Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The figure walked very slowly, each step seemingly calculated, deliberately creating a sense of sluggishness due to severe injury.

Inside the heavy standard armor, Si Xiaonan's back was already soaked with cold sweat.

It was a shiver that came from the depths of her soul, after all, she was walking on the edge of Asgard's most terrifying nightmare.

Less than ten meters away from her, Fenrir, the mountain of flesh-like demon wolf, twitched its nostrils slightly.

A nauseating, fishy smell mixed with the stench of sulfur hit Si Xiaonan, who held her breath.

Her fingers, hidden in her sleeve, gripped a rune stone that gleamed with a ghostly green light—the "deception" medium Lin Qiye had given her before her departure, containing a faint but pure trace of Loki's divine power.

As long as you don't meet those savage beastly eyes, as long as you disguise your aura as the humblest dust here.

"call……"

Fenrir let out a low, rumbling growl, but its massive head did not rise.

He just lazily rolled over, and the force he generated almost knocked Si Xiaonan to the ground.

Bet right.

In the eyes of this beast, what was passing by at that moment was nothing more than a lowly ant, stained with the blood of its companions and about to die.

It doesn't even qualify to become a crumb in its teeth.

Using the force of the wind, Si Xiaonan stumbled and fell into the deeper shadows.

Only after turning that obsidian corner, which even light could not escape, did she dare to loosen her clenched teeth slightly, her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood.

There were no screams in the deepest part of the dungeon, only deathly silence.

This is the "Silent Corridor," a place specifically for imprisoning serious criminals whom even the gods find troublesome.

Through the dim and flickering eternal light, Si Xiaonan finally stopped in front of a cell covered with moss and dried blood.

That familiar figure was suspended in mid-air, pierced through the collarbone by four chains engraved with runes.

Blood dripped down the ankles that once held the pen with unwavering steadiness, but now were torn and bleeding, pooling on the ground in a shocking dark red stain.

"President..."

Si Xiaonan's voice trembled.

She quickly looked around, and after confirming that there were no patrolling guards in the area for the time being, she took off her dull helmet.

His long, black hair cascaded down, revealing a face that always carried a touch of heroism, but was now filled with anxiety.

Inside the cell, the figure with its head bowed trembled slightly.

With difficulty, Jinian lifted her eyelids, her vision half-obscured by blood scabs, making it somewhat blurry.

When she saw the face outside the railing, a flame of astonishment instantly ignited in those lifeless eyes.

"Xiao...Nan?"

Jinian's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against a rough tabletop; with each word, her lungs hissed and groaned like a bellows.

"How...did you get in here...get out of here...this is a death trap..."

"Do not talk."

Si Xiaonan's eyes were red-rimmed, and she gripped the cold fence with both hands, a pale blue aura of extreme cold surging from her palms.

That was her primordial divine power, attempting to freeze and brittle these indestructible divine metals.

“I’ve come to take you home. The guards have been lured away; this is our only chance.”

“Going home…” Jinian murmured the word, her dry, pale lips managing a barely perceptible smile—a proud smile befitting a victor. “Did you… receive the items?”

Si Xiaonan paused in her work, then nodded vigorously: "Received."

The data on that USB drive amazed even the top decryption teams in the Great Xia Dynasty.

"President, you have performed a great service, so you should return alive to receive your medal."

"That's good...that's good..."

Ji Nian breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

Then, a violent cough caused her to curl up in pain on the chains.

Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, but the light in her eyes grew even brighter and more frightening.

"Click."

The divine metal on the fence crackled under the corrosive force of the extreme cold. (Si Xiaonan)

Cold and resolute.

"Don't bother, Xiao Nan."

The smile on Jinian's face vanished, replaced by eyes that remained sharp as knives even while imprisoned.

He stared intently at Si Xiaonan, exuding an undeniable air of authority.

"I do not go."

"What crazy things are you talking about?!"

Si Xiaonan grew anxious, her voice involuntarily rising a few decibels before she hurriedly lowered it again.

"Your body can't take it anymore! You'll die if you stay any longer!"

"It's precisely because we can't hold on any longer that we can't leave."

Jinian, panting, looked past Si Xiaonan's shoulder and into the deep, long dungeon corridor that seemed to have no end.

The darkness there was as thick as ink, and even the gentle breeze that had just passed seemed to have frozen.

“From the moment I was arrested, it was all a setup.”

The commemorative voice was terrifyingly low, each word sounding like a nail squeezed out from between his teeth.

"They didn't use soul-searching magic on me, nor were they in a hurry to execute me."

They even deliberately left gaps in the guard's watch... Minami, do you really think you can fool Heimdall's eyes with just a disguise?

Si Xiaonan's pupils contracted sharply, and the layer of cold sweat that had just dried on his back instantly reappeared, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"You mean..."

"Someone is fishing."

Jinian slowly withdrew her hand, her body hanging limply in mid-air, her eyes revealing a resolute and sorrowful acceptance of life and death.

"I am the bait, but the fish I want to catch is... Lin Qiye."

The air froze completely in that second.

In the distance, the faint sound of a water droplet falling to the ground could be heard, but in the deathly silent dungeon, it was as clear as the tolling of a death knell.

Ji Nian raised her head, and a cruel, crazed smile appeared on her blood-stained face.

It was a mockery of one's own fate, and also a final counterattack against the enemy.

"Don't look back, Xiao Nan."

Pretend you couldn't save me, and leave immediately. In the darkness outside… countless eyes are waiting for us to botch this charade.

However, it's too late.

A gloomy and chilling aura emanated from the direction of the dungeon entrance, like a tidal wave.