Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The sensation was extremely fast, like a USB flash drive or some kind of metallic token.

Lin Qiye remained expressionless, even staggering slightly in a coordinated manner.

Like a frightened old man, he used his arms to tighten the lining.

"be honest!"

The escorting guards slammed a rifle butt into his back and pushed him into the crimson cage suspended above the abyss.

With a loud crash, the iron fence slammed down.

With the ear-piercing scraping sound of the chains and winch, the cage slowly slid towards the center of the abyss.

All around were turbulent void currents, and purple lightning snaked wildly through the black mist.

"Okay, stop acting."

Wu Hen leaned against the corner of the cage, his half-dead expression vanishing instantly, replaced by a gloomy look.

He glanced at the guards walking away outside and asked in a low voice, "What did that madwoman give you?"

Lin Qiye turned his back, blocking his view with his body, and quickly touched the hard object.

It was a coat of arms. It was engraved with some strange serpentine pattern and was still slightly warm.

"It's like some kind of key, or a signal transmitter."

Lin Qiye didn't take it out; he put it back in his pocket.

"Since she dared to give me this thing at this time, it means that it can either save lives or is the clue we are looking for."

"That is the token of the [Mortal Serpent]."

The man in the purple suit, number 22, had somehow reappeared, still swirling that glass of red wine he'd somehow acquired.

"It seems that Ji Nian isn't stupid; she knows not to put all her eggs in one basket."

Lin Qiye turned around abruptly and stared intently at the guy with the smug smile on his face.

This guy just inexplicably appeared in the cage, talking about cooperation, and now he's revealed the origin of this token in one sentence.

"How much do you actually know?" Lin Qiye's eyes turned cold.

"I know a lot."

Number 22 took a sip of his drink and pointed to the dark void above his head.

"For example, the fragment of [Galar] that the crazy girl mentioned is not on her at all."

"For example...you came here for the legendary 'Three Divine Treasures', right?"

Wu Hen's fingers twitched slightly, a sign that he was about to make a move.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Wu."

Number 22 seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, waving his hand with a grin.

"We're in this together now."

"You want the divine artifact, I want my life."

"I'm not greedy, I just want to get out of this hellhole alive."

"Where is the artifact?" Lin Qiye didn't waste any words with him and went straight to the point.

The smile on number 22's face faded slightly.

A barely perceptible hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes: "That [scepter] and that [sword] were already taken back by those gods long ago."

"Tyr took the sword, and Odin took the scepter."

"As for the final [Holy Grail]..."

He paused, then his gaze swept over Lin Qiye meaningfully.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be in the hands of you Night's Watch members, right?"

The air solidified instantly.

Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat.

How does this guy know about the Holy Grail?

If he leaks this information, not to mention Tyre,

Even if you turned the whole of Asgard upside down, those gods would still kill them.

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Lin Qiye said expressionlessly.

Whether you understand it or not is not important.

Number 22 shrugged, reverting to his usual nonchalant attitude.

"The important thing is, we have no choice now."

"Thor's been lured away, and Tyr's keeping watch up there. If we don't make a big fuss..."

"Once Loki actually sets the Tree of Life on fire, we're all doomed."

"What do you want to do?" Wu Hen asked.

"Simple."

Number 22 pointed to the bottomless abyss.

"Since this is where serious criminals are imprisoned, there must be a big guy locked up at the very bottom."

"Just let it out..."

"You want to blow this place up?" Lin Qiye frowned.

"No destruction, no construction."

Number 22 grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Rather than sit and wait to die, stir up the waters."

"When things get chaotic, you guys fight over your artifacts, I'll go my own way, it's a win-win situation."

Lin Qiye didn't say anything, but just gave this madman a deep look.

This guy never tells the truth, but he's right about one thing—if they don't cause some trouble, they're really trapped.

At the same time, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted from the direction of the Golden Palace, several kilometers away.

A massive, thick pillar of purple lightning, like a sharp sword, pierced the gates of Loki's temple.

"boom--!!!"

The sturdy iron gate shattered into pieces as if it were made of paper.

The violent shockwave, carrying debris and electricity, sent the two rows of heroic guards flying at the entrance.

"Loki!! Get out here!!"

Thor's roar was louder than thunder, shaking the entire palace.

He was covered in electricity, and the electric currents wrapped around Thor's hammer even scorched the air.

At this moment, he didn't seem like a god at all; he was more like a wild beast that had lost its mind.

Sif has disappeared. Right here in the Golden Palace, right under his nose.

No one but Loki, that treacherous bastard, could do such a thing, and no one would dare to do such a thing.

Deep within the hall, the dark green figure sitting on the throne finally moved.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look who's here."

Loki toyed with a crystal ball in his hand, a signature mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Isn't this our great Lord Thor?"

"What's wrong? Which little girl is ignoring you again and coming to throw a tantrum at her brother's place?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Where's Sif?!"

Thor didn't want to waste any more words with him, and slammed his hammer on the floor.

A violent current spread across the ground like a spider web.

"If she loses even a single hair, I'll tear this temple down!"

"Sif?"

Loki feigned a sudden realization.

"Oh, you mean your princess who always has a long face? What, she finally couldn't stand your body odor and ran off with someone else?"

"I am going to kill you!!"

Thor's eyes turned bloodshot, and the anger that had been suppressed to the extreme finally erupted.

He swung his hammer, his entire body transforming into a blur as he charged toward the throne.

"boom!"

A dark green barrier appeared out of thin air, blocking the powerful blow.

Although the impact was blocked, the temple pillars were still shaken and cracked in several places.

In the corner, a huddled figure shivered amidst the rubble.

It's Si Xiaonan.

She was covered in wounds, left from being blasted away by Loki's casual divine power.

She looked up at the enraged Thor with a complicated expression.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but some kind of fear choked him up.

She knows the truth.

Sif wasn't captured by Loki at all.

But if she tells the truth now, not only will she not be able to save Sif, but she herself will die here immediately.

"It seems you're really in a hurry."

Loki remained seated on his throne, watching Thor's helpless, murderous expression, and his smile grew ever wider.

"However, I must remind you of something, dear brother,"

"If you keep smashing things like this, I really don't know where your beloved Princess Sif is."

Thor's movements suddenly froze.

Thor's hammer hung in mid-air, terrifying electric currents surging wildly on its head, revealing the inner struggle of its master.

"That's right."

Loki stood up and walked down the steps one by one, as if admiring a fine work of art.

"Since we're here, why don't we play a game?"

"You think you're so tough? Well then, let's see if your hammer is faster, or..."

He snapped his fingers.

Dozens of enormous magical mirrors suddenly appeared around the once empty hall.

In each mirror, a blurry shadow is reflected.

"The skills of the Tibetans are still superior."