Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

It was slowly spreading out, like a drop of ink falling into a clear pool.

"What is that...?" Lin Qiye's pupils contracted slightly, and a sense of unease even stronger than when he faced Thor instantly gripped his heart.

"Don't look! Speed ​​up!"

Wu Hen practically roared, grabbing Lin Qiye's head and pressing it down while slapping Sun Wukong's shoulder with his other hand.

"Brother Monkey, faster! That thing is not something we can mess with right now!"

Sun Wukong didn't waste any words; the chilling feeling he had just experienced still hadn't smoothed down his tail.

He grinned, and the somersault cloud beneath his feet seemed to be a sports car with its accelerator pressed, emitting a piercing sonic boom as it abruptly increased its speed by another gear.

The howling wind sounded like it was going to tear your eardrums apart.

None of the three spoke.

Lin Qiye gripped the edge of the cloud tightly, his mind filled with Gilgamesh's words from earlier: "Your misfortune is probably on its way too."

Thor's sudden escape was lucky, but what's next?

Given that guy's track record, this bad luck is definitely not going to be late; it'll just come in big shape.

Just then, the gray sky above suddenly darkened.

It wasn't dark clouds obscuring the sun, but rather an extremely unnatural shadow carrying an aura of destruction.

"Here you are." Wu Hen's voice sounded like he was grinding his teeth.

"I knew it, this damn exchange of equivalents never makes any sense."

Boom——!

A bolt of purplish-black lightning struck down without warning, blocking the somersault cloud's path perfectly.

"grass!"

Sun Wukong cursed and abruptly turned the cloud around.

The lightning bolt almost grazed Lin Qiye's nose as it crashed into the sea, creating a wave a hundred meters high.

"This is a lightning tribulation?!" Lin Qiye felt his hair standing on end.

"What kind of tribulation is this! This trouble was caused by that star coin!"

Wu Hen stared intently at the sky.

"The lightning that Thor missed striking has now been made up for by God! Buckle up!"

Before Lin Qiye could react, the second and third bolts of lightning followed one after another.

This isn't a mine, it's practically a precision-guided missile.

Each one predicted the trajectory of the Somersault Cloud, forcing Sun Wukong to dash around the sea like a headless fly.

"This can't go on!" Sun Wukong roared.

"My divine power is unstable right now, this cloud won't last long!"

Just then, a very incongruous booming sound suddenly mixed into the thunder.

Buzz—buzz—!

The sound was like both the roar of a wild beast and the roar of some kind of high-powered engine.

Immediately afterwards, a blindingly bright fluorescent green burst through the fog ahead.

Lin Qiye's eyes widened instantly.

That was a McLaren.

A McLaren sports car with a body that looks as if it were pieced together from countless mosaic blocks, exuding an extremely cyberpunk vibe.

Flying low over the sea, the exhaust pipe wasn't spewing out exhaust fumes, but rather a stream of garbled data.

"Holy crap?!" Wu Hen was stunned for a second.

"Is this also a mythical creature?"

squeak--!

A screeching sound of brakes echoed across the sea as the McLaren executed an extremely audacious drift.

It blocked the way ten meters in front of the Somersault Cloud, and the water it stirred up even splashed onto Sun Wukong's face.

The car doors sprang open like two knives.

A girl wearing a JK uniform and with pigtails climbed out of the car.

"Lin Qiye!! Wu Hen!! You two bastards!!"

Jinian, clutching a controller that resembled a gamepad, pointed at the two figures on the cloud and launched into a tirade of insults.

"Who gave you permission to act on your own?! Do you know how many signal sources were watching this area just now?!"

"If that lightning bolt had struck, would I be supposed to go to the bottom of the sea to retrieve your ashes?!"

Her voice trembled noticeably, and her eyes were red like a rabbit's; she was clearly furious.

"A commemoration?" Lin Qiye was somewhat bewildered.

"How did you come?"

