Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

"...It's a fragment of [Galar]."

Zuo Qing's voice abruptly stopped amidst the crackling of electricity, as if it had been forcibly severed by an invisible hand.

Lin Qiye's heart clenched suddenly. Before he could process the information, a suffocating smell of rust assaulted his senses.

That wasn't just the ordinary smell of blood; it was the ferocity etched into the very bones of someone who had killed too many living beings.

The God of War, Tyr, with only one arm, was like a moving iron tower, taking only a few steps to reach Lin Qiye.

That single eye acted like a scanner, scraping away at Lin Qiye's old "Miles" skin from head to toe.

"A prophet?" Tyr's voice was hoarse and rough, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

“I’ve seen Merlin, that old man doesn’t walk as steadily as you.”

The pressure slammed down like a hydraulic press.

Lin Qiye's knees buckled, and his joints made a slight cracking sound.

He gritted his teeth and, instead of kneeling, used that momentum to...

He straightened his hunched back slightly, and the wrinkled mask on his face twitched slightly without a smile.

At this point, whoever backs down first will die.

"Lord Tyre," Lin Qiye spoke slowly in an aged voice, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Time waits for no man. Lord Merlin's legs are not good. Can't his agent walk more steadily?"

Wu Hen, standing beside him, had his hands clenched so tightly in his sleeves that they were sweating, but his face remained as inscrutable as a dead man.

His eyes were narrowed slightly, like a venomous snake ready to bite at any moment, his gaze fixed on the hilt of Tyr's sword.

He was prepared to detonate his trump card as soon as the sword was pulled out even an inch.

Tyr didn't speak, but the cold light in his single eye intensified, as if he wanted to burn through Lin Qiye's fake face.

The air was so thick it made me want to vomit.

"Alright, Tyr."

Thor impatiently swung his hammer, the crackling electricity breaking the deadly silence.

"Merlin's men must have smelled something when they arrive at this time."

“That bastard Loki is short-handed. Take him back and let him interrogate him himself.”

"If it's fake, I'll personally hang their heads on the Rainbow Bridge."

This is not a discussion, it's a notification.

"Then please."

Thor grinned, a smile that exuded an undeniable arrogance.

“Perfect timing. The roads to Asgard are not easy to travel right now. With a few people to guide me, I can save myself some trouble.”

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance.

This isn't a dinner party, it's an escort mission.

But if they were to say "no" now, Thor's hammer would definitely teach them a lesson.

"It would be my honor," Wu Hen replied with a forced smile.

Just as the two were about to grit their teeth and follow, Hoddle, who had been keeping his eyes closed like a dead man, suddenly moved.

There was no warning.

A black light lashed out like a whip, heading straight for the commemorative figure who was cowering in the back pretending to be a quail.

"careful!"

Wu Hen let out a low growl, trying to reach out and pull, but the black light was too fast and too sinister.

He bypassed his defenses and slapped Jinian hard across the face.

There was a crisp sound.

The disguise on Ji Nian's face instantly crumbled, revealing her delicate yet slightly frightened pretty face.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

The face of the Bactrian people.

In Asgard, this is no different than throwing a little rabbit into a wolf's den.

"Sure enough, there are ghosts."

Hoddle smiled sinisterly; though his blind eyes could not see, they accurately locked onto the location of the memorial.

"Your divine power is fluctuating wildly, and you reek of mortal stench. Are you... that little rat from the Upper Evil Society?"

Identity exposed.

The terror in Jinian's eyes lasted only half a second; the next moment...

She suddenly gritted her teeth and cursed, "Go to hell, you blind bastard!"

A cluster of pixelated cubes suddenly exploded beneath her feet; that was her special ability, [Pixelation].

The blocks rapidly rearranged themselves, transforming in the blink of an eye into an extremely rudimentary pixelated aircraft.

It doesn't even have a proper spray nozzle.

"run?!"

Thor snorted coldly, didn't even look, and swung his hammer backhand.

A bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket instantly caught up with the pixelated aircraft that had just taken off.

There was absolutely no suspense.

That piece of junk exploded in mid-air, turning the sky into a colorful mosaic.

The memory is like a kite with a broken string, falling down.

It tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily onto the rocky beach.

"Cough cough..."

She propped herself up, her mouth smeared with blood, her hair a tangled mess.

But when she looked up, there wasn't a trace of pleading in her eyes.

Instead, it was accompanied by a cold, almost manic laugh.

"Is that all you have?"

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva in remembrance.

"I don't know what was wrong with that old man Odin, making a simpleton like you his successor."

"court death!"

Thor was furious and raised his hammer again.

"Wait!"

Vida suddenly spoke, his green eyes fixed intently on the memorial.

"That thing she just used... was that spatial warp technology? The Shangxie Society actually possesses this?"

Before Thor could react, three chains of divine power appeared out of thin air.

It coiled around Jinian's hands and feet like a venomous snake, pinning her firmly to the ground.

Tyr walked over and looked down at her: "Tell me, what are you doing here? How many accomplices do you have?"

Despite being squeezed so tightly that his eyes rolled back, he still managed to force a smile.

"Want to know?"

She was panting heavily, her eyes sweeping defiantly over the four high and mighty gods.

"It's not impossible. As long as you're not afraid of losing it..."

"what?"

“【Galal】.” When the memorial uttered these three words, it was clear that Thor’s pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

The beach was deathly silent.

Galar, that's the horn Heimdall used to herald Ragnarok.

Once that thing is blown, it signifies the true end of Asgard.

"Do you know where it is?" Thor's voice trembled with anger and fear.

"I know a lot."

In remembrance of the fox who smiled like he had just successfully stolen some fish.

"As long as I'm still breathing, you won't be able to touch a single hair on these 'prophet's'."

"If you push me too far... heh, we might as well all go our separate ways."

"Anyway, if this horn falls into Loki's hands, do you think he'll leave you with a complete corpse?"

That was a brilliant move to turn the tables.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen watched from the side, their eyelids twitching.

This crazy girl actually dared to use such deadly information as a shield.

"She was just a guide," Lin Qiye quickly interjected, trying to distance himself from the situation.

"We hired her on the way and had no idea about her background."

“A guide?” Tyr sneered, and suddenly swung his one hand.

"Whether he's a guide or not, we'll find out once we take him back for questioning."

"Since we're all together, then none of us should leave."

With a tightening of the divine chains, Jinian was lifted up like a lamb to the slaughter.

But just as he was being dragged past Lin Qiye...

The crazy girl suddenly winked at Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

That look in his eyes was extremely strange.

There was no cry for help, no fear, but rather a cunning air of someone who had "planned everything."

Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat.

This girl...did she deliberately want to be caught in the first place?

Before he could think it through, Ji Jin used their intertwined bodies as cover...

The hand, which was purple from being bound by chains, quickly shoved something hard into Lin Qiye's arms.