death! Let's take a gamble!"

Lin Qiye had no time to explain; he suddenly pulled out the star coin engraved with mysterious patterns from his pocket.

It feels cool to the touch, as if it contains the stars and the sea.

Seeing them stop, Gibir behind them hovered in mid-air, watching them with great interest.

"What? Giving up the struggle and ready to die?" he laughed contemptuously.

Lin Qiye ignored him completely, staring intently at the star coin in his hand, with only one thought in his mind.

Get moving!

He imitated what he saw in the movie, placed the coin on his thumb, and with his last bit of strength, flicked it upwards!

"Ding--!"

A crisp, clear sound instantly pierced through the howling wind and sand and the roar of flames.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear, as if it struck directly into the depths of everyone's soul.

The star coin soared into the air and spun rapidly.

But strangely, it doesn't rotate clockwise, but counterclockwise!

It spun faster and faster, until it formed a silver curtain of light.

On the light screen, two tiny reflections were clearly shown, along with the enormous figure behind them engulfed in towering flames.

Space began to distort at this moment.

Time seemed to have been slowed down.

Gibir's contemptuous smile froze instantly, and for the first time, a hint of surprise and astonishment appeared in his burning eyes.

This is... what kind of power?

He sensed an ancient law that even he could not comprehend.

It is quietly awakening, centered around this tiny coin.