Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

"You smell bad."

Tyr's dead face was expressionless. His sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath, the cold light illuminating the pale white of Lin Qiye's fake beard.

"It doesn't smell like the musty smell of a prophet; it smells more like... blood."

Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat.

This one-armed cripple has a nose that's more sensitive than a dog's.

Wu Hen's sleeve trembled slightly as his fingers gripped the teleportation talisman.

If Tyr were to flick his wrist even slightly, this place would instantly turn into a meat grinder.

At this tense moment, when even the sound of breathing could be clearly heard,

A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the broken section of the Rainbow Bridge.

"Where is that good-for-nothing?!"

It's Thor.

Immediately afterwards, a charred and blackened heroic guard tumbled and crawled over.

Half of his armor was knocked off, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, his forehead hitting the ground repeatedly.

"Your Highness Thor! Something's happened! Princess Sif...she's gone missing!"

Thor's red hair instantly stood on end; the God of Thunder, who had been smugly preparing to interrogate the prisoner,

Her eyes widened like saucers: "What did you say? Sif was perfectly fine in the Golden Palace, how could she have disappeared?"

"Someone saw... a dark shadow flash across the palace, and then... then the princess disappeared."

The guard replied, trembling.

"Moreover...moreover, the aura left by that dark shadow is very similar to...and those rats."

"Tune the tiger away from the mountain?"

Thor's rugged face contorted for a moment, and he swung Mjolnir with a fierce swing.

The terrifying electric current blasted the unfortunate guard flying more than ten meters away.

"That bastard Loki... dared to touch Sif, I'll skin him alive!"

He no longer cared about the suspicious charlatans around him, and with a stomp of his foot,

He transformed into a raging bolt of lightning and shot towards the Golden Palace.

The scene was chaotic for a while.

Tyr watched Thor's departing figure, a hint of impatient gloom flashing in his single eye.

"idiot."

He cursed under his breath, turned his head, and his piercing gaze once again fell on Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

This time, however, there was less murderous intent and more of a cold, businesslike indifference.

"Since Thor is busy, let's lock him up for now."

Tyr casually pointed to the red iron cage floating above the abyss beside him.

"Throw him into the red cage."

"We'll settle accounts once we catch that thieving rat."

Several heroic guards immediately rushed up and roughly shoved the three of them.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance, and both saw two words in each other's eyes: endure.

Making a move now would be suicide, even though Thor had left.

But the one-armed war god is still there, and Hoddle, with his eyes closed, is an even more uncertain bomb.

The two did not resist, but pretended to be old and frail, and were staggered as they were led onto the floating cage.

"Bang!"

The heavy iron fence slammed down with a sickening thud.

With a feeling of weightlessness, the entire cage, suspended by several thick chains, slowly slid towards the center of the abyss.

Beneath my feet was a churning, black void, as dark as ink.

Occasionally, a few streaks of purple lightning flashed by; these were spatial rifts capable of shredding even divine bodies.

"Don't waste your efforts."

Wu Hen crouched down and flicked his finger against the iron railing, producing a dull thud.

"This is magic-suppressing gold, specifically designed to target mental power."

"Unless you have the brute force to fill this abyss, this place is an iron coffin."

Lin Qiye tried to mobilize the divine power within his body.

Sure enough, it was like throwing a mud ox into the sea, not even causing a ripple.

The disguise of "Miles" was still there, but he could sense that it wouldn't last much longer.

"This is a bit troublesome." Lin Qiye leaned against the railing, watching the guards moving through the ruins of the divine realm in the distance.

"Thor has been lured away, does that mean someone is cooperating with us? Or is there another force trying to sabotage things?"

"No matter who it is, we're all sitting ducks now."

Wu Hen rubbed his temples, a cold glint flashing in his always-squinting eyes.

"We need to find a way to make a scene, otherwise we'll really have to wait for Tirten to make a move..."

"Both of you acted well."

A sudden voice rang out from the corner of the cage.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen turned their heads abruptly.

Then, number 22, dressed in a purple suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, was seen standing in the cage.

He was even holding a glass of red wine from who-knows-where, leaning against the iron railing, looking at them with a half-smile.

"How did you get in?"

Lin Qiye's muscles tensed instantly. Even without divine power, his close combat skills were not just for show.

"You came in."

Number 22 took a sip of his drink and pointed to the guards outside who were ignoring him.

"Is this little trick so difficult?"

Wu Hen narrowed his eyes and didn't waste any words: "Why did you help us just now?"

"Help? No, no, no, Mr. Wu, you've misunderstood." Number 22 pushed up his glasses, the glare from the lenses obscuring his eyes.

"I just don't want my prey to die at someone else's hands. Or rather... I want to make a deal."

"trade?"

"You want to live, or rather... you want Asgard to descend into chaos."

Number 22 put down his glass, a chilling smile spreading across his otherwise refined but depraved face.

"But I want something else."

"For example... the cards you haven't yet revealed."

Lin Qiye frowned: "Why should we believe you? You are a traitor to the Great Xia."

"Traitor?" Number 22 chuckled softly, as if he'd heard a joke.

There are no traitors in this world, only pathetic wretches who have chosen the wrong side.

"If I hadn't spoken up, Thor's hammer would have already smashed into your heads."

"That's how sincere I am."

He took a step forward, closing in on Lin Qiye.

“Or, I can shout it out now and tell Tyr,”

"The person imprisoned here isn't Miles, but Lin Qiye, the captain of the fifth squad of the Great Xia Night Watch?"

Threat.

A naked threat.

Wu Hen's fingers twitched inside his sleeve, then stopped.

Since this guy dared to come in, he must have a backup plan.

It would be unwise to fight someone whose abilities are unknown in this magic-suppressing cage.

"What do you want us to do?" Wu Hen asked, his voice steady.

"smart people."

Number 22 snapped his fingers.

"I want to escape the realm of the Norse gods."

"It's a bit difficult for me to do it all by myself."

"But with you two rats stirring up trouble... the chances are much greater."

"That's it?" Lin Qiye didn't believe it.

"Of course more than that."

Number 22 leaned closer to the two, lowered his voice, and spoke with a strange, fanatical intensity.

"This realm of the gods is about to collapse; Loki is going to sacrifice the entire Asgard."

"What we need to do is not just escape, but also steal some good stuff along the way."

"What good stuff?"

Number 22 winked mysteriously, and instead of answering directly, asked inexplicably, "Do you believe in luck?"

Neither Lin Qiye nor Wu Hen responded.

Number 22 laughed to himself, a laugh that seemed particularly eerie in the dark cell.

"I know you have secrets and great fortune."

He reached out his hand, as if grasping at something in thin air.

"In this world on the verge of collapse, only those truly favored by fate will survive to the end."

"We... are all chosen ones."

Lin Qiye looked into those eyes that were so close to his.

There was no sincerity from the collaborators, only extreme greed and scheming.

It was like a venomous snake eyeing two plump frogs, plotting how to make the best bite.

"Okay." Lin Qiye suddenly smiled, a smile even brighter than Number 22's.

"Then let's cooperate."

"But let me make this clear from the start: if you dare to stab me in the back..."

"Likewise." Number 22 extended his hand.

"Have you enjoyed working together?"

The three hands briefly shook hands in the air.

The air was thick with a suffocating sense of hypocrisy and defensiveness.

Just then, Number 22 suddenly withdrew his hand, his gaze passing over the shoulders of the two men and looking down into the dark abyss below the cage.

"Now that we've become allies, I'll give you a little something to say in our first meeting."

He pointed to the bottomless darkness.

"Guess who's locked up down there?"