Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Before Lin Qiye could even catch his breath, a violent and unreasonable wave of energy erupted from the spatial rift.

It wasn't divine power, nor spiritual energy; it was just pure demonic wind.

It smelled of blood, the stench of earth, and the suppressed growl of a wild beast as it was released from its cage.

"This is..." Wu Hen lay prone in the sand, not daring to lift his head, his fingers digging tightly into the sand. "Did that monkey go berserk?"

In the center of the ruins, the "Sea-Stabilizing Needle" still lies across Inanna's spear.

Sun Wukong did not move.

But his golden chainmail was trembling, each plate vibrating at a high frequency, emitting a heart-palpitating buzzing sound.

He is laughing.

That laugh rolled out from deep in his throat, like rusty gears forcibly meshing together.

“How many years have you been…”

Sun Wukong tilted his head, the golden flames in his fiery eyes seeming to ignite the air.

"For many years, no one has dared to show off like this in front of me, Old Sun."

Inanna frowned, her grip on the spear tightening slightly, as if trying to pull the weapon back.

But they found that the iron rod seemed to be welded in mid-air, not moving at all.

"Who are you?" The goddess's voice finally held a hint of seriousness. "Where did this wild god come from?"

"Wild God?"

Sun Wukong seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

He suddenly loosened his grip on the golden cudgel, and just when everyone thought he was about to withdraw his strength,

The not-so-tall figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next second, he appeared directly above Inanna.

There were no unnecessary fancy moves.

There was no chanting of incantations, no hand seals.

It's simply about raising your fist.

The hand still bore fragments of cloth from when the robe was torn, and the knuckles were thick, calloused, and covered in golden monkey hair.

"boom--!!!"

The punch didn't land on Inanna.

That punch didn't even hit anyone.

It was heading towards the "Puppet Hero King" that was hovering in the distance, still trying to devour the divine artifact.

too fast.

As Inanna approached, she suddenly felt a blur before her eyes, and a terrifying gust of wind blew her and her gun dozens of meters away.

Meanwhile, in the distance, Gilgamesh, who was greedily absorbing all the world's treasures, didn't even have time to react.

Sun Wukong's figure appeared on the puppet's head as if by teleportation.

That fist, carrying enough kinetic energy to pierce the sky, slammed into that noble golden head without any fancy moves.

"Click."

The sharp sound made everyone present's heart skip a beat.

Time seemed to be stretched at this moment.

Lin Qiye's eyes widened as he watched the arrogant puppet body suddenly freeze in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the head was smashed open like a watermelon.

It didn't explode, but rather... cracked.

Golden cracks spread rapidly across that indifferent face, like a spider web, from the point where the fist landed, covering the head of the so-called "most ancient king."

There was no blood or flesh flying.

Through those cracks shone a blinding golden light, and a kind of... buzzing sound, like a mechanical short circuit.

The battlefield fell silent in an instant.

The wind stopped, and the sound of sand hitting the ground was clearly audible.

Even the magical artifacts that were flying around in the sky fell down like kites with broken strings in that instant.

"This is...!" Wu Hen's mouth dropped open, his chin almost hitting the sand.

"Isn't this too violent? Is it some kind of physical exorcism?"

Just then, Nanna, who had been hiding in the shadows, changed her expression.

That was a terror that seeped into one's very bones.

“It’s broken…” Nanna’s lips trembled as she stared intently at the rapidly disintegrating silver thread in her palm.

"The control chain... is broken?!"

He could clearly sense that the puppet, which had once obeyed him without question and could unleash demigod-like combat power even as a mere corpse,

He completely lost control after that punch.

It's like a finely tuned machine whose motherboard was smashed by a hammer.

The fear of losing control of the situation was like ice water poured over my head and down to my toes.

Cold sweat trickled down his temples and dripped into his collar, chilling him to the bone.

If I don't run... I'll die.

The thought had barely crossed her mind when Nanna forcefully suppressed it.

run? Where to run?

This strange monkey, which appeared out of nowhere, not only shattered the control chain with its punch, but also locked down the surrounding space.

