Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Lin Qiye ignored the crazy number 22 and, taking advantage of the moment when Thor was blocking the door with his back turned,

He rubbed his fingers hard against the scorching serpent emblem.

"Click."

With a crisp sound, the disguised metal shell shattered into pieces, like a peeling skin.

The original ancient emblem instantly collapsed, turning into countless fine mosaic light spots, which frantically reassembled in Lin Qiye's palm.

In the blink of an eye, a palm-sized, square, pixelated walkie-talkie appeared in his hand.

There were no traffic lights, no display screen, only a red button on the side, like a drop of congealed blood.

"Pixel art style?" Wu Hen leaned closer for a glance, his eyebrows raised high.

"That crazy girl gave you a toy?"

"This is life."

Lin Qiye rubbed his thumb against the rough pixelated texture, his voice deep and menacing.

"This is the only ear that the Great Xia Dynasty left in this godforsaken place."

"Just press the button, and you can get in touch with your family."

Wu Hen's usually nonchalant smile froze for a moment, his eyes instantly turning sharp: "It works?"

"Not now, too much interference. We need to find an opportunity." Lin Qiye slammed the walkie-talkie shut in his palm.

"Besides, this thing is too conspicuous. Even though Thor, with his muscular physique, isn't very bright,"

"But his one-armed older brother is a shrewd person."

"A body search is inevitable."

"Where to hide it?" Wu Hen looked around the empty secret room.

"Swallow it? No way, this stuff looks poisonous."

"You don't need to swallow it."

Lin Qiye made a hand seal with one hand, and the shadow beneath his feet began to writhe strangely.

"Woo..."

With a low whimper, the summoned creature "Mumu," its body wrapped in bandages, emerged from the shadows.

It stood there blankly, its two dark eyes staring at Lin Qiye, as if asking, "Is dinner ready?"

"Open your mouth." Lin Qiye didn't waste any words.

Mumu obediently tore off the bandage on her face, revealing her bottomless mouth.

Without saying a word, Lin Qiye first stuffed the heavy Holy Grail in his arms into the box, and then threw the pixel walkie-talkie in as well.

"Burp." Mu Mu let out a burp, her chest bulging out, making her look like a deformed hunchback.

"Flatten it," Lin Qiye ordered.

Mumu, looking aggrieved, stretched out its paw and patted its chest twice.

They forcefully pushed those two bulges into the gap between the ribs, making them flat again.

"Amazing!" Wu Hen gave a thumbs up.

"Is this what they call 'the darkest place is under the lamp'? Who would have thought that a god's treasure was hidden in the ribs of a summoned creature?"

Just as Lin Qiye kicked Mumu back into the shadows, the heavy stone door was smashed loudly from the outside.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Ten minutes are up!" Thor's booming voice could make anyone's heart race even through the door.

"You old fools, if you still can't figure it out, I'll chop you all up and feed you to the dogs!"

Lin Qiye took a deep breath and straightened his tattered robe.

His once straight back hunched over again, and that gloomy and mysterious charlatan aura instantly took hold of him.

"Open the door." Lin Qiye gestured to Wu Hen with his mouth.

The door had barely opened a crack when Thor's impatient face squeezed in, sparks crackling from Mjolnir.

"Where?!" Thor grabbed Lin Qiye by the collar, lifting him off the ground.

"Don't tell me it's still in the Golden Palace. I just had it searched again, they even emptied the toilets!"

"Cough cough... Your Highness, be gentle, if you strangle him, we really won't be able to find him." Lin Qiye's face turned red, and his legs kicked wildly in the air.

Thor snorted and released him, throwing him to the ground: "Speak!"

Lin Qiye rubbed his neck, panting heavily, his finger trembling as he pointed to the floor beneath his feet, then pointed deeper into the ground.

"Down there."

"The basement?" Thor frowned.

"Do not."

Lin Qiye raised his head, his cloudy eyes fixed on Thor, his voice hoarse as if it were coming from a grave.

"It is a place deeper than a basement, darker than an abyss."

"The divination indicates that the princess is in an extremely cold place, surrounded by deathly silence, a place where the living stop and the dead linger."

Thor froze, his facial muscles twitching slightly, before uttering two words: "The Underworld?"

"Hela's territory?"

“Exactly.” Lin Qiye said with certainty.

"Loki is a master at hiding things. What place is safer than a pile of dead bodies?"

"He made such a big commotion in the Golden Palace just to keep your attention focused on the sky, while he had already sent people underground."

Wu Hen added at the opportune moment: "Your Highness, this is called a feint to the east while attacking the west."

"If we don't go down, the princess might really become a ghost."

"Hela..." Thor gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury.

"That sinister woman, how dare she get involved in this?"

He whirled around, raising Thor's hammer high in his hand, and a burst of violent lightning instantly shattered the roof.

"Let's go! To the underworld!"

Thor grabbed Lin Qiye by the back of his collar, then casually lifted Wu Hen up, and launched them into the air like two chicks.

"Wait! Your Highness! We have to go too?" Wu Hen shouted in the strong wind.

"nonsense!"

Thor didn't even turn his head; his figure transformed into a purple streak of light, smashing violently through the Golden Palace's defensive barrier.

"If I can't find you, I'll throw you both into the River Styx to feed the snakes!"

The wind howled, and the scenery rushed past.

Lin Qiye's eyes were squinting from the wind, but he remained unusually calm.

Going to the underworld was a plan he and Wu Hen had devised to escape.

Only by leaving Asgard, a region right under the noses of the gods, will they have a chance to cause trouble.

only……

As Thor led them through the clouds, plunging headlong into the land shrouded in the gray mist of death...

A chill inexplicably rose in Lin Qiye's heart.

What he just said was pure nonsense; it was all just to fool Saul.

But why does the power of the Divine Ruins within him surge more violently the closer he gets to the Underworld?

The feeling was as if something in the darkness below was echoing his lie.

“We’ve arrived.” Thor landed with a thud, crushing a pile of dry bones beneath his feet.

Ahead, a black palace made up of countless corpses loomed in the gray mist.