Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

"and many more."

Wu Hen suddenly spoke, his voice so tight it sounded like someone was choking him.

He suddenly reached out and pressed down on Lin Qiye's shoulder, the force so great that Lin Qiye frowned.

"What?" Lin Qiye turned his head.

"Something's wrong."

Wu Hen stared intently at the coin that was about to bounce off Gilgamesh's fingertip.

A fine layer of cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he frantically pounded his temples with his other hand.

"Something is disappearing from my mind."

"what?"

“About 'him'.” Wu Hen pointed at Gilgamesh, a rare look of panic in his eyes.

"I was trying to recall how he got into the hospital, but my mind went completely blank."

"It's like...like that sector was formatted."

Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat.

He subconsciously tried to recall Gilgamesh's medical record number in the hospital, or his usual coffee-drinking habits.

Empty.

In that instant, a tremendous panic crept up my spine.

The figure standing in front of the door is still imaged on my retina.

But in his cognitive logic, this person is rapidly becoming a "stranger" with no past and no background.

"This coin isn't going to kill me." Wu Hen gritted his teeth, his face deathly pale.

"It aims to erase 'existence'."

"It's replacing the projection of that 'golden age' with all the traces you leave in this time and space."

“Once the coin is dropped, Gilgamesh will no longer exist as a ‘patient,’ and even the memories in our minds will be wiped out.”

Gilgamesh heard the commotion behind him, but his movements did not stop for the first time.

"That's the price."

His pale finger was bent, the tip touching the edge of the coin, and his tone was as flat as if he were discussing the weather.

"A king doesn't need people to remember his weaknesses."

"It's better to forget those days when we were hiding in the hospital like rats in the gutter."

"You..." Lin Qiye was about to say something.

"Zheng——"

The crisp metallic vibrato cut off all distracting thoughts.

The coin tumbled and rose into the air, then suddenly exploded at its highest point.

There was no explosion of light, only a ring of pale blue ripples, spreading across the entire space like mercury spilling onto the ground.

That suffocating sense of "forgetfulness" vanished instantly, replaced by a terrifying pressure that made one want to kneel down.

Blue light distorts and recombines.

One foot stepped out.

It wasn't those worn-out slippers, but a pair of golden war boots engraved with intricate divine patterns.

Next came the golden armor draped in bright red silk, and that young, handsome face, yet arrogant to the extreme.

The two "Gilgamesh" figures stood face to face, less than a meter apart.

One is a soul dressed in tattered hospital gowns, covered in blood.

One was a projection, radiating golden light and at the peak of its power.

Dead silence.

Even the dust in the air seemed to be frozen by the aura of these two people.

"Humph."

The young Gilgamesh—the Hero King—lowered his eyes slightly.

His crimson snake eyes were filled with disdain as he glanced at the disheveled soul before him.

"You've gotten yourself into this mess, and I have to go through all this time to clean up your mess? How disgusting."

Gilgamesh in his soul form did not refute, but simply looked at the other party coldly: "Enough with the nonsense."

“Those bastards outside stole the key and are tearing down my back garden.”

"heard it."

The Hero King turned around casually, and in that instant, everyone who had been in the hospital corridor...

Suddenly, everything blurred before my eyes, and my vision was instantly pulled to the ruins outside.

He hovered in mid-air, arms crossed, his golden hair flying wildly in the wind.

The law of the monarch has arrived.

boom--! ! !

A beam of purple-gold light emanated from him and forcefully pierced through the heavens and earth.

In the distance, Bigil and Inanna, who were about to take advantage of the chaos, suddenly froze.

The tremor that came from the depths of their souls almost made them drop their weapons.

"This breath..."

Bigil's face, which always wore a sinister smile, twisted completely, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out.

"How is this possible?! This is... this is the divine power of the most ancient king?!"

Inanna retreated three steps, her spear emitting a mournful buzzing sound, as if she had encountered her natural enemy.

She stared intently at the radiant figure, her teeth chattering: "That's the real body?! No... no!"

"It's just a projection! But why does it feel so oppressive?!"

The initial contempt and scheming in their eyes were instantly filled with fear.

That was an instinctive reaction to seeing a predator at the top of the food chain.

On the other side of the battlefield.

Sun Wukong was carrying his golden cudgel, and his previously lazy posture finally changed at this moment.

He narrowed his sharp eyes slightly, watching the arrogant golden figure's back.

His mouth gradually widened, revealing two sharp fangs.

"Hey……"

The golden flames in the Great Sage's eyes seemed to have been doused with oil, and they shot up three zhang high in an instant.

He reached out and scratched the monkey hair on the back of his hand; the suppressed fighting spirit made his bones crack.

"That's right."

Sun Wukong chuckled, twirling the iron cudgel in his palm, creating a whistling sound.

"What was that thing just now? It felt like hitting cotton when I hit it."

"This one... is more like someone who can exchange a few blows with me, Old Sun."

midair.

The manipulated puppet "Gilgamesh" also seemed to sense the threat.

Instinctively, he raised his hand, wanting to summon the vast golden vortex behind him—the King's Treasury.

"That'smine."

The King of Heroes didn't even glance at the puppet; he simply raised his right hand naturally and as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He spread his five fingers and clenched them tightly in the void.

【The Law of the End】.

"Om-"

In that instant, the thousands of magical artifacts that were originally obeying the puppet's commands and were about to pour down like a torrential rain came to an abrupt halt in mid-air.

The simultaneous halting of thousands of divine weapons created a visually stunning effect that was breathtaking.

Immediately afterwards, all the sword tips, spearheads, and axe blades turned around in unison.

Originally facing the ground, now everything is pointing at that imposter.

"how come……"

Hiding in the shadows, Nanna coughed up a mouthful of blood. He was horrified to discover that the connection he had forcibly established through divine power had...

It was utterly crushed by an even more domineering and purer will. "Control...lost?!"

In the sky, two wills belonging to the "King" collided fiercely.

On one side is a pseudo-royalty forcibly maintained by corpses and external forces.

On one side is the True King Law, which transcends time and is at its peak.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

It was like a real dragon crushing a mudfish.

The golden vortex behind the puppet "Gilgamesh" began to tremble violently.

Then, as if it had seen its true owner, it emitted a joyful buzzing sound.

They rushed to break free from the puppet's control and converged on the true hero-king.

"Miscellaneous cultivator".

The Hero King stood surrounded by countless divine soldiers.

Looking down at the empty shell that had lost control of the treasure vault, his gaze was as cold as if he were looking at a pile of garbage.

"Using my face, playing with my toys, and you still dare to speak loudly in front of me?"

He pressed his palm down sharply.

Rumbling--

The countless magical artifacts cascaded down like a golden waterfall; it wasn't an attack, it was a judgment.

Amidst this awe-inspiring scene of thousands of soldiers paying homage, Sun Wukong did not rush to join the fun.

He slung the golden cudgel across his shoulder, and his eyes, burning with fierce flames, slowly moved away from the sky, landing in the shadow of the ruins not far away.

There, the fire god Bigil was trying to conceal himself within the flames.

Meanwhile, the goddess of war, Inanna, had already quietly gripped her spear, preparing to launch a surprise attack from the flank.

"That one in golden armor is busy cleaning up his own house..."

Sun Wukong tilted his head, and the ground beneath his feet cracked open with a spiderweb-like pattern.

He grinned at the two gods, a smile that was both ferocious and radiant.

"So, these two bastards are mine, Old Sun, to keep?"