Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Before the golden cudgel could even fall, a dark, fleshy ball rolled out of the sandstorm in the distance.

On the 22nd, he felt like his lungs were full of sand and grit, and every breath felt like swallowing razor blades.

He used both hands and feet, like a cockroach that had just crawled out of a frying pan, desperately trying to squeeze into the huge shadow of the mythical beast Xuan Turtle.

The golden scepter in his arms pressed firmly against his ribs.

But he dared not let go, even though the intense heat on it was still scalding his skin.

"Want to run?"

A cold snort struck him like a heavy hammer blow to the top of his head.

Before Number 22 could react, a gray boot stepped directly on his back.

The immense force slammed him into the sand, and the precious sword he had just picked up, barely warmed up, clattered to the ground.

"Don't... don't kill me!"

Number 22 screamed, but its hands clutched its chest tightly—a rat's instinct to protect its food.

"I'm one of us! I'm..."

"Who says you're one of our own?"

Number 04 rubbed the sole of his foot in disgust, as if he had stepped on a lump of rotten flesh.

He bent down, but before his fingertips even touched number 22's collar, the strong smell of blood and burnt flesh made him frown.

Number 03 next to him adjusted his monocle, his gaze not falling on the scattered Noble Phantasms.

Instead, they dissected the extremely unnatural chest-protecting gesture of number 22 like a scalpel.

"The divine beast's interior collapsed, and even you, as its core, escaped like a dead dog. Inside..."

Number 03's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine: "What exactly happened?"

Number 22's eyes darted around.

He could sense the murderous intent of the two Olympian gods.

If he were to say that the place was empty at this point, those two would definitely kill him to silence him.

If that were Gilgamesh... he certainly wouldn't be able to keep the scepter in his arms.

Boom——!

Just then, another muffled thud came from inside the crumbling Azure Cloud Palace, as if some enormous creature was crashing into the cage.

opportunity.

Number 22 suddenly raised his head, a horrified and distorted expression on his blood-stained face: "It's the Sumerians! The ancient Sumerian gods are hidden inside!"

"They're manipulating the treasure vault... That Hero King is just a decoy; the real monster is inside the tortoise shell!"

Number 03 and Number 04's expressions changed drastically.

If it is the resurgence of an ancient god, then all the previous abnormal phenomena of the treasure vault going out of control and the divine power flowing back can be explained.

Taking advantage of the moment when the two were distracted, Number 22 curled up even tighter.

Hidden beneath the pile of tattered clothes, a quick smirk appeared on his lips, and a sly glint of triumph flashed in his cloudy little eyes.

idiot.

Since you like to guess, then go ahead and die.

"The ancient Sumerian gods..."

Number 04 subconsciously loosened his foot, his gaze filled with surprise and uncertainty as he looked at the tightly closed gate of Qingyun Palace.

"Could it be that the previous eruption of divine power was actually..."

Before the words were finished, the sky darkened.

It wasn't because of the clouds obscuring the view, but because of four immense, suffocating divine pressures.

Like four pillars supporting the sky, they crashed onto the sea surface without warning.

sizzle.

The eerie crackling sound of static electricity in the air caused a crack to instantly appear on Number 03's monocle.

He turned around abruptly, his pupils dilating in shock.

East, South, West, North.

Four figures from four directions locked them, along with the enormous divine beast Xuan Turtle, firmly in the center.

Lightning churned in the clouds, and the phantom of a gigantic warhammer slowly emerged in the east, a symbol of Asgard's savagery and dominance.

Thor, clad in lightning armor, stood on the void, his blue eyes showing no pity, only the indifference of a hunter looking at a trapped beast.

Beside him, the other three Asgardian gods were also at full power, their divine weapons already poised to be unleashed.

"The mantis stalks the cicada."

Thor's voice boomed down with the sound of thunder, "Did you really think we Asgardians would just stand by and do nothing?"

The data stream of number 03 became completely disordered at this moment.

He leaned against the collapsing royal tortoise, surrounded by powerful enemies in front of him.

Behind him was an "unknown ancient Sumerian god," and cold sweat silently trickled down his temples.

Desperate situation.

This was a meticulously planned hunt, and they, the hunters, became the hunted.

In this tense and deathly silence, a red light suddenly appeared on the other side of the battlefield.

It was an extremely thin, extremely fast, and extremely pure red line.

It silently sliced ​​through the endless yellow sand, cut through the chaotic flow of divine power, and also cut through the divine barrier that the moon goddess Nanna was so proud of.

There was no spectacular explosion, only a soft "pfft".

Nanna's face, etched with disbelief, along with his noble head,

Like a discarded ball, it flew high into the air, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

The headless divine body swayed twice before kneeling upright in the ruins.

Gilgamesh didn't even glance at the corpse.

The sword Ea in his hand slowly stopped spinning, and his scarlet serpentine eyes showed no joy of victory.

Instead, he suddenly froze, staring intently into the depths of the collapsing Qingyun Palace.

The lie told by number 22 may have fooled the gods of Olympus, but it couldn't fool him, the owner of the treasure vault.

There are no Sumerian gods there.

but……

A deep, muffled heartbeat, penetrating the shattered space and the heavy tortoise shell, clearly reached the eardrums of every powerful individual present.

That wasn't a human heartbeat; the sound was so heavy it felt like the earth's crust throbbing.

Each beat carries an ancient rhythm that sends shivers down your spine.

The whole audience suddenly fell silent.

Even Sun Wukong, who was playing with fire over there, and Thor, who had just arrived, froze for a moment.

Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes, a bloodthirsty smile curving his lips—the excitement of having met a true opponent.

"That's right..." he muttered to himself, the Ea sword in his hand humming once more.

"Has the real prey finally decided to wake up?"

At the edge of the battlefield, Sun Wukong picked at his ear, seemingly impatient with the heartbeat.

He casually slung the golden cudgel over his shoulder, his fiery eyes scanning the chaotic crowd.

It locked onto Vulcan Bigil, who was still trying to play dead not far away.

"This is getting more and more exciting."

The monkey grinned, revealing two sharp fangs, its body slightly hunched, like a fully drawn bow.

"Before that big guy comes out... let's swat these annoying flies."