Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The figure screaming and rushing over was number 22.

This crazy girl had her hair all over the place, and her once exquisite princess dress had been torn into rags.

He was also carrying a thigh bone that he had somehow acquired.

He ran and waved wildly, looking just like a patient who had just escaped from a mental hospital.

Less than fifty meters behind her, a bone dragon whose entire body was pieced together from black ribs was swooping down from the sky.

That thing has no wings; it glides solely by the strange air currents of the underworld.

The two blue flames that shot from its eye sockets burned the rubble on the ground into glass shards.

"Help! Grandpa the charlatan! Uncle Scarface! Help!!"

Number 22 spotted the two hiding behind the rocks at a glance, and his big eyes instantly lit up with the light of seeing loved ones.

With a swift movement, he made a sharp turn, causing the bone dragon behind him to veer off course to this side.

"Fuck!"

Wu Hen's previously calm face instantly contorted, and he jumped to his feet, pointing at number 22 and launching into a tirade of profanities.

"Don't come any closer! Run that way! It's open space over there!"

"There's no one over there!" Number 22 shouted back confidently, without slowing down at all.

"This big dog wants to eat my brains! You guys look like good people, you can definitely hold it off!"

"Who the hell is a good guy? Who's your uncle?!" Wu Hen was so angry he wanted to draw his knife and attack someone.

"This is murder!"

The veins on Lin Qiye's forehead throbbed.

This isn't an agent; it's a mobile source of trouble.

Hoddle has just come face to face with that mountain of corpses. If he were to lure the bone dragon over as well, this dead end would immediately turn into a meat grinder.

"run."

Lin Qiye squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth and slammed his right hand down on the shadow on the ground.

"Woo..."

Mumu had just been stuffed back in when she was pulled out again.

It stood there, looking completely bewildered, its chest, where the walkie-talkie had been hidden, still slightly bulging.

He was even clutching half a piece of unfinished bandage in his hand.

"Stop eating!" Lin Qiye snatched the bandage, then pulled a huge, exaggeratedly shaped industrial flamethrower from thin air and shoved it into Mu Mu's arms.

"Hold on tight! Turn your back to us!"

Although Mumu isn't very bright, following orders is second nature to her.

It obediently turned around, its back to the two of them, and hugged the heavy flamethrower tightly to its chest, the dark muzzle pointed behind it.

"Come up!"

Lin Qiye grabbed Mu Mu by the neck and kicked Wu Hen at the same time.

Wu Hen reacted extremely quickly, instantly understanding Lin Qiye's intention.

With a long stride, she straddled Mu Mu's not-so-broad shoulders, her hands gripping Lin Qiye's belt tightly.

"Hold on tight, this car has no brakes."

Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed, and his mental energy slammed into the flamethrower's ignition device.

"boom--!!!"

Two terrifying tongues of fire, each over ten meters long, erupted instantly.

The immense recoil felt like an invisible hand, slamming into the three of them.

Mumu's bandaged feet scraped against the ground, sending sparks flying.

Then, like an out-of-control rocket, he shot off, skimming the ground littered with broken bones.

"Aaaaaah! It's so hot!!"

As soon as Number 22 got close, he was hit in the face by a wave of heat, which almost scorched his blond hair.

The bone dragon's huge mouth snapped shut, leaving it empty-handed, only managing to gnaw on a mouthful of exhaust fumes and sparks.

"Damn it! Wait for me! I'm getting on the bus too!!"

Number 22 watched as the two people and the mummy sped away, and started screaming in panic.

Surprisingly, she unleashed astonishing potential, pulling a grappling hook gun from under her skirt and pulling the trigger at Mumu's ankle.

"collapse!"

The steel cable is taut.

The "Mumu Rocket," which had just started, suddenly stopped and almost overturned.

"Let go! You're a burden!"

Wu Hen turned around and looked at Number 22, who was being dragged along the ground like a kite, and his face turned green.

"This is fucking overloaded!"

"No!"

Number 22 was gripping the rope tightly, his body scraping against the gravel-strewn ground, yet he could still manage to laugh.

"We'll die together! That's team spirit!"

"What the hell is team spirit?!"

The wind howled, and the scenery on both sides rushed past.

Lin Qiye had no time to pay attention to the burden behind him. He squinted and faced the biting wind of the underworld, forcibly stabilizing his body.

Although they temporarily escaped the bone dragon's direct attack, the commotion was too great.

The several mountains of corpses that had awakened in the distance seemed to have noticed the firelight here, and several terrifying auras were slowly locking onto this place.

Don't run around like a headless fly.

We need to find a destination.

"Mumu." Lin Qiye looked down and patted the bandaged head hard.

"Ugh?" Mumu let out a muffled question as the strong wind filled her mouth.

"Make a wish." Lin Qiye's voice was cold and hard, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"Find Sif."

"We need to know where that woman is."

Mumu's steps... or rather, its gliding posture remained unchanged, but the two dark, eerie lights in its eye sockets suddenly flickered.

A strange, causal, and distorted force of power was quietly spreading as the vehicle moved at high speed.

This seemingly dull-witted summon never had combat as its true core ability.

Rather, it is that uncontrollable yet always inexplicably accurate "strong luck".

next second.

The roar of the flamethrower continued, but suddenly a very faint light appeared in the darkness ahead.

The light was neither the eerie green of will-o'-the-wisps nor the purple of thunder.

It was a soft, almost sacred gold.

It flashed by in the deathly gray fog, like someone striking a match in the abyss.

"Over there!" Wu Hen, with his sharp eyes, pointed.

"What's that? Gold?"

Lin Qiye's heart suddenly clenched.

That direction... was neither the location of any mountain of corpses, nor the direction of that black palace.

Instead, it was a broken zone riddled with spatial rifts that even Hoddle was unwilling to approach.

The light gave him a strange feeling.

It didn't seem like a distress signal; it looked more like a carefully laid trap.

It hangs quietly on the fishing hook, waiting for a greedy fish to bite it.

"Turn!" Lin Qiye didn't hesitate and gave Mu Mu's head a hard twist.

Whether it's a trap or not, it's the only signpost.

However, just as Mumu adjusted the angle of her flames and prepared to charge towards the golden light, Lin Qiye suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

A chilling feeling of being spied on came from the direction of the golden light without warning.

It was as if, within that light, there was also an eye, peering through the thick gray fog, watching this group of "old, weak, sick, and disabled" with a half-smile.