Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Ji Nian paused for a moment, then looked down and sniffed her cuffs, looking bewildered: "Strange? No, I just washed these clothes yesterday."

"I'm still using that fabric softener called 'Spring Sunshine'... Oh, Great Sage, don't scare me, are you annoyed by me?"

Seeing that Sun Wukong didn't respond, she assumed that he was just aloof.

He pursed his lips, stuffed the autograph book back into his arms, lay down on the somersault cloud, and crossed his legs higher than anyone else.

"Alright, stop making that face."

Ji Jin waved to Wu Hen, who was standing nearby looking wary.

"That was an accident. The lightning tribulation is God's business, but my 'concealment field' is real cutting-edge technology."

"Don't even mention that big oaf Thor, even if that old man Odin were to be resurrected,"

"As long as I don't actively jump out, they won't be able to find us even if they stare with their eyes wide open."

"Are you sure?" Wu Hen's eyelids twitched. This was set too perfectly, so perfectly that it made him uneasy.

"Nonsense, when have I ever messed up?"

Ji Nian snorted and casually tidied her pigtails, which had been ruffled by the wind.

"This is the Shangxie Society's most treasured technology, specifically designed to target the blind spots of divine power fluctuations."

"We are just a drop of water in the ocean. Unless they boil the ocean dry, otherwise..."

The words have not yet fallen.

The gray sky above looked as if someone had slashed it open with a knife.

Without any warning, four terrifyingly thick beams of light crashed down, instantly evaporating the churning mist around them.

That domineering and tyrannical divine power was completely unreasonable, like four mountains slamming directly onto your forehead.

Just moments ago, Jinian was lying on the cloud, gloating, but now, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she sprang up into the air.

"What the hell?!"

Her eyes widened as she stared at the figure slowly emerging from the four pillars of light. Her face turned deathly pale, and her lips trembled.

"This...how is this possible? My force field is clearly still at full power..."

"Shut up!"

Wu Hen moved almost reflexively.

He grabbed the still-dazed Lin Qiye, his movements so fast that only a blur could be seen.

There's no time to run now; the only way to survive is to act.

"Masks! Quickly!"

Wu Hen hissed in a low voice, pulled out two masks as thin as cicada wings from his pocket, slapped one on his own face, and shoved the other into Lin Qiye's hand.

That was Miles in disguise.

Lin Qiye reacted extremely quickly. The moment he took the mask and put it on his face, his aura changed abruptly.

The sharp edge that originally belonged to the Night Watchmen instantly vanished.

Instead, there was a murky, aged, and mysterious atmosphere of decay.

That's the scent of a prophetic deity.

The two transformed almost instantly into two elderly men dressed in gray robes with hunched backs.

But trouble lies ahead.

Jinian is an ordinary person; she has no divine power, nor does she possess such a high-level disguise.

Under the watchful eyes of four god-like figures, she was like a naked clown standing under a spotlight, glaringly conspicuous.

Wu Hen's heart pounded, and his palms were covered in cold sweat.

It's over now.

This woman is a sitting duck; as long as those gods aren't blind, they can tell at a glance that she's a Great Xia person.

If she is exposed, all the actions he and Lin Qiye just took will have been for nothing.

"Who's that up ahead?!"

A thunderous roar erupted.

Thor, carrying Mjolnir and his body crackling with electricity, strode out of the pillar of light.

His red hair was like a burning flame, and the fierce aura on his face could be felt even from dozens of meters away.

Behind him, Tyr stood with his one arm, sword in hand, expressionless.

Hoddle had his eyes closed, his aura chilling.

Veda, clad in armor woven from green leaves, stood as silent as a mountain.

Four gods.

They are all pillars of Asgard.

This lineup is so bad that they could be overwhelmed even by a single spit from each of them, let alone fight them.

The memorial stood frozen in place, its legs trembling.

He looked pleadingly at Wu Hen and Lin Qiye, who had turned into old men.

He made a "clucking" sound in his throat, but couldn't utter a single word.

It’s over.

With only this one thought in his mind, Wu Hen clutched a teleportation talisman in his hand, a talisman meant to save his life.

Although I know it's probably useless against these freaks, it's still better than waiting to die.

