Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Lin Qiye didn't move, and neither did Wu Hen.

Because the man in front of us was doing his final cleanup.

Gilgamesh did not turn around to look at the two people behind him.

His gaze was like two rusty iron hooks, fixedly on the group of Uruk survivors who were kneeling on the ground.

The girl named Tali was still staring at him, her stubborn gaze irritating.

"What a bunch of... mongrel monks who can't understand human language."

Gilgamesh cursed under his breath, his voice so soft it was shattered by the sandstorm.

He raised his right hand and suddenly slammed it down.

Without any warning, the cracked stone box—the [Sea-Gathering Box]—suddenly unleashed a powerful suction force.

This isn't an invitation, it's kidnapping.

The dozens of people kneeling on the ground didn't even have time to gasp in surprise.

It was pulled off the ground by that irresistible force, like dust being swept up by a vacuum cleaner.

In an instant, they transformed into streaks of light and were forcibly stuffed into that palm-sized stone box.

Clang.

The lid closed automatically, fitting perfectly.

The ruins, which had been filled with noisy cries, instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Only the wind continued to howl, swirling sand and gravel that struck Gilgamesh's magnificent yet cold golden armor, producing a fine, crisp sound.

He bent down and picked up the stone box.

The movement was slow; the fingers paused for a second on the rough texture of the box lid.

That was the last time he touched that old dream called "Uruk".

The next second, he flicked his wrist.

The stone box transformed into a dusty, parabolic arc, landing precisely in the hands of Lin Qiye, who was already waiting a hundred meters away.

"take away."

Gilgamesh turned around and waved to Lin Qiye with his back to him.

The red silk cloak fluttered behind him like a freshly cut wound.

"I'm going to kill someone, don't let these troublesome things sully my eyes."

Lin Qiye held the heavy box in his hand, and could still feel the trace of body heat remaining on it.

He glanced at the resolute golden figure, said nothing, silently put the box into his pocket, and turned to disappear into the shadows.

Some goodbyes don't need to be said.

Because that "king" no longer wants to turn back.

"Hey! Gold-plated guy, stop dawdling! Your drink will be cold by now!"

Amidst the ruins, Sun Wukong carried the iron rod that had returned to its normal size.

Squatting on a broken stone pillar, he scratched his head and urged on.

Beneath his feet, the once invincible fire god Bigil was now half-buried in the earth.

A large bump had swelled up on its head, like a rotten peach, and it was whimpering and trying to crawl out.

Gilgamesh descended through the air, each step creating a golden ripple in the air.

"Shut up, you impudent monkey."

He glanced coldly at Sun Wukong, his scarlet snake eyes already radiating a palpable killing intent.

"The one who plays with fire is yours, and the lioness who plays with guns... I will personally nail her to the pillar of shame."

Before the words were even finished, the sky split open.

There was no unnecessary chatter or probing.

The golden aura behind Gilgamesh instantly surged, covering half the sky.

This time, it was no longer a probing shot, but a true barrage of fire.

Hundreds and thousands of magical artifacts peeked out, each gleaming with a chilling light.

That was the arsenal of the oldest king, a manifestation of the original wisdom of humankind.

"go."

Gilgamesh tapped his finger lightly.

Boom boom boom boom——! ! !

Golden rain poured down.

Inanna, who was preparing to launch a sneak attack, turned pale. She swung her spear in a dense, impenetrable manner, trying to block the rain of swords.

But the [True King's Law] attached to each Noble Phantasm felt like a mountain crashing down on her wrist.

clang!clang!clang!

Sparks flew everywhere, and the tiger's mouth was split open.

"This is impossible...it's just a projection..."

Inanna screamed, her voice filled with terror, "How can there be divine power of this quality?!"

"Because I, the king, am standing here."

Gilgamesh's figure had appeared above her head without her noticing.

He held the red and black cylindrical hilt of the sword called "Ea" in his hand, his eyes indifferent like a god.

"Even a projection would be enough to crush a stink bug."

The sword of discord spun.

Space crumbled inch by inch, and a red storm mixed with chaotic energy descended upon Inanna.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

"Hehe, that's my brother, isn't he awesome?"

Seeing the commotion on Gilgamesh's side, Sun Wukong grinned, not to be outdone.

