Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

An Qingyu pointed at the shadowy door, her fingers curling slightly from the cold.

"Knight, your horn is a bomb that goes around indiscriminately."

“Blow it, and a logical 'disaster' will be forcibly brought down,”

"Asgard will fall, and we might become snacks for those things behind the door. This is a blind gamble without calculating the odds."

The knight gripped the dark gold horn tightly, his black robes fluttering in the cold wind.

"As long as I can bring the guild master back, I don't care if Asgard sinks to the bottom of the sea to be buried with him."

The knight turned his head, his pupils burning with a fanatical fire.

"The Shangxie Society doesn't follow logic; it only talks about results."

Cao Yuan gripped the hilt of his sword and said coldly, "Madman."

"Before the gods, those who aren't mad are long dead." The knight's tone was resolute, and his killing intent almost froze the surrounding mist.

The atmosphere on the deck instantly plummeted to freezing point.

"and many more!"

Suddenly, Baili Pangpang slapped his thigh, drawing everyone's attention.

Why make it so serious?

Baili Pangpang glanced at An Qingyu, then at Cao Yuan, and finally his lips curled into a smirk.

"When have we, the Nightfall Squad, ever backed down? Since the Shangxie Society dares to play big, wouldn't it be incredibly embarrassing for us to be absent?"

An Qingyu paused for a moment, then pushed up her glasses, a helpless smile curving her lips.

Cao Yuan exhaled a breath of stale air and loosened his grip on the knife: "Fine, anyway, I've wanted to try and cut down a few of those Asgardian gods for a while now."

The three of them looked at each other and smiled.

The previously somber atmosphere of parting was completely ignited by that "Wait a minute."

A sense of camaraderie, fearless and unwavering, spread across the deck.

at the same time.

Deep within the Asgardian jungle, in a stone chamber covered by a concealment spell.

Si Xiaonan lay on the stone bed, her face still pale, but her breathing had become much more steady.

Lin Qiye withdrew his right hand from her chest, and the afterglow of the Divine Ruins in his palm slowly dissipated.

"Old Lin, is your cooking any good? I see she's still frowning."

Wu Hen squatted down beside him, fiddling with a short dagger engraved with strange runes.

"Her life is saved, but she'll have to support herself from now on." Lin Qiye glanced at Wu Hen.

"Where did you get that bottle of medicine from?"

"You believe I found it on the roadside?"

Wu Hen chuckled and, with a roguish air, tucked the dagger back into his waistband.

"I've always had incredible luck; I always manage to pull out something that can save my life in these crucial moments."

Lin Qiye didn't respond. He knew Wu Hen had many secrets, but as long as he wasn't an enemy, he didn't bother to investigate further.

"Tuk, duh."

At his feet, the dried-up mummy that had appeared out of nowhere suddenly raised its head.

The head, wrapped in bandages, tilted to the side and made a strange grinding sound. It didn't look scary at all; in fact, it looked kind of silly and cute.

Wu Hen casually slapped the mummy on the forehead: "Behave yourself, or I'll dismantle you and burn you for firewood."

The mummy immediately curled up into a ball and squatted in the corner, pretending to be dead.

What's the next step?

Wu Hen stood up, the roguishness in his eyes vanished, replaced by an extreme calmness.

“Phil is dead, and the higher-ups in Asgard must have already noticed.”

"We've stirred up a hornet's nest."

Lin Qiye raised the Kusanagi Sword and looked at the tightly closed stone door.

"Since we've already stirred up the hornet's nest, we might as well dismantle it."

Stone outdoor.

A deep shadow covered the corridor, and in a blind spot, a pair of bright golden eyes quietly appeared.

His gaze was cold and arrogant, as if he were looking down at two jumping ants.

The next second, the golden eyes slowly closed.

In the darkness, the first rumble of ancient, heavy gears meshing echoed from the depths of Asgard.