Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The giant eye opened at that moment, its crimson gaze sweeping across like a searchlight, but no one paid it any attention at the time.

Because the Netherworld Bone Dragon behind him was about to bite off the back of Mumu's head.

"Too slow." Lin Qiye stared at the approaching dragon's mouth, patting Mumu's bandaged head.

"Running it like this is just giving it extra food; we need to slow it down."

As Mumu ran, she turned the flamethrower halfway around in confusion, not aiming the muzzle at the bone dragon.

Instead, it lowered its head by three inches and aimed directly at number 22, which was hanging from the back of the car like a kite.

"What are you going to do?!" Number 22's eyelids twitched violently; the chill of being used as a target instantly ran down his spine.

"Watch the road! The road is ahead! There are people behind you!"

"For the team." Lin Qiye uttered four words expressionlessly, his mental energy slamming into the trigger.

"Fire."

"Boom—Boom boom!!"

The weapon in Mumu's hand can not only breathe fire, but is also a modified grenade launcher.

Several cannonballs, wreathed in cursed black energy, whistled as they hurtled out.

Without even the slightest intention to avoid his teammates, he unleashed a barrage of attacks on number 22's face.

"Lin Qiye, you son of a bitch—!!"

The curse word that Number 22 had just uttered was half swallowed by the sound of the explosion.

She had to release one of the grappling hooks, and ended up twisted into a very awkward pretzel shape in mid-air.

The shell grazed her blonde hair and exploded, though it didn't hit her directly.

But the shockwave bounced her twice on the ground like a ball.

But this crazy girl reacted incredibly quickly; she spun around in the air...

The severed thigh bone in his hand was swung with such precision that it created afterimages.

They actually managed to blast the remaining shells back like baseballs.

"Bang! Bang!"

The shell ricocheted and struck the nose of the swooping bony dragon.

Although this damage was just a tickle to the Netherworld Bone Dragon.

But the huge plumes of smoke and fire still choked the beast, slowing its descent.

"See, isn't it pretty accurate?"

Lin Qiye sat steadily on Mu Mu's shoulders, looking approvingly at Number 22, who had almost been blown to bits.

"This is called using someone else's strength against them, a tactical coordination."

Number 22 gripped the rope tightly again, his face bruised and battered.

The princess dress that was originally there is now just a few pieces of fabric hanging there.

She stared intently at the back of Lin Qiye's head, her teeth grinding together, her eyes brimming with venom.

Cooperate? This is clearly an attempt to kill her and trip her up at the same time!

"They cooperated...very well."

Number 22 forced out a sentence through gritted teeth, while forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Thank you so-called charlatan grandpa for helping me... find the right direction."

"You're welcome, my hand slipped."

Lin Qiye's answer was completely insincere; he even leisurely straightened his collar at this critical moment of escaping for his life.

"Next time I'll try to aim for that dragon."

Wu Hen, sitting next to her, grimaced as he listened, lowering his voice: "Aren't you afraid she'll devour you whole later? That look in her eyes is practically burning your back."

"She wouldn't dare." Lin Qiye's gaze swept over the increasingly bright golden light ahead.

"She'd rather be chewed up by that thing behind her than be driven mad by me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mumu slammed on the brakes, carving two deep furrows into the ground.

There's no road ahead.

The once flat wasteland suddenly broke apart, revealing a huge crater.

The golden light that guided them shone from the bottom of the pit.

That's a dungeon.

"We've reached the bottom!" Wu Hen peered into the seemingly bottomless black hole.

"Jump?"

"Roar--!!"

A foul stench swept over them from behind. Although the bone dragon was momentarily blocked, it was now enraged and pounced on them.

The enormous dragon's mouth opened, and the blue ghost fire almost scorched the eyebrows of the group.

“It’s too late.” Lin Qiye’s eyes turned cold, and he grabbed the steel cable connecting to No. 22 with his other hand.

Number 22 had just climbed up from behind when he saw Lin Qiye's actions, and his heart skipped a beat: "What are you trying to do?!"

"Since it's a team, someone has to cover the rear."

Lin Qiye didn't give her any time to react; he suddenly exerted force with his arm.

Like swinging a meteor hammer, it directly flung Number 22, along with his bones, towards the bone dragon in the sky.

"Go away!"

"Lin Qiye, I'll kill him—!!!"

The screams from number 22 in the air were incredibly shrill.

She never imagined that this person could be so shameless.

This isn't treating her as a teammate; it's clearly throwing her to a vicious dog like a fresh bone!

The Bone Dragon didn't hold back. Seeing a piece of meat flying towards it, it snapped its jaws shut and chased after Number 22, biting him.

"get off!"

Taking advantage of those precious two seconds, Lin Qiye kicked Mu Mu over and, without hesitation, dragged Wu Hen into the huge pit.

The wind howled.

The two plummeted for more than ten seconds before crashing heavily onto a pile of rotting straw.

This is an extremely oppressive underground prison, surrounded by black stone walls covered with runes.

In the very center of that cage, a figure was suspended by several thick chains.

That was a woman.

Even in such a dark and damp place, even covered in filth,

Her long, golden hair, like waves of wheat, still radiated a soft glow.

The halo created a safe zone with a radius of two meters, blocking all the underworld worms that tried to approach.

Sif, the Norse goddess of harvest.

Hearing the noise, Sif struggled to lift her head.

Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were cracked, but her deep blue eyes still shone with divine majesty.

"who……?"

Lin Qiye quickly stood up and dusted himself off.

In that instant, his roguish air and scheming nature vanished without a trace.

He adjusted the non-existent robe, then walked gracefully to the chains.

He bowed slightly, his expression as gentle as an old gentleman arriving for an appointment.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, beautiful lady."

Lin Qiye smiled and raised his hand. A cold light flashed in his palm, and the chain that could bind even a god snapped with a "crack".

Sif's body went limp, but before she could fall, Lin Qiye caught her steadily.

"I am Miles." Lin Qiye's voice was deep and convincing.

"As Saul asked, I'm taking you home."

Sif's initially wary gaze melted the moment she heard that name.

She gripped Lin Qiye's arm, her knuckles turning white from the force, her voice trembling: "Sol...where is he?"

"He's up there, tearing down this entire underworld for your sake." Lin Qiye's tone was sincere, his eyes so clear that not a trace of impurity could be found.

And at the edge of the deep pit above.

Number 22 finally managed to escape the entanglement of the bone dragon and lay down on the edge of the pit to look down.

She had seen the entire embarrassing scene just now.

She looked at that bastard who had just used her as bait to throw her out.

He was now embracing the goddess like a perfect paladin, and even the smile on his lips was flawless.

Number 22 clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, and blood flowed down between his fingers.

She was so angry that she was trembling all over, and she bit her lip until it bled.

Got fooled.

From the initial shelling to the final blame-shifting, and even the act of leading the way, it was all part of this man's scheme.

He not only used himself as a shield, but also took the opportunity to gain perfect favor with his target.

And I, like a fool, acted as his bodyguard and human shield all the way!

"Lin Qiye..." Number 22 stared at the gentle and refined figure at the bottom of the pit, the killing intent in his eyes finally becoming uncontrollable.

"This score isn't over."

Just then, the sky above the pit suddenly darkened.

It wasn't a dark cloud, but a hammer carrying immense thunder, crashing down like a meteorite onto the still-roaring bone dragon.