Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The pressure of that "king" made Lin Qiye's knees buckle slightly.

It's not a physical heaviness, but a suffocating feeling at some level of rules.

The dial pointer was stuck on the black and red squares, and an extremely domineering wave swept across the entire hospital lobby in an instant.

The swirling mist seemed to have been forcefully pressed back to the floor by an invisible hand, and even the dust in the air seemed to freeze.

【The Law of the End】.

Lin Qiye stared at those four words, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

Wherever the king's laws extend, all laws are prohibited.

This isn't a cannonball meant to shatter the enemy; it's a decree to directly cripple the opponent.

As long as one has enough mental strength, even gods have to come down and fight in this realm.

"This is... the trump card of that gold-plated leather?"

Wu Hen leaned closer, wanting to reach out and touch the ball of light, but his hand was repelled by an invisible repulsive force halfway out, leaving his fingertips numb.

"strong enough."

"If you use this thing properly, anyone who dares to unleash a powerful attack in front of you will be silenced with a single slap."

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to roar to the sky.

My heart was beating incredibly fast.

With this, even facing Thor with his hammer,

As long as the other party dares to step into his domain of authority, Thor becomes a burly man wielding a hammer.

"Don't be too happy too soon."

Gilgamesh's indifferent voice drifted from the darkness, carrying a chilling aura as if he had seen through the end.

"This thing consumes mental energy like it's water. Right now, you'll only last three seconds at most."

"Three seconds is enough to kill a lot of people."

Lin Qiye ignored his comment, and with a flick of his wrist, the ball of black and red light disappeared into his palm.

This kind of life-saving weapon is more useful to keep hidden than to reveal.

"Come again."

Lin Qiye didn't stop, but turned to look at the still golden monkey hair turntable next to him.

I used up all my luck in the last round. This time, I'm not hoping for anything like "Heaven and Earth Formation," just something practical will do.

Click.

Press the start button.

The wheel spun wildly, and after a few seconds, the pointer slowly swung past the [Somersault Cloud].

It swayed past the "Sea-Stabilizing Needle" and finally stopped at a very narrow, almost invisible gap.

There was no dazzling golden light, nor did the sky collapse or the earth split open.

Three withered, yellow monkey hairs floated lightly into his palm.

"..."

Wu Hen's lips twitched slightly: "Does this monkey need Pantene? Why is it shedding so much fur?"

Lin Qiye pinched the three hairs that were as hard as steel needles, and the disappointment that had just appeared in his eyes was extinguished.

A life-saving hair.

The last trump card Guanyin gave to the monkey in Journey to the West.

In this god-filled, ancient place where gods fly and ancient spirits resurrect, he has plenty of ways to attack, but this thing is like having three extra lives.

"Not a loss." Lin Qiye carefully put the hair into his bosom and put it close to his body.

Just then, two streaks of light shot out from Gilgamesh's cell.

Lin Qiye subconsciously raised his hand to catch it.

In his left hand was a gold cup studded with rubies, and in his right hand was an antique coin that had turned somewhat black.

【Holy Grail】.

【Pentacle】

"What is this?" Lin Qiye frowned as he looked into the depths of darkness.

This guy used to be so stingy he wouldn't even give me a broken knife, what's gotten into him today? Is this some kind of clearance sale?

"Keep it safe for me."

Gilgamesh's voice sounded a bit... weak.

It's not the exhaustion of divine power, but a kind of guilty conscience like being afraid of ghosts knocking on the door after doing something wrong.

"That cup can hold infinite magic, and that coin can reverse cause and effect."

Gilgamesh paused, his scarlet serpentine eyes darting around, not daring to look directly into Lin Qiye's eyes.

"Just now... I used that coin to prevent this projection from dissipating."

Lin Qiye abruptly stopped playing with the coin.

A very ominous premonition crept up my spine.

What will happen if I use it?

"Star coins follow the principle of equivalent exchange."

Gilgamesh coughed, the sound growing softer and softer.

"It just gave me good luck, allowing me to withstand the backlash from the rules. Now... I'll have to pay the price."

"What price?" Wu Hen also sensed something was wrong and took a step back.

"doom."

Gilgamesh spoke very quickly.

“Since you are the dean and I am the patient, then theoretically, we share these causal side effects.”

Dead silence.

The entire hospital lobby was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Lin Qiye looked at the dark coin in his hand as if it were a grenade with the pin pulled.

"you……"

Lin Qiye had just opened his mouth to utter a single word, before he even had a chance to curse.

Sudden.

"Ouch!"

A scream came from deep within the ward.

Then came a series of clanging and banging noises, like some kind of metal frame collapsing.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance, and then rushed to the door of the ward at the same time.

The Hero King, who was usually so arrogant and always called himself a "bastard," was now sitting on the ground in a sorry state.

A large black pot was placed squarely on his head.

It's still steaming.

It was a really hot pot; there were even a few uncooked noodles stuck to the bottom.

"Where the hell did this pot come from?!" Wu Hen's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

This is a mental hospital, not the kitchen of New Oriental!

Gilgamesh, his hands trembling, removed the pot from his head.

His once outrageously handsome face now had two large, red circles burned into it, making him look like a comical clown.

"This is... the price."

Gilgamesh gritted his teeth, but deep in his eyes lay a profound fear.

"Don't just stand there... this is only the beginning."

"This bad luck is on a god-like level; the pot is just an appetizer."

He raised his head and stared intently at Lin Qiye, his eyes filled with a mixture of schadenfreude and sympathy.

"You rascal, go out and watch the road."

"Your share... should be on its way too."

Lin Qiye felt a chill run down the back of his head.

Without saying a word, he pulled Wu Hen out of the consciousness space.

Can't stay here any longer.

But when he opened his eyes again, back in the real world where the sea wind howled,

The somersault cloud beneath my feet, which had been flying steadily, suddenly twitched inexplicably.