Just as Thor raised his hammer, ready to deliver a devastating blow to the three suspicious-looking men.

A slender hand suddenly pressed down on Thor's wrist.

"Wait a minute."

A man wearing a dark purple suit and gold-rimmed glasses walked out from behind the Four Gods.

He held a pocket watch in his hand, a smile on his face that was hard to decipher.

22 number.

That traitor from Great Xia, now a rising star in Asgard.

Wu Hen's heart jumped into his throat.

If this guy were to open up and expose them, they would really be done for today.

He stared intently at number 22's mouth, ready to fight to the death.

However, Number 22's gaze swept over Wu Hen and Lin Qiye.

His gaze lingered on the trembling memorial for half a second, and the smile on his lips suddenly deepened.

"Thor, don't be impulsive."

Number 22 adjusted his glasses, speaking in a relaxed tone as if introducing a few old friends.

“This is not a rat, this is a distinguished guest.”

Thor frowned, the lightning in his hand still crackling: "Distinguished guests? Three guys whose divine power fluctuations are barely worth a second?"

"You can't tell a person by his appearance."

Number 22 walked up to Thor, blocking his aggressive gaze.

Turning to look at Wu Hen, who was disguised as an old man, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"This is none other than the famous prophet, Merlin's agent—Mr. Miles."

what? !

Wu Hen was stunned and almost lost control of his expression.

Merlin? Agent?

Is this guy helping them cover up their lies?

Not only Wu Hen, but Lin Qiye next to him was also completely dumbfounded.

But beneath the mask, he only slightly hunched his back, making him appear even more unfathomable.

"Merlin?"

Thor's volatile expression instantly subsided, even showing a hint of apprehension.

"That old charlatan from the Celtic pantheon? What's he doing sending people here?"

"They probably foresaw His Majesty Odin's demise and sent people to offer their condolences, and incidentally..."

Number 22 gave Wu Hen a meaningful look and said, "Send over some news about the 'future'."

“After all, when it comes to manipulating timelines, no one is better than that old guy, right, Mr. Miles?”

The ladder was handed down too smoothly.

Wu Hen's mind raced; he immediately lowered his voice and imitated an old and hoarse tone.

He also added a touch of the arrogance typical of charlatans: "Ahem... Lord Merlin has indeed known everything all along."

"The changes in Asgard deeply saddened him."

As he spoke, he sighed in an extremely pretentious manner and casually drew a nonsensical symbol in the air.

Thor looked them over suspiciously, his gaze settling on the flawless grey robe.

He glanced at the man next to him, who was dressed strangely but was clearly a follower, and finally snorted coldly before putting down the hammer.

"Since you're one of Merlin's men, then come with me." Thor's tone was firm.

“Loki is exactly in need of this kind of eccentric guy right now. But if I find out you guys are liars…”

He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking like popping beans.

"I will smash your bones one by one."

The crisis is temporarily over.

The other three gods also withdrew their murderous gazes, especially the blind Hoddle.

He seemed particularly sensitive to words like "prophecy," tilting his head as if sensing something.

Wu Hen secretly breathed a sigh of relief; the back of his clothes was already soaked.

But before he could even feel relieved, he felt a gaze like a needle pricking his face.

Number 22 was standing behind Thor, hands behind his back, smiling at him.

There was no kindness in his eyes, only a playful, cat-and-mouse-like look.

His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out, yet Wu Hen understood the shape of his mouth:

You owe me one.

Wu Hen felt a chill run down his spine.

The madman recognized them, and not only that, he took advantage of the situation and put them on the hot seat.

What kind of bullshit agents are these? They're sending them straight into Loki's den of wolves!

"Let's go, distinguished guests."

Number 22 turned to the side and made a "please" gesture, her movements as elegant as a butler's.

But the chill in those eyes was even more terrifying than the lightning tribulation just now.

Just as Wu Hen was about to take a step, an even heavier, blood-stained pressure suddenly swept in from the side.

Tyr, the God of War who had remained silent until now, stepped forward, his single arm blocking the path leading to the realm of the gods.

His remaining left hand slowly rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Those gray eyes were fixed on Lin Qiye, and his voice was as cold as two pieces of iron rubbing against each other.