Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

He casually tossed the test tube onto the table and turned to look at Wu Hen.

"Since we've accepted the job, we have to go all the way."

Wu Hen, understanding the unspoken message, leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"Are you really going to help him calculate it? If the result is right, should we just turn ourselves in on the spot?"

"Yes, of course we should count it."

Lin Qiye's lips curled into a smile as he pulled out a dull-colored ancient coin from his pocket—a prop he had prepared beforehand.

Wu Hen stepped aside, crossed his arms, and assumed a protective stance.

The lightning outside the door hadn't dissipated yet, and Thor was clearly waiting in the corridor.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, his divine power trembling slightly. He then bit his tongue hard.

He spat a mouthful of blood mist onto the ancient coin, and his face instantly turned from red to white, as if all his energy had been drained.

"The North..."

Lin Qiye's voice was hoarse, and his trembling fingers drew a crooked circle on the marble tabletop.

"Jotunheim...the frigid, snowy mountains...he's there..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he collapsed backward as if all his strength had left him.

Wu Hen reacted quickly, catching Lin Qiye and shouting at the door, "Your Highness! Lord Miles has damaged his soul while performing divination! Come in quickly!"

Saul kicked the door open.

The Norse god of thunder looked at the blood trickling from Lin Qiye's mouth and the coin broken into pieces on the table.

The doubt in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by boundless anger and gratitude.

"Jotunheim? Those damned giants are in cahoots with this rat?" Thor clenched his fists so tightly they cracked.

Lin Qiye weakly lifted his eyelids, his hands gripping Thor's wristbands tightly.

"Quick... before his injuries heal... if we're too late, Asgard's authority will be completely destroyed..."

"I understand! Miles, you just rest and recover, leave the rest to me!"

Thor roared, lightning crackled around him, and he transformed into a blinding blue light, bursting through the window.

Immediately afterwards, a dense and heavy horn sounded from outside.

"Everyone, follow me! Let's raze the northern border of the Giant Kingdom!"

Thor's roar faded into the distance.

Lin Qiye straightened up only after the overwhelming divine power had completely disappeared from his perception range.

He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, showing no sign of weakness whatsoever; his eyes were as cold as ice.

"You believed that so easily?" Wu Hen clicked his tongue in disbelief as he watched from the side.

"Seven Nights, with acting skills like yours, it's a waste that you don't win a Best Actor award back in Great Xia. Is this guy's brain all muscle?"

"Because he was too arrogant, he thought no one would dare to cheat him in Asgard."

Lin Qiye straightened his disheveled collar. "Moreover, that drop of blood is real. I did locate the owner of the blood, but I changed the coordinates."

"Now that Asgard's elite forces have all been transferred away, we should get down to business."

Wu Hen twisted his neck, his fingertips tracing the air, and a barely perceptible gap quietly opened.

Lin Qiye nodded and beckoned.

A small figure wrapped in bandages appeared in the air; it was the mummy "Mumu".

"Mumu, the Holy Grail."

Mu Mu skillfully presented a divine object that shimmered with a faint light. As divine power was injected, a nearly invisible transparent membrane instantly enveloped Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

At this moment, the figures and auras of the two completely disappeared from this space.

"Let's go to the Abyss Dungeon."

The two moved through the temple’s complex corridors like ghosts, completely unaware that the guards on duty were not aware of the wind passing by.

The deeper you go underground, the more humid and cold the air becomes.

As they pushed open the last heavy stone door, a strong, pungent stench of sulfur and rust hit them.

Below was a bottomless crevice, and at the entrance of the crevice, a giant wolf, as large as a mountain, was lying on the ground, seemingly asleep.

Its breathing sounded like a dull drumbeat, and with each breath, it caused the surrounding space to tremble.

Fenrir the wolf.

Lin Qiye stopped, held his breath, and gently touched the barrier around the dungeon, which was shimmering with red runes, with his fingertips.

Just as he was about to search for a crack to slip into, a whisper, both extremely faint and extremely clear,

It came from the bottom of that pitch-black abyss.

That was not Thor's voice, nor did it belong to any Asgardian god.

The murmur carried a sticky, unsettling quality, as if something that had been dormant for millennia was blowing a breath of cold air onto Lin Qiye's neck.

Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat.

In the deepest part of that abyss, a pair of cold eyes, seemingly piercing through the Holy Grail's concealment, were staring intently at him.

In the shadows high above the dungeon, several guards were yawning as they walked by, completely unaware of the anomaly below.

Only the young guard at the very end seemed to move somewhat stiffly.