Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

"boom--!!!"

The deafening roar didn't come from the desert outside the city walls; it exploded directly into the depths of everyone's souls.

Meanwhile, on the other side of time and space, in the Gods' Mental Hospital.

All tranquility was shattered by violence at this moment.

That standalone hospital building, representing the highest level of risk, seemed to have been gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand.

Half of the wall collapsed instantly, and the rubble, carrying golden divine dust, shot out in all directions like a torrential rain.

"Heads down! Stop watching! Everyone, heads down!"

Li Yifei roared, his voice almost cracking from shouting.

He suddenly pressed down on the head of the new intern caregiver next to him, shoving him firmly into the mud behind the flower bed.

A chunk of cement, as big as a millstone, whistled past Li Yifei's scalp and slammed into the open ground behind him.

He smashed a deep hole in the originally flat lawn, and dirt splattered all over his face.

This is not a situation that ordinary people can interfere with.

In the center of the ruins, two golden figures moved so fast that their movements were completely obscured.

All that could be heard was a sickening metallic clang, a dense, continuous sound that seemed to threaten to collapse the very sky.

Each impact creates a visible ripple in the air, shattering streetlights and breaking glass in its path.

"Is that... the dean fighting?" The intern, lying in the mud, trembled, his teeth chattering.

"That's the Monkey King 'performing surgery'!"

Li Yifei wiped the dirt off his face, his eyes filled with terror, yet also with a strange excitement.

"Even if it's just physical anesthesia, this is still at the level of a god-level battle!"

"boom!"

A dull, muffled sound of flesh colliding brought an end to the continuous explosions.

Amidst the billowing dust, a figure dressed in tattered robes descended from the sky, landing heavily on the ruins.

The ground cracked, and shockwaves swept across the entire area.

When the smoke cleared, all the caregivers who hadn't run far witnessed a scene that suffocated them.

Gilgamesh, the hero-king who was usually so arrogant and claimed to possess all treasures,

He was lying face up in the pile of rubble, his magnificent golden armor tattered and worn, with a deep indentation in his chest.

The foot stepping on his chest was a cloth shoe.

Sun Wukong leaned on his golden cudgel with one hand, one end of the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff that stabilizes the sea) deeply embedded in the ground.

He held the other end casually, as if it were an ordinary fire poker.

He leaned down slightly, his golden eyes, burning with fierce fire, coldly looking down at the king at his feet.

"Are you awake?"

Sun Wukong's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chill that seeped into your bones.

Gilgamesh did not struggle.

His eyes, which had been filled with madness and turbidity, miraculously regained a sliver of clarity after this burst of violent physical damage.

He coughed up a mouthful of golden blood, and instead of anger, his swollen face curled into an extremely arrogant smile.

“A rude…wild monkey.”

【Ding--】

In the void, a crisp system notification sound rang out, audible only to core personnel like Li Yifei.

Gilgamesh's healing progress: 100%

Sun Wukong chuckled and moved his foot away.

He stopped looking at his defeated opponent on the ground and slowly straightened up.

"What bad luck."

He reached out and tugged at the yellow robe he was wearing, which was already tattered and covered in dust.

That was the "hospital gown" he had worn for a long time in the hospital, a kind of invisible constraint.

"I, Old Sun, have put up with this rag for a long time."

"Tear-!"

Without any hesitation, he exerted his strength, and the robe that symbolized conversion and restraint was instantly torn to shreds, turning into countless yellow butterflies that fluttered down.

The moment his robe shattered, a terrifying aura that had been suppressed for thousands of years erupted from his thin body like a volcanic eruption!

"Om-"

The void trembled.

Blazing crimson flames suddenly erupted around Sun Wukong, and within these flames...

A set of dazzling golden chainmail appeared inch by inch, tightly wrapping around his explosively powerful body.

The phoenix-winged purple-gold crown broke through the smoke and dust, its two long feathers fluttering in the gale.

A scarlet cloak suddenly unfurled behind him, like a battle flag soaked in blood and fire, fluttering wildly.

At that moment, the Victorious Fighting Buddha who kept chanting "Amitabha" disappeared.

Standing there is the Monkey King, who once dared to tear a hole in the sky and shatter the earth!

The overwhelming madness and wildness made Li Yifei, who was far away, feel breathless; it was an absolute crushing force from a higher level of life.

"then."

Gilgamesh on the ground suddenly raised his hand, and a dark shadow was thrown towards Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong didn't even turn his head, and caught it steadily with his backhand.

It was a broken, charred slab of clay.

It retains the oldest aura of Uruk, the true key to unlocking the "King's Treasury," and the last trump card of this hero-king.

"Don't let those bastards... use my face to do such despicable things."

Gilgamesh lay amidst the ruins, his voice weak yet still brimming with an arrogant sense of self-importance, "Go and kill them."

Sun Wukong gripped the clay tablet fragment tightly in his hand, grinning to reveal a set of gleaming white teeth.

"You don't need to tell me that."

He suddenly looked up, his sharp eyes seemingly piercing through the layers of the hospital, locking onto the distant, blood-red desert.

"I, Old Sun, am really hot-tempered right now."

The golden cudgel in his hand suddenly trembled, and the space in front of him was like a mirror, with a dark crack being smashed open by this blow!

Outside, in the ruins of Wucheng.

The wind stopped.

Tali closed her eyes, waiting in despair for death to come.

The world-destroying spear in Inanna's hand had already touched the air above her head, and its sharp edge even cut through her flowing hair.

No one can save her.

No god will come to save her.

Is this the end?

"when--!!!"

A loud metallic clang rang out half an inch above Tali's head.

Instead of the expected excruciating pain, a huge blast of air knocked her to the ground.

Tali opened her eyes in a daze.

The world seemed to stand still at that moment.

The divine spear that was about to pierce her heart was now suspended in mid-air, unable to advance an inch.

Because beneath the spear, there was a stick lying horizontally.

A stick with gold hoops at both ends and black iron in the middle.

Looking down the stick, you can see a hand covered in golden monkey fur casually holding it.

It was a figure that wasn't particularly tall, yet it stood like an insurmountable mountain between her and the terrifying goddess.

The scarlet cloak fluttered in the gale, obscuring the pale moon and the divine might that filled the sky.

The figure didn't even glance back at the mortal behind him.

He merely tilted his head slightly, his two long, purple-gold phoenix feathers sweeping through the air, his eyes burning with golden flames...

With a hint of laziness, a touch of impatience, and an almost overflowing murderous intent, he looked at the stunningly beautiful face in mid-air.

"you say……"

The voice was hoarse and deep, like a demon crawling out of hell, each word striking the hearts of everyone present.

"Who's looking for death?"