Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

That pale hand gripped Lin Qiye's ankle tightly, and then...

The thick, dark image was as if it were being sucked up by a water pump; it suddenly sprang up from the ground and quickly condensed into a swaying human figure.

It's the 27th.

But he was in terrible shape at the moment; he had a huge hole in his chest.

The black blood turned into smoke and dissipated before it even dripped, and the person looked like a wisp of smoke that could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

"I also want to hear a sound, but the current sound is a bit too loud." Wu Hen tilted his head and pointed to the top of his head.

Boom——!

There were no clouds in the night sky, but a bolt of purple lightning exploded.

Immediately afterwards, a dense series of whooshing sounds came from all directions.

The night wind in Asgard suddenly became as sharp as a razor blade.

That wasn't natural lightning; it was Thor's wrath and the oppressive aura of the gods of the entire Norse War Division.

"coming."

Lin Qiye's pupils contracted slightly as he sensed over a dozen vast divine powers rapidly shrinking their encirclement.

"They pinpointed the lingering scent in the area."

The face of number 27 was blurry and expressionless, but his voice was hoarse as if he had swallowed a handful of sand: "Throw me here."

“I’ll distract them, or… I’ll jump into the sacred river over there; the water will cover my breath.”

"Jump into the river?"

Wu Hen seemed to have heard a joke, grabbing Number 27 by the collar with astonishing strength.

"Don't you know what's being raised in Asgard's moat?"

"That's a super-powerful meat grinder. If you were to go in with half your life, not even a bubble would emerge."

"You can't leave with me." Number 27 struggled for a moment, his tone resolute.

"I'm a fugitive, and you're honored guests. Don't get yourself into trouble."

"Shut up." Wu Hen clicked his tongue and turned to look at Lin Qiye.

"Old Lin, this guy's current body structure is a semi-energy-based shadow state, right?"

"How wide can your Holy Grail disguise cover?"

"Close proximity is fine, but you must remain completely still." Lin Qiye instantly understood Wu Hen's mad dog-like thinking, and frowned.

"What do you want to do?"

"It's easy to be found if you hide it on your body, so you have to hide it inside."

Wu Hen took a deep breath, his chest heaving, his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity.

"Number 27, disperse your physical form and turn into smoke."

"What?" Number 27 was stunned.

"Turn into smoke! Go into my lungs!"

Wu Hen roared in a low voice, veins bulging on his forehead.

"This is the only blind spot."

"As long as I don't breathe, the divine power fluctuations are locked within my body,"

"With Old Lin's Holy Grail covering you, even Odin would have to tear open my chest to see you!"

Number 27 stared at the madman in shock, but after sensing the destructive aura of thunder above his head, he didn't say another word.

His body instantly disintegrated, turning into a thin stream of black smoke that entered through Wu Hen's suddenly opened mouth and nose.

Wu Hen's face turned deathly pale instantly, and a muffled sound came from his throat as if it had been forcibly opened by a foreign object.

He shut his mouth tightly, his chest stopped rising and falling, and he looked like a statue holding its breath.

"Hold on."

Lin Qiye placed his hand on Wu Hen's shoulder without making a sound.

A faint golden light flashed and disappeared in an instant, and the deceptive rule of the Holy Grail instantly overwhelmed the auras of the two.

Almost at the same second, a thick bolt of lightning crashed down on the street in front of the two of them.

Amidst flying debris and dust, a burly figure emerged.

The red cloak danced wildly in the electricity, and Thor's hammer crackled in his hand.

Thor's electric eyes were fixed on the two people in front of him.

Behind him, a dozen Norse gods clad in armor descended like an iron wall, completely blocking the street.

"It's so late, why aren't you two resting in your guest rooms? Why are you counting stars in this desolate wilderness?"

Saul's voice boomed like thunder in my ears, filled with undisguised suspicion.

Wu Hen kept his mouth tightly shut, his face was deathly pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat, making him look like he was extremely unwell.

Lin Qiye stepped forward, blocking Wu Hen's path, his expression calm as still water.

He even brushed the dust off Thor's shoulders, saying, "With the commotion you're making, I thought Asgard had been robbed."

"What, is it illegal for us to come out for some fresh air?"

"Breathable?"

Thor sneered, his gaze passing over Lin Qiye and fixing on Wu Hen like a hawk's.