"Om-"

Just when the outside world was completely silent, a buzzing sound suddenly rang in Lin Qiye's mind.

This isn't a system notification; it's an alert from the Gods Mental Hospital.

It felt like someone had sounded an air raid siren in your head.

"Oh no!" Lin Qiye's face paled, and he grabbed Wu Hen, who was still watching the show. "Snap out of it! Something's happened at the hospital!"

Before Wu Hen could react, their consciousnesses were forcibly pulled into the mental world by an invisible force.

The view shifted, and instead of the endless yellow sand, it was that familiar, oppressive hospital building.

But at this moment, the atmosphere in the hospital was eerily unsettling.

The door to Gilgamesh's intensive care unit was wide open.

The man who had been thoroughly beaten by Sun Wukong and was now lying flat on the floor was standing at the door of the ward.

His wounds had not yet healed; his chest was sunken, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his magnificent armor was tattered.

But he stood very straight.

That kind of straightforwardness isn't a deliberate, affected way of puffing out one's chest and raising one's head; rather, it's an arrogance that comes from the very core of one's being.

His eyes were closed, his brows furrowed, as if he were having a long and painful dream.

Under the watchful eyes of Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, those eyes opened without warning.

brush--!

What kind of eyes are those?

In the scarlet vertical pupils, the turbidity, madness, and chaos of the past vanished as quickly as the receding tide.

Instead, there was a bottomless, clear sky.

That clear and bright atmosphere carried a chill that could freeze the soul.

It's like a lion that has been sleeping for a thousand years, suddenly being kicked awake, and is full of morning grumpiness.

"call……"

Gilgamesh let out a long breath.

As he exhaled, the air temperature in the entire corridor dropped several degrees.

He raised his hand and, with a hint of disdain, patted off non-existent dust from his shoulder.

His movements were as elegant as if he were attending a dinner party, not as if he had just been beaten up.

【Ding--】

Gilgamesh's healing progress: 59%

[WARNING! The patient's emotional state is extremely unstable! WARNING!]

Red system pop-ups flashed wildly in Lin Qiye's eyes, but he couldn't care less.

Because that man looked over there.

Those gazes were like two knives, piercing directly into Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

"It's you..." Gilgamesh's voice was hoarse, with a metallic quality, "or is it you?"

Wu Hen swallowed hard and subconsciously shrank behind Lin Qiye: "That look... something's not right. This isn't the look a madman should have."

"I don't care who you are."

Gilgamesh completely ignored Wu Hen's little tricks and took a step forward.

As this step was taken, the entire hospital seemed to sway.

"Open the door."

Only four words.

There is no room for doubt, and no rebuttal will be accepted.

That is an absolute command from a superior to a subordinate.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, suppressing the pounding in his heart, and was about to say something like "the patient hasn't met the discharge criteria yet" as a formality.

"I want to go out."

Gilgamesh spoke again, interrupting Lin Qiye before he could finish speaking.

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the hospital ceiling, through the endless void.

They saw the "self" in the outside world being treated like a puppet.

"Some people... are tired of living."

Before he could finish speaking, a terrifying shockwave erupted from his body.

Lin Qiye's pupils shrank suddenly.

wrong!

This is not just the clarity brought about by the improvement in treatment progress.

Deep within Gilgamesh's shattered divine essence, there seemed to be another consciousness, something even more ancient and tyrannical.

He slowly awoke through the crack created by that punch.

That thing...

Lin Qiye's heart pounded wildly, and an extremely dangerous intuition sent chills down his spine.

That's not Gilgamesh.

That is……

"Step aside."

Gilgamesh didn't look at them again and walked straight towards the door leading to the outside world.

With each step he took, the decaying aura emanating from him faded a little, while his domineering aura of ruling the world intensified.

He paused slightly as he reached the gate, turning his head to the side, a hint of mockery flashing in his scarlet snake eyes.

"What? Haven't you seen enough yet?"

He was referring to the farce unfolding outside.

"Since that wild monkey helped me smash that shell..."

Gilgamesh's lips curled into a cruel smile, the expression of a hunter seeing his prey fall into his trap.

"Then I will personally go and collect this interest."