Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Before the golden iron rod was fully raised, the black oil on the ground twitched violently, like a scalded maggot.

"Pooh."

Sun Wukong spat out the peach pit he had chewed, which landed squarely on the newly formed, charred palm.

"Go back and lie down."

There were no fancy lights or shadows, and the iron rod didn't even grow bigger; it simply jabbed downwards.

puff.

It's like piercing a piece of rotten tofu with chopsticks.

The black, viscous mass that was trying to resurrect itself didn't even let out a scream.

In an instant, it exploded into a lifeless puddle of mud under the enormous impact.

The last vestige of divinity of the god of fire, Bissil, was shattered by this blow, leaving not even a trace.

Sun Wukong kicked the black mud on the ground, hoisted the golden cudgel onto his shoulder, and his originally straight back slumped slightly.

He rubbed his temples hard, and his eyes, which always burned with golden fire, revealed a rare deep weariness.

"How annoying," the monkey muttered.

"They just keep coming after we defeat one wave. Are these gods reincarnated cockroaches?"

"Thanks."

A deep voice was carried by the wind.

Gilgamesh stood atop the crumbling ruins of the treasure vault.

The golden armor on his body began to dissipate like quicksand, revealing the translucent spirit beneath.

He didn't look at Sun Wukong, but stared at the pool of black mud with a complicated expression.

"Don't give me that crap, you gold-plated thing." Sun Wukong picked at his ear, looking impatient.

"I, Old Sun, just had an itchy hand and casually swatted a fly. It has nothing to do with you."

"Hmph." Gilgamesh's lips twitched, as if he wanted to curse, but he ultimately held back.

He turned around, and for the first time, his haughty chin softened slightly.

"Although you are an uncivilized beast, when it comes to protecting your own... you are a qualified king."

"Try swearing again?" Sun Wukong bared his teeth.

Gilgamesh ignored him and turned his gaze to the stone box that Lin Qiye was holding tightly in his arms.

"Take them away." Gilgamesh's voice grew softer and softer, and his body began to turn transparent.

"That's Uruk's last... dignity. Don't lose it, you bastard."

Lin Qiye hugged the box tightly and nodded: "Don't worry."

"gone."

Gilgamesh took one last look at the world, his eyes filled with lingering affection, but even more so with a sense of relief after being relieved of a heavy burden.

Wow.

The golden light shattered.

That once invincible hero-king vanished completely into thin air, leaving behind only rubble and smoke.

"He is a respectable person."

Wu Hen, who had been silent until now, stepped forward, kicking aside a broken brick blocking his path with his toe, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

"Unfortunately, being respectable can't save a life."

"The situation is worse now than it was before."

"You felt it?" Lin Qiye slung the stone box behind his back, his hand already reaching for the straight sword at his waist.

"Nonsense, I'm not blind." Wu Hen sneered, pointing to the sky.

"The power of the Six Paths has blocked off all directions."

"We're making dumplings."

"Where did this come from?" Sun Wukong frowned and gripped his staff tighter.

"Who else could it be but those northern barbarians wielding hammers and lightning bolts?"

Wu Hen spoke very quickly, "Sol didn't show up earlier because he was waiting for this moment. This is called striking while the iron is hot."

The voice just fell.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck without warning fifty meters in front of the three, creating a deep crater.

As the smoke cleared, Thor, carrying his famous hammer Mjolnir, hovered in mid-air with three Asgardian gods.

That sense of oppression was truly at the level of a supreme deity.

"Can you escape?" Thor's voice was like rolling thunder, making people's eardrums hurt.

Lin Qiye's body tensed, while Wu Hen narrowed his eyes, calculating where their only way out lay.

Sun Wukong slammed his staff on the ground, about to open his mouth to curse.

Sudden.

Thor's raised hammer froze in mid-air.

Thor's gaze swept past Lin Qiye and the other two.

Looking at the eerily calm sea in the distance, his previously arrogant face instantly turned deathly pale.

"Walk."

Saul practically spat out the word through gritted teeth.

"What?" The god beside him was stunned.

"Lord Thor, they are at their last gasp. That monkey's divine power is exhausted, and the treasure is in the hands of that mortal—"

"I said let's go!!"

Thor roared, and before his companions could even react, he turned and transformed into a bolt of lightning, rushing towards the sky as if fleeing for his life.

The remaining three gods looked at each other, not understanding what had happened.

But seeing that the leader was running faster than a rabbit, they all hurriedly turned around and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

There was dead silence on the battlefield.

"This..." Lin Qiye was stunned. "Are they out of their minds?"

"Do not."

Wu Hen's face was even more ashen than before. He stared intently in the opposite direction Thor had fled, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"They were scared away."

"It's even more terrifying than facing that monkey... I can't stay here!"

"Somersault Cloud!!"

Sun Wukong clearly sensed something was wrong and let out a loud shout.

A white rainbow descended from the sky.

"Get in! Quickly!"

The three of them didn't care about their appearance at all and jumped directly onto the cloud.

The somersault cloud let out a sharp bang and carried the three of them as they fled frantically along the sea surface.

The wind howled, and the scenery rushed past.

It wasn't until they had flown dozens of miles away that Sun Wukong looked back.

"Strange, what are those guys with hammers afraid of?"

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen also turned around.

In the distance, near the island that had just experienced a great battle, the sea was as calm as a deep blue mirror.

There was no wind, no waves.

But beneath that mirror-like image, a ring of pale purple ripples...