Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The cloud seemed to have been kicked hard, and the violent shaking almost threw the group into the sea.

Sun Wukong grumbled as he steadied himself, but Lin Qiye paid no heed.

Zuo Qing's voice, coming through the pixelated walkie-talkie, felt like an ice pick piercing his brain.

"...The core material of that ritual is the heartwood of the Asgardian tree, plus the divinity accumulated over the past hundred years."

Zuo Qing's voice grew increasingly deep, each word like a stone striking the ground.

"Loki is going to sacrifice the very foundation of Asgard in order to forcefully break through the threshold of 'Supreme'."

"madman."

Wu Hen spat, his face unusually devoid of that nonchalant smile.

"That's the World Tree. It's like tearing down your own load-bearing wall to burn for warmth."

“If he succeeds, Asgard will be destroyed, and as the only supreme god, he will turn it into his private purgatory.”

"Not just Asgard."

Zuo Qing interrupted,

"Daxia is right next door."

"Once the balance is broken and a war of gods breaks out, we will not be able to remain unaffected."

"He must be stopped."

"How to stop it?"

Lin Qiye countered with a rapid-fire question.

"Asgard has sealed off all entrances. Even Thor escaped. How are we supposed to get in?"

"Even if we get in, that's Loki's territory. The current hospital isn't capable of directly confronting a near-Supreme God."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"The Shangxie Society has investigated."

Ji Nian chimed in from the side, still clutching that precious autographed book tightly in her hand.

"All spatial nodes leading to Asgard are sealed off, and even with our most advanced warp technology, the success rate is zero."

"unless……"

"Unless what?"

"Unless there is a God-King level power providing internal support, or... there is a 'key' that can ignore the rules of space."

The air seemed to freeze.

The sea breeze howled, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in everyone's hearts.

The road is blocked; it's practically a dead end.

Just then, Lin Qiye seemed to suddenly remember something, and his hand subconsciously reached into his chest.

The cool, metallic touch seeped through the fabric, making his heart skip a beat.

“Ignoring the rules…”

He muttered to himself, slowly reaching into his robes and pulling out the thing Gilgamesh had just forced on him.

It was a cup.

Crafted in gold, with a ring of dazzling rubies inlaid around the edge.

It exuded an eerie and ancient aura under the dim sky.

"what is this?"

In remembrance of eyes wide open,

"This is the gold-plated leather suit... cough, the one that king gave you?"

"The Holy Grail".

Lin Qiye's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"The legendary wish-granting machine that can grant wishes."

"Although Gilgamesh said that this thing is mainly used to store magic, its essence is the embodiment of 'miracles'."

"If it is it..."

Wu Hen's eyes lit up instantly, a shrewd glint flashing across his face like that of a cunning old fox: "You mean, use this thing to make a wish? To have it send us in?"

"Not only that." Lin Qiye stared at the golden cup in his hand, a hint of struggle flashing in his eyes.

"If we have enough offerings, perhaps we can just wish for... for Loki to die?"

Upon hearing this, even Sun Wukong turned to look at him.

"This cup is quite interesting; it has an unpleasant causal smell inside."

The monkey pouted.

"But you want to use it to kill a quasi-god king? Kid, don't even dream about it."

"It's already good enough that this kind of foreign thing can change the rules. You can't afford the price to directly eliminate an existence of this level."

"You might not even kill Loki before you're drained dry yourself."

Lin Qiye's hand trembled slightly.

Monkey King is right; such "shortcuts" are often riddled with landmines.

"Seven Nights, don't be impulsive."

Zuo Qing's voice came through the walkie-talkie, indicating that he had also heard their conversation.

"Our goal is to break the deadlock strategically, not to launch a suicide attack."

"If this Holy Grail really works, treat it as a key."

"As long as we can get in, the rest is up to us."

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the temptation to solve the problem once and for all.

He looked at the Holy Grail in his hand, feeling its weight.

It wasn't just the weight, but the suffocating feeling of about to bear the fate of the entire Great Xia Dynasty on one's shoulders.

"Then we'll just use it to open the door." Lin Qiye gripped the cup tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"I will find a way to infiltrate Asgard."

"One more thing."

Zuo Qing's voice suddenly lowered, carrying an extremely rare hesitation.

"If... I mean if, you successfully infiltrated."

"There is a person, or rather a god, whom you might be able to make contact with."

"Who?"

"The Goddess of the Future, Skadi."

Lin Qiye was taken aback, and information about Norse mythology flashed through his mind.

One of the three Norn goddesses, a being who governs the future.

"Why are you looking for her?" Wu Hen frowned.

"These prophetic goddesses are usually riddle tellers and are the most difficult to deal with."

"Because she is the only god who could possibly control the laws of time reversal."

Zuo Qing paused for a moment, then dropped a bombshell.

"Based on the Night's Watch's top-secret files, if there is anyone in this world who can awaken Garan and repair her broken soul, it can only be Skadi."

Lin Qiye's breath caught in his throat.

Garan.

That name was like a thorn, always stuck in the softest part of his heart.

His hand trembled violently, and he almost dropped the walkie-talkie.

The weariness and hesitation in his eyes were instantly replaced by a kind of almost obsessive fervor.

But the next second, he forcibly pushed him back into the abyss.

He understood all too well the principle that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

But just like a drowning person grasping at a straw.

"I see."

Lin Qiye closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all that remained in his eyes was a deathly stillness and unwavering determination, like a deep pool.

"There's no escaping this trip to Asgard."

Shila-

Just then, a sharp crackling sound suddenly came from the walkie-talkie, as if it had been subjected to strong magnetic interference.

Before Zuo Qing could finish his last words of advice, his voice was completely drowned out by a chaotic cacophony.

Communication was lost.

Lin Qiye put down the walkie-talkie and looked at the vast sea and the churning fog.

It felt like a door behind me had been completely closed, leaving only a single-plank bridge stretching out in front of me with no end in sight.

"Alright, stop making that sour face."

Wu Hen suddenly patted Lin Qiye on the shoulder, his tone casually irritating.

"Now that we've found the path, let's keep going."

"Anyway, this isn't the first time we've done something like pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth."

"What do you think? In memory of my dear sister?"

As he spoke, he gestured to the side with his chin.

Lin Qiye turned his head and saw Ji Nian proudly tucking the autographed book into the closest place on his body.

Then he casually lay down in the middle of the somersault cloud, striking an extremely comfortable "Ge You slouch".

"That is."

He blew on his bangs, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"Since we're going to infiltrate, how can we do without a guide? I'm a professional."