Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

As soon as the commemorative remarks were made, the standoff on the other side of the beach finally came to an end.

Thor didn't waste any more words, turned around and strode towards the rainbow bridge leading to Asgard.

The souvenir he was dragging left a long mark on the ground, like a tattered sack.

Tyr and Hoddle flanked Lin Qiye and Wu Hen on either side.

The manner of escorting was less like a formality and more like leading a prisoner to the execution ground.

"Walk carefully, old man." Tyr gave him a shove from behind, the force feeling like a brick hitting his spine.

Lin Qiye stumbled from the push, using the momentum to bury his disguised old face even lower.

Just then, the person walking in front suddenly cried out in pain.

As if tripped over a stone on the ground, she leaned back and bumped right into Lin Qiye's arms.

"Ouch... this lousy road!" Ji Nian cursed and struggled to stand up, her elbow seemingly unintentionally bumping into Lin Qiye's chest twice.

In that moment of chaotic contact,

Lin Qiye felt something hard and cold slip down his collar and into his inner pocket.

The movement was so fast that even the blind man Hoddle, who had been scanning his surroundings with his mental energy, didn't notice.

Lin Qiye didn't even lift his eyelids, and instead let out a hoarse cough typical of an elderly person.

He casually helped Jinian up, but didn't make any other movements with his hands.

I only lightly touched the hard object through the fabric—it felt like a card.

What is this crazy girl trying to do?

Meanwhile, deep within the realm of Asgard, in a palace perpetually shrouded in dark clouds.

Si Xiaonan knelt in the center of the hall, her head almost touching the cold obsidian floor.

She dared not look up, because even from the corner of her eye, she could feel the twisted aura emanating from the man on the throne.

"You mean, Thor didn't come back?"

Loki's voice drifted down from above, carrying that characteristic, chillingly flippant quality.

"That idiot went chasing a few mice, how could he possibly get himself lost?"

"Reporting...reporting to my lord." Si Xiaonan's voice trembled, a tremor of physical fear.

"His Highness Thor was struck by lightning and was delayed for a moment, but he sent word that he had caught a few more interesting prey."

"It seems to be... Merlin's agent."

"Merlin?"

The person on the throne seemed to chuckle softly, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, producing a rhythmic "tap, tap" sound.

"Didn't that old swindler hide in the time rift and pretend to be dead a long time ago? Interesting."

He slowly stood up, his dark green robe trailing on the ground like a slippery venomous snake.

"Let him be. As long as that thing is still there, it doesn't matter who comes."

Loki walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the withering Asgard below.

"eight days."

"In just eight more days, this decaying wasteland will welcome its true master."

Si Xiaonan's heart skipped a beat.

Eight days?

"Sir, what are you planning to do..."

"I will publicly refine the core of the divine tree in Miracle Square."

Loki turned around, his narrow eyes flashing with an almost manic green light.

"Using the very foundation of Asgard as fuel, do you think it's possible to forge a supreme god?"

Si Xiaonan suddenly raised her head, her face filled with horror: "But that... Asgard will collapse! Once the divine power is drained, all the living beings here will..."

"That's their only value in this new world."

Loki coldly interrupted her, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"In this coming new era, the bones of the weak will be the stepping stones for the strong to ascend."

"What, you have an opinion?"

That palpable killing intent instantly locked onto Si Xiaonan.

She felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping her throat, and the suffocating sensation made her vision go black.

She shook her head frantically, her fingertips digging white into the floor.

"Your subordinate... dare not."

"Then get down and get ready." Loki waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly.

"Don't disappoint me. You know what happens to traitors."

Si Xiaonan retreated in a disheveled state, until she walked out of the palace gates...

When the cold wind blew outside, I realized that my back was already soaked with sweat.

She leaned against the stone pillar, panting heavily, a look of extreme struggle flashing in her eyes.

Eight days... only eight days left.

On the other side, at the end of the Rainbow Bridge.

When Lin Qiye and Wu Hen finally set foot on this legendary divine land, their last bit of hope vanished completely.

Before me lay a breathtakingly magnificent complex of buildings, with enormous golden domes piercing the clouds.

Each brick exudes an ancient and heavy aura.

But that's not the most alarming thing.

What's most alarming is that the path beneath their feet has been cut off.

That legendary rainbow bridge connecting the nine realms,

At this moment, it was like a piece of sugarcane that had been violently broken, with jagged edges and still retaining terrifying turbulent currents of divine power.

At the edge of the broken bridge, a huge broadsword was being slowly pulled out.

"That's... the Holy Rainbow Sword?" Wu Hen lowered his voice, a rare hint of despair in his tone.

"That's the key Heimdall used to open the portal."

"Sol pulled it out."

Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes, watching Thor in front of him hoist the greatsword onto his shoulder.

With a backhand flick, a bolt of lightning crashed down, completely shattering the Rainbow Bridge's final control center.

Now things are really messed up. Forget about escaping, even sending a signal outside is a matter of luck.

"What are you looking at?" Tyr noticed their gazes, his single eye flashing with malice.

"Those rats of Great Xia, weren't they quite capable before? Remember that battle back then?"

"Your gods from Great Xia have been here quite often, so why are you all hiding like cowards now?"

Lin Qiye didn't respond, but instead lowered his head meekly, pretending to be terrified.

But his eyes, hidden behind the mask, scanned his surroundings rapidly like radar.

To the left is a cliff, below which surges turbulent void currents; to the right is a guard post.

Every ten meters there was a heroic warrior wielding a spear; the only way was to follow Thor into that deadly palace.

This is a dead end.

"Don't panic." Wu Hen's voice whispered into Lin Qiye's ear.

"As long as they are not executed immediately, there is a chance."

"Did you look at the thing that crazy woman gave you?"

Lin Qiye shook his head almost imperceptibly.

With so many people watching, pulling it out would be suicide.

But he could feel that the thing in his arms was emitting an extremely faint warmth, as if it were resonating with some kind of power within his body.

The group crossed the huge square, where the towering statues of gods all around looked particularly ferocious at this moment.

An indescribable, rotten smell permeated the air.

It's like a corpse slowly rotting away, wrapped in luxurious silk.

Just as Lin Qiye was about to use the act of adjusting his collar to briefly examine the card in his pocket,

A sudden chill, without any apparent cause, shot up my spine and up to the top of my head.

The feeling was like being watched by a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

It wasn't Tyr beside me, nor Thor in front of me.

That gaze came from above.

Lin Qiye's heart clenched, and he suppressed the urge to look up, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the summit of the tallest snow-capped mountain in the distance.

Amidst the swirling mist, a dark shadow seemed to be standing there, looking down at the line of ants.

That wasn't God; it was a kind of malice that was purer than God.

"What's wrong?" Wu Hen noticed Lin Qiye's momentary stiffness.

"Something's wrong."

Lin Qiye pulled his hand out of his pocket, a trace of coldness lingering on his fingertips.

"It seems we've already been on someone's chessboard for a long time."