Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

"WTF?"

Gibir's pupils contracted sharply; the counter-clockwise spinning coin made him instinctively uneasy.

But his pride as a god instantly suppressed this doubt.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

He roared, ceasing his taunts, and towering flames gathered in his palm.

It transformed into a giant lava sword a hundred meters long and slashed down fiercely at the two tiny ants on the ground!

A devastating heatwave swept over us, instantly turning the sand into a glassy substance.

"Hold!"

As Lin Qiye watched the sword descend upon him, his mind went blank. His survival instincts drove him to roar wildly.

"Fly! Fly!"

Just as the thought flashed through his mind, he suddenly felt a light, binding sensation on his ankle.

He subconsciously looked down and saw a pair of antique boots with small golden wings that had somehow gotten on his feet.

The next second, a tremendous force came from beneath his feet, violently pulling him into the sky!

"Holy crap! Grab me!" Lin Qiye reacted quickly, grabbing Wu Hen, who was equally bewildered, from the side.

The two of them were launched into the air like cannonballs.

It flew out at an odd angle, barely missing the edge of the lava giant sword!

"boom--!!!"

The giant sword slashed down, cleaving a terrifying, bottomless canyon in the sea of ​​sand, where lava flowed freely.

"Huh?" Gibir was stunned, looking at the two tiny dots that had instantly darted a kilometer away, his face full of astonishment.

He actually... missed?

"What the hell..."

Wu Hen's face trembled from the strong wind. He gripped Lin Qiye's arm tightly and roared in shock.

You have this treasure?

"Nonsense! I have plenty of trump cards up my sleeve!" Lin Qiye boasted, but his mind was in turmoil.

Where did these boots come from?

He looked down at the pair of shoes on his feet that looked exactly like the ones worn by Hermes in mythology.

Looking again at the star coin floating on the back of his hand, still slowly rotating, an utterly absurd thought came to mind.

Could it be... that wishes come true?

Can this damn coin grant wishes?

"Want to run?!"

Gibir's roar came from behind, and he transformed into an even faster streak of fire, chasing straight ahead.

"I told you, this desert is your graveyard!"

"Damn it, they've caught up!" Lin Qiye's heart tightened; he had to verify his guess.

He stared intently at the star coin, his mind racing over an item he knew all too well, one that could never possibly be here.

The Holy Grail! Conjure up a Holy Grail for me!

Om-!

A soft golden light bloomed in his empty left hand.

The next moment, a golden goblet engraved with intricate patterns and exuding a sacred aura appeared out of thin air!

Wu Hen's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"The Holy Grail?! You even have that?! Who are you?!"

Lin Qiye didn't have time to answer him; a surge of joy welled up inside him.

It's true! My wishes really came true! I'm rich!

However, before he could even rejoice for two seconds, the Holy Grail in his hand suddenly began to flash.

Like a television screen with a poor signal, it then vanished without a trace, turning into countless points of light with a "bang".

"What's going on?" Lin Qiye was taken aback.

At the same time, the flight boots he was wearing also disappeared instantly.

The immense lift they were experiencing vanished abruptly, and gravity took over their bodies again, sending them plummeting straight down into the sea of ​​sand below!

"Damn it! There's a time limit!"

Lin Qiye instantly realized what was happening. Looking at the star coin on the back of his hand, whose spinning speed had clearly slowed down, his heart sank to the bottom.

This thing charges by the second!

"Hahahaha! Foolish mortals, your tricks are over!"

Gibir laughed wildly as he chased after them, his lava greatsword growing even larger.

He wanted to turn the two insects that had tricked him, along with the desert within a ten-mile radius, into ashes!

The shadow of death loomed once again.

As Lin Qiye plummeted, his brain raced.

The time is too short; summoning weapons of mass destruction is useless. By the time they are materialized, the time will be up.

It must be something that kills instantly, something that can decide the outcome in a split second!

Hurry! Think quickly!

His gaze was fixed on the coin that was spinning slower and slower.

Countless images flashed through my mind, but finally settled on that man.

The figure who severed Shiva's spear with just a single wooden chopstick.

Zhou Ping!

That's him! That's the sword intent!

"Get the hell out here!!"

Lin Qiye used all his strength, focusing all his spirit and will on that concept!

"Zhou Ping's sword!"

The star coin suddenly shone brightly, and an ordinary wooden chopstick, even with some oil stains, appeared in his hand.

"A wooden chopstick?" Gibir, in mid-air, burst into a laugh filled with utter sarcasm.

"You ant, have you given up? Are you going to use this to pick my teeth?"

Lin Qiye ignored him, and just as his body was about to hit the ground,

With his last ounce of strength, he twisted his body and swung the wooden chopsticks in his hand at the massive lava sword that was slashing down from above.

There were no sword moves, no set pattern, just the simplest... slash.

The next moment, time and sound seemed to disappear.

Gibir's maniacal laughter froze.

The fragile wooden chopstick, upon contact with the lava greatsword,

An invisible, sharp aura suddenly erupted!

"Qiang——!!!"

After a deafening roar that seemed to tear apart the soul, Gibir's hundred-meter-long lava sword shattered inch by inch, starting from the tip!

Countless fragments of flame exploded in all directions, yet the invisible sword energy showed no signs of diminishing.

It soared straight into the sky, as if it wanted to punch a hole in the sky!

Gibir was violently thrown away by this force, and several cracks appeared in the crimson divine armor on his right arm that was holding the sword!

With a "thud," Lin Qiye and Wu Hen fell heavily onto the sand.

But at this moment, they couldn't care less about the pain, staring blankly at the astonishing scene in the sky.

Lin Qiye was breathing heavily as he looked down at the wooden chopsticks in his hand.

It's done...it's really done!

But just as he relaxed slightly, a very faint, crisp sound rang out in his palm.

click-

A crack quietly appeared on the wooden chopstick that carried the supreme sword intent.