Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The sound of cracking bones reached my ears before the thunder.

Thor's landing wasn't just a descent; it was more like a humanoid meteorite crashing into a mass grave.

The blast wave carried countless bone fragments, which splattered painfully against my face.

Wu Hen spat out a mouthful of rotten-smelling saliva, rubbing his aching back which had nearly been shaken apart.

On the other hand, they also had to hold on tightly to Lin Qiye's "frail and weak" prophet persona.

"This big oaf is not only mentally challenged, but he must have bought his driver's license too."

Wu Hen muttered a curse in a low voice, but his eyes quickly scanned his surroundings.

Through the swirling ashes, the black palace finally revealed its true form.

That's not made of stone.

Countless twisted corpses intertwined and squeezed together, forcibly piling up this majestic, deathly, silent temple.

Around the palace, twelve mountain-like mounds of corpses stood tall in the gray mist.

Each one was undulating slightly, like the breathing of some sleeping behemoth.

On the terrace in front of the palace, two figures stood side by side.

Hela was dressed in a black robe, one half of her face was stunningly beautiful, while the other half was rotten to the bone, and she was playing with a short white bone sword in her hand.

Loki, standing beside her, was holding a half-empty glass of red wine and pointing at the twelve mountains of corpses, saying something.

"...Once these twelve 'city-destroying' corpse puppets awaken, not to mention the Golden Palace, even that old codger Odin..."

Loki had only spoken halfway when the previously lifeless underworld sky above his head seemed to have been ripped open like a piece of cloth.

"Click——!!!"

The purple lightning, like divine punishment, gave no one time to react, and slammed straight into the front courtyard square of the Palace of Corpses.

The ground, which had been writhing just moments before, exploded instantly, and hundreds of undead soldiers were vaporized into ashes before they could even scream.

Loki's hand trembled, and the half-glass of expensive red wine spilled all over Hela's robe.

For the first time, his face, which always wore a smile that seemed to indicate he was in complete control, froze.

The expression on his face at that moment was priceless, like a fox that had just stolen a chicken and was now being held to the head by a shotgun—only bewilderment, no elegance.

"Thor?!" Loki's voice changed.

"How could he possibly have found this place? That idiot should be tearing down the walls of the Golden Palace right now!"

"Loki!! Get your filthy hands off Sif!!"

Thor had no intention of negotiating on the ground.

He was enveloped in violent lightning, like an out-of-control tactical nuclear bomb, and swung his hammer down onto the terrace.

"madman!"

Hela snorted coldly, and without her making any move, the countless corpses beneath her feet suddenly came to life.

In an instant, it coalesced into a gigantic white skeletal hand that blotted out the sky, and slammed down fiercely towards Thor's hammer.

"boom--!!!"

The shockwave swept outwards.

"Get away!"

Wu Hen reacted quickly, kicking Lin Qiye in the back of the knee, and the two rolled into the back of a huge skull next to them.

The spot where they had just been standing was instantly leveled three feet by an arc of overflowing lightning.

"Is this supposed to be saving someone? This is more like silencing them!" Wu Hen brushed the dirt off his head and poked half his head out to look.

The battlefield was in complete chaos.

Thor seemed to have entered a berserk mode, swinging his hammer relentlessly, each blow sending bone fragments flying from the giant skeletal hand.

Tyr and Number 22, who had been watching the show, were also forced into the fray, and various divine powers exploded into bursts of fireworks in the gray fog.

"The opportunity has come."

Lin Qiye huddled behind the skull, his eyes frighteningly calm, while his fingers flew across his sleeves, rapidly calculating something.

Just then, a cold wind blew unexpectedly onto the back of my neck.

The feeling was like a venomous snake crawling up my back.

"Come with me."

The voice was right next to my ear, low and hoarse, without a trace of human warmth.

Lin Qiye's muscles tensed instantly. Just as he was about to turn around, a cold hand landed on his shoulder.

It's Hoddle.

The blind god who had always followed Thor had somehow left the battlefield.

Although his grayish-white eyes were unfocused, Lin Qiye felt as if he were being locked onto by some kind of infrared targeting device.

"Where to?" Wu Hen's dagger had just slipped an inch from his sleeve when Hoder pressed it back down with his other hand.

"His Highness is busy killing people and has no time to care about you."

Hoddle's pale face remained expressionless. "I'll take you to a safe place... for fortune telling."

There is no room for refusal.

A soft yet immense force enveloped the two of them, causing them to vanish from their spot in an instant.

The surrounding thunderclaps quickly faded into the distance.

After a few leaps, they were thrown under a huge obsidian rock wall.

This is a blind spot on the battlefield, with jagged rock formations overhead.

In the distance, flashes of divine power clashed, but here, a deathly silence chilled the heart.

Hoddle stood in the shadows, like a sculpture melting into the darkness.

"Let's calculate it here."

He "looked" at Lin Qiye, and although he was blind, the sense of oppression he exuded was even stronger than that of Thor.

"Tell me Sif's exact location."

"Don't try anything funny, my hearing is more sensitive than your heartbeat."

"Your heart beats faster when you lie."

Lin Qiye took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing.

This blind man is not easy to fool.

He had just fooled Saul by taking advantage of his hot temper, but now, facing this blind god who was as calm as ice, he had to use some "real stuff".

"Okay, I'll do it."

Lin Qiye sat down cross-legged, his charlatan-like demeanor returning.

He slowly extended his pale finger and touched his brow.

His mental energy flowed through his fingertips, and he prepared to use [Astrology] to create a vague coordinate system to distract the blind man, just like before.

However, the instant his fingertips touched his brow—

"Buzz!"

The star map in my mind, which had been calm, suddenly trembled violently.

This is not acting.

A strange chill ran up his tailbone and straight to the top of his head, and Lin Qiye's half-closed eyes suddenly widened.

What he saw was neither a star map nor a prophetic scene.

In his mental perception, in the dark abyss not far from them,

That once lifeless, blood-red mountain of corpses, which Loki called "city-destroying level"...

Moved.

That's more than just wriggling.

On the surface of the mountain piled with countless corpses, a huge crack slowly opened up.

It revealed a scarlet, murky eyeball filled with endless savagery.

That eye was fixed intently on the rock where they were hiding.

This is not a puppet controlled by Loki.

It's alive.

"Why did you stop?"

Hoddle seemed to notice Lin Qiye's sudden cessation of breathing, and a dangerous chill crept into his voice.

"What did you figure out?"

Lin Qiye's Adam's apple bobbed, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

This time, there's no need to make it up.

This is really going to be a big problem.