Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Those few sparks were not beacons of hope, but the prelude to destruction.

"Om-!"

Lin Qiye felt as if he were holding a red-hot iron in his palm. The already dim Star Coin was trembling wildly as if it were on drugs, and the buzzing sound it emitted was drilling straight into his brain.

"Let go! Do you still want your hand?" Wu Hen grabbed Lin Qiye's wrist, his eyelids twitching wildly.

"This thing is recognizing its master; that imposter is forcibly recalling all the Noble Phantasms!"

"That's my damn money!" Lin Qiye gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, his fists clenched tightly and refusing to let go.

The skin on my palms was worn raw by the high-frequency vibration of the coins, and fresh blood dripped down between my fingers, making a sizzling sound as it dripped into the sand.

This is a tug-of-war with a huge disparity in strength. On the other side is the Hero King, the pinnacle of mythology.

"Click."

A crisp cracking sound came from the finger bones.

Lin Qiye gasped. He loved money, but he wasn't stupid.

This suction force is not a physical phenomenon, but a law.

That imposter is like a giant magnet, sucking back everything in the world that belongs to him.

"Fuck you uncle!"

Lin Qiye cursed and suddenly loosened his grip.

[Pencils] instantly transformed into a golden thread, without even a bend.

With a whoosh, it shot towards the corpse floating in the air, merging into the torrent of returning divine artifacts that filled the sky.

Lin Qiye clutched his blood-soaked hand, slumped down behind a sand dune, panting heavily, his eyes gloomy: "What a huge loss. This deal was a huge rip-off."

"Stop calculating, the real danger is coming." Wu Hen buried his head in the sand, his voice extremely low. "Don't look up, that crazy woman is coming down."

That crazy woman refers to Inanna.

In mid-air, the goddess, clad in a battle dress and possessing an alluring beauty, was descending step by step from the void.

She wasn't wearing shoes; her bare feet rippled through the air, creating visible golden waves.

She didn't look at Lin Qiye and Wu Hen in the distance; wasting her eyes on those two "ants" would be an insult to her divine status.

Her target was the survivors on the city wall who had just lit torches.

"dirty."

Inanna parted her lips slightly, and the two words she uttered crashed down like two mountains onto the crumbling city wall.

There were no fancy lighting effects, just pure, brutal divine power.

“Plop!” “Plop!”

Dozens of survivors on the city wall were instantly pinned down by an invisible hand, their knees slamming heavily onto the rubble.

The sound of bones cracking rang out one after another, and the screams were choked back by the blood that surged into their throats before they could even be uttered.

Tali was among them.

She felt like the sky was falling.

My knees hurt like they were shattered, but my forehead hurt even more.

The oppressive force slammed her head against the ground, the rough edges of the stone bricks piercing her forehead.

Warm blood flowed into my eyes, and the world turned crimson.

"Kneel down and repent." Inanna's voice was light and airy, carrying a cruel, cat-and-mouse-like quality.

"It is a gift to offer your lowly flesh and blood so that the king may be resurrected."

A gift?

Fuck your blessing!

Tali's face was pressed against the cold ground, her mouth full of sand and the taste of blood.

Are you afraid?

Terrified.

But for some reason, upon hearing the word "blessing," a surge of rage suddenly rose within her.

They killed my parents, destroyed my home, and now they expect me to kneel down and thank them?

Her fingers dug unconsciously at the ground, her nails peeling up, excruciating pain shooting through her.

Suddenly, her fingertips touched something hard and warm.

It was a charred fragment of a clay tablet, with a cuneiform script that no one could understand.

That is the emblem of Uruk.

This is the pride left by our ancestors when this city was still the "center of the world".

Tali, with a strength she didn't know she possessed, gripped the shard tightly.

The sharp edge cut her palm, and the pain made her mind clearer than ever before.

She didn't want to kneel.

But the pressure was too great, as if it were going to break her spine.

Since you can't stand up...

Tali did something that surprised everyone.

She suddenly turned to the side, thrashing about on the ground like a dying fish, and with the downward pressure of that divine power, she managed to flip herself over.

The kneeling position was changed to lying on one's back.

"Huh...huh..."

Tali gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently.

She lay there sprawled on the ground, covered in rubble and blood.

Those eyes, blinded by blood, were fixed on Inanna high in the sky.

She raised her right hand, clutching the charred clay tablet, and grinned at the goddess, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth.

"I... won't kneel."

The sound wasn't loud because the lungs were compressed.

But this blood-stained curse resounded louder than thunder on the desolate ruins.

I will not kneel before you.

I can't beat you, I can't stand up, so I'll just lie here and watch you.

But I will never bow my head, never turn my back on you, and never bend my knees for you.

This is the last bit of dignity for the street children of Uruk.

Inanna's playful expression froze.

She'd probably never seen this kind of "resistance" in her life. What was this? Playing the rogue? Being a scoundrel?

But then, something even more unbelievable happened.

Beside Tali, the old man who had been trembling earlier looked at the girl lying on the ground, a glimmer of light flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

He was panting heavily, his old bones making a grinding sound that made your teeth ache, and then—

He turned over too.

Next came the middle-aged man with the broken leg, and the woman holding the child…

One by one.

The survivors on the city wall, like a group of dried salted fish, turned over in an extremely contorted and ugly posture.

Dozens of eyes, dozens of eyes filled with fear and despair.

Yet, his eyes, with a fierce "dead pig doesn't fear boiling water" attitude, stared straight at the gods in the sky.

No one spoke. Only heavy breathing could be heard.

They lay there, in the most humble posture, giving the gods the loudest slap in the face.

The air freezes.

This silent mockery is more effective at breaking down the gods than any curse.

"You're courting death..." Inanna's stunningly beautiful face twisted instantly, and the killing intent in her eyes almost solidified.

She slowly raised the spear in her hand, the tip aimed at Tali's heart.

"If you don't want to live on your knees, then die lying down."

The spear fell—

Just at this moment.

In the distance, in the heart of the desert, lies the puppet's hull, suspended motionless, frantically devouring the divine artifact.

That proud head, without warning, tilted slightly towards the city wall.

That almost imperceptible pause was like a grain of sand stuck in a precision gear.

Meanwhile, on the distant other side of time and space.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar, as if it were about to shatter the barriers of the entire dimension.

Lin Qiye turned around abruptly, looking into the depths of the void, his expression changing drastically.

That direction... is the hospital!