"Am I not coming to collect your corpses?!"

Commemorating the moment when he stormed across the void in a few strides, stepping onto the somersault cloud—a unique spatial folding technique of the [Shangxie Society]—he performed a series of impressive feats.

"Do you know where this is? This is the Misty Sea! Even those with fifth-kind encounters wouldn't dare to speed around here..."

Her voice suddenly stopped.

The finger that was pointing at Lin Qiye's nose froze in mid-air as if it had Parkinson's disease.

Then, extremely slowly and stiffly, he moved toward Sun Wukong, who was standing to the side.

Although the Great Sage Equaling Heaven was in a sorry state at this moment, with his golden armor shattered,

But that indomitable spirit that emanated from his very bones...

And those eyes, even when weary, still burned with golden fire; any Chinese person would recognize them even if they were reduced to ashes.

Memorial's mouth opened into an "O" shape.

The fierce, tigress-like aura she had just exuded deflated instantly, like a punctured balloon.

Instead, there was a kind of almost stagnant confusion.

Then came a surge of ecstasy, which eventually turned into a kind of incoherent excitement.

"The...the...Great Sage?!"

The voice of remembrance instantly soared eight octaves, even sounding slightly distorted.

Sun Wukong tilted his head, looking at the girl who had suddenly appeared with an expression as if she were crazy: "You know me, Old Sun?"

"I...I know him! How could I not know him!"

Commemorating the moment when he frantically pulled a notebook from his pocket and then a pen, his movements so fast they left afterimages.

Her previous imposing manner, as if she wanted to devour Lin Qiye alive, had completely vanished.

He was holding the notebook in both hands, his waist bent at a ninety-degree angle, and his tone was as respectful as if he were paying homage to his ancestors.

"Great Sage! I'm your fan! I grew up watching your shows... no, I grew up listening to your legends!"

"Could you...could you sign your name for me? Just here! Just 'Sun' will do!"

Lin Qiye: “…”

Wu Hen: “…”

Isn't this style of art changing a bit too fast?

How did the female demon who was about to kill just now suddenly become a brainless fangirl?

Sun Wukong frowned, clearly not understanding the logic behind it.

He scratched the hair on the back of his hand, glanced at the notebook handed to him, and then at the flushed face of the memorial.

"An autograph? What's that?"

"I just want to leave behind your calligraphy!" Ji Nian's hands trembled with excitement.

"I'll just draw any circle! Really! This is my lifelong dream!"

Sun Wukong looked completely bewildered, but still took the pen.

He awkwardly squeezed it, like holding a golden cudgel, and drew a crooked peach-like shape on the notebook.

"Alright, alright, I, Old Sun, have to get going. I don't have time to waste with you here."

"Thank you, Great Sage! Thank you, Great Sage!"

He held the notebook in his arms as if it were a priceless treasure, his expression even happier than if he had won the lottery, his eyes practically overflowing with stars.

Lin Qiye covered his face, feeling a little embarrassed.

Wu Hen didn't have time to watch this star-chasing drama; his eyes were constantly scanning his surroundings warily.

That feeling of unease didn't disappear with Thor's departure; on the contrary... it grew stronger.

Just as I was commemorating the moment, I was holding the notebook and grinning foolishly.

From the depths of the distant mist, that deep mechanical hum once again echoed.

This time, the sound was louder and closer, as if it were exploding right next to my ear.

The sea, which had calmed down slightly, suddenly began to churn like boiling water.

A huge shadow was slowly rising from below the mist.

That's not a living thing.

That cold, lifeless, metallic silhouette,

Even through the mist, one could feel the oppressive aura that seemed capable of crushing everything.

Sun Wukong's previously lazy gaze instantly sharpened.

He stared at the girl who was grinning foolishly while clutching the autograph book, his nose twitching slightly as if he had smelled something extremely unusual.

"Girl."

Sun Wukong suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but with an unprecedented seriousness.

"Your smell... is a little strange."