He looked down at Bijir, who was still struggling at his feet, and suddenly swung the golden cudgel in his hand in a wide arc.

"You can get down here too!"

A single blow carries immense force.

The earth roared, and a sandstorm rose hundreds of feet high.

Bijir, who was already severely injured, didn't even have time to scream.

It was smashed directly into the depths of the ground by this blow, and the ground within hundreds of meters around it collapsed into a huge crater.

At this moment, the two gods were like two lambs to the slaughter.

On the edge of the battlefield, yellow sand filled the sky.

A small, thin figure crawled on the scorching sand, like a frightened lizard.

It's the 22th.

This agent, who escaped from the hospital, no longer possessed any semblance of the dignity of a "divine agent."

His clothes were torn to shreds by the wind blades, his face was covered in blood and sand, and he was breathing heavily, like a bellows.

"We're going to die...we're going to die...these lunatics..."

As he climbed, Number 22 muttered to himself nervously.

He didn't want to fight, he didn't want to become a god, he just wanted to live.

As long as we escape this battlefield, as long as we return to the mist...

A dull bang exploded in his ears, startling him so much that he almost wet his pants.

He looked up in horror and saw a pure gold scepter deeply embedded in his head, less than half a meter away.

A fist-sized ruby ​​is set at the top of the scepter, refracting a dazzling luster in the sunlight.

That is……

Number 22's pupils suddenly contracted.

Those are from the Royal Treasury?!

He subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Although Gilgamesh had regained control of the golden vortex high in the sky, the previously collapsed corner had not been fully repaired.

As the two powerful figures clashed, the crack in the already crumbling treasure vault widened once more.

Crashing.

Another shower of garbage.

A gleaming, cold sword spun and fell.

With a soft thud, it stuck into a sand dune not far from him, the divine runes on the hilt still faintly shimmering.

"I've...I've struck it rich..."

Number 22 froze for two seconds, then an extreme greed instantly overwhelmed his fear.

This is God's treasure trove!

Pick up any item and take it out; in the misty world, you could exchange it for several lifetimes of wealth and glory!

"Mine...all mine!"

He lunged forward and grabbed the scepter.

Zhi——!

The scorching hot metal surface instantly burned his palm, emitting a burnt smell.

But he seemed oblivious to the pain, gripping it tightly and refusing to let go.

He even rubbed his blood-stained face against the gem, letting out a strange, chuckling laugh.

He crawled on his hands and feet toward the sword, not caring whether the blade was sharp or not, and hugged it to his chest.

That was the fire called ambition, which reignited in his humble eyes.

With these... with these...

Who dares to call me a rat now?!

At the farthest point of the battlefield.

The enormous mythical beast "Spinning Turtle" carried the collapsing palace on its back and slowly retreated into the depths of the mist.

On the turtle's back, two figures stood against the wind.

"Is this the true value of being the oldest king...?"

Number 04 wrapped his gray robe tighter around himself, looking at the devastating commotion in the distance, his voice hoarse.

"Luckily we ran fast, otherwise we'd probably be lying in this pit right now."

"That counterfeit product couldn't hold on any longer."

Number 03, expressionless, adjusted his monocle; a complex stream of data flashed across the lens.

"The structure of the King's Treasury is disintegrating, and that agent should be dead by now."

"What a waste of that turtle shell, I was hoping to..."

A dull yet remarkably clear impact suddenly came from inside the tortoise shell beneath their feet.

It wasn't an external explosion, but rather an explosion that came from inside the Royal Treasury, which should have been empty and was now collapsing.

Number 04's words came to an abrupt end.

He and Number 03 exchanged a glance, both seeing the look of surprise in each other's eyes.

Another sound.

It was heavier and more intense than the last one.

Even the enormous divine beast Xuan Turtle seemed to sense something, letting out a low growl of unease and stopping in its tracks.

"There are...living people inside?" Number 04 looked at the entrance beneath his feet in disbelief.

"Who else could it be but that agent who has already turned to ashes?"

Number 03 squinted, staring intently at the tightly closed bronze door that was trembling slightly.

"Do not."

His voice suddenly became somewhat playful, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

"Perhaps, something even more deadly... has awakened."