"This agent doesn't look too good. Did he do something wrong and is feeling guilty?"

Wu Hen remained silent, clutching his chest in pain, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, as if he were suppressing something.

"He was slightly injured."

Lin Qiye pointed to his chest, his tone as calm as if he were asking what he had for dinner.

"The wounds inflicted by Lord Tyr. The lingering battle intent was too overwhelming,"

"When the pain flares up at night, it's excruciating. It's stuffy inside, so I take him out for a walk to relieve the pain."

Thor paused for a moment.

Tyr was a war god, and the wounds he sustained were indeed not something that would heal quickly.

He looked at Wu Hen's half-dead state with suspicion.

That suffocating pain really didn't seem faked—of course, how could it not be painful if you had a living person stuffed into your lungs?

"Since it hurts, you should seek out the God of Healing." Thor waved his hand and beckoned to someone behind him.

"Heimdall isn't here. Send someone skilled in perception to 'check' these two distinguished guests, just in case some dark creature has taken advantage of the situation."

A deity clad in silver armor stepped forward, his eyes instantly turning an eerie pure blue.

Two tangible gazes swept over Lin Qiye and Wu Hen like scanners.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Wu Hen held his breath, his lungs burning with pain as if they were about to explode.

Number 27, hidden in the alveoli, huddled up in a ball, suppressing even his divine power fluctuations to the lowest level.

Lin Qiye's fingers curled slightly, and the scalpel under his sleeve slid into his palm.

The blue light lingered on Wu Hen's chest for a full three seconds.

Those three seconds felt like an eternity.

"...It's just that the blockage in the meridians is caused by the accumulation of fighting spirit."

The blue light faded from the silver-armored god's eyes, and he shook his head at Thor.

"Moreover, the disordered divine power within the body is indeed a sign that the serious injury has not yet healed."

Lin Qiye loosened his grip on her sleeve.

Although Wu Hen couldn't breathe, his tense muscles relaxed almost imperceptibly for a moment.

Under normal circumstances, this so-called "divine power disorder" would be a flaw.

But now it's a perfect excuse to cover up the slight fluctuations on the 27th.

"okay."

Thor put away Mjolnir, somewhat disappointed, and the oppressive aura dissipated.

"Asgard has been in turmoil lately; some rats have sneaked in."

"For your safety, it's best to return to the temple as soon as possible. Don't force me to lock you in the room."

"Thank you for your concern." Lin Qiye nodded slightly and helped the swaying Wu Hen.

"We'll go back right now."

Thor didn't waste any more words. He transformed into lightning and soared into the sky. The other gods also retreated like a tide, leaving only rubble and scorch marks on the ground.

Until it was confirmed that all Kamui had disappeared from the perception range,

Lin Qiye then helped Wu Hen quickly walk into a secluded guest room in the Temple of Thor.

The moment the door closed, Lin Qiye immediately erected a mental barrier.

"Cough—! Cough cough cough!"

Wu Hen suddenly pushed Lin Qiye away, bent over and coughed violently, his face turning a deep purplish-red.

With a series of excruciating retches, a wisp of black smoke billowed from his mouth.

It rolled a few times on the ground and then reformed into the weak form of number 27.

"Damn it... if you don't come out soon, I'm going to digest you."

Wu Hen slumped into a chair, panting heavily, and grabbed the water bottle on the table, gulping it down.

"If that blue-eyed monster looks at me one more time, I'll be exposed."

Number 27 was lying on the ground, looking disheveled.

But his eyes were filled with the shock of surviving a disaster: "Hiding a person in your lungs... only you guys could come up with that. Thanks."

"Don't be so quick to thank me."

Lin Qiye stood by the window, peering through the gap in the curtains at the dark night sky, his brow still furrowed.

"Thorn may be gone, but this matter is not over."

“That search just now was too precise. They must have some special means of locating 'fugitives' like you.”

"As long as we can get through tonight..." Number 27 was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen also fell silent at the same time.

The room was eerily quiet.

Lin Qiye lowered his head and looked at his cuffs.

When I helped Wu Hen up just now, some wall dust got on him.

But at this moment, hidden beneath the dust, a tiny, extremely faint...

Almost invisible blue arcs of electricity, like tiny, living insects, silently crawled from his sleeve.