Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Lin Qiye suddenly took half a step back, twisted his wrist, and lowered the blade of the Kusanagi Sword, pointing it directly at the gradually calming lake water.

The chilling feeling of being spied on was like a wet, venomous snake crawling down my spine and into the back of my head.

Old Lin, you felt it too?

Wu Hen unconsciously moved closer to Lin Qiye, his short dagger spinning rapidly in his hand.

My eyes were glued to the water's surface. I felt like there was some kind of ancestor squatting in that lake. Just a moment ago, I got goosebumps.

Lin Qiye didn't respond. He turned to look at Si Xiaonan with an almost oppressive calm in his eyes: Where are the three goddesses?

Si Xiaonan was stunned by that look. She subconsciously tightened her black cloak and her voice was a little hoarse: You are looking for the Three Fates?

They guard the Well of Urd, and will never leave unless Asgard falls.

take me.

Lin Qiye's tone left no room for argument.

Are you crazy?

Si Xiaonan frowned, her voice rising several decibels; that was a forbidden zone of fate.

Even Loki wouldn't dare to easily provoke those three old women.

They see not only your present, but also your past and your death.

Lin Qiye stared at the hazy horizon in the distance, the sleeping face of Jialan appearing in his mind, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Time is running out.

His voice was soft, yet it carried a ruthless edge; only their 'time' could wake Garan.

This is my last chance. Even if I have to steal it, I will take that power back.

Wu Hen grinned as he listened, spitting out a mouthful of saliva: Fine, since you want to risk your life, I guess I'll just have to go crazy with you.

Anyway, Asgard is bound to fall into chaos sooner or later, so let's strike first.

But little Nan, if you know the way, please lead the way quickly.

Let's not wait until the queen bee flies out of the hornet's nest, or all three of us will become specimens.

Si Xiaonan looked at the almost insane persistence in Lin Qiye's eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then sighed heavily.

Come with me, but let me make this clear beforehand: if they insist on taking your life, I can't save you.

Si Xiaonan turned and walked into the depths of the withered forest, her back view appearing somewhat desolate.

Meanwhile, in the land of dwarves, thousands of miles away.

Hot lava flowed through the ravines, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur and rust.

Leng Xuan stood in front of the huge anvil, his whole body illuminated by the flickering red light.

It became.

The old dwarf wiped the sweat from his face and used his huge iron tongs to pull something out of the cooling pool.

It was a long, dark red spear, its shaft unusually heavy, giving off a suffocating sense of oppression just by looking at it.

There was a bang.

The 200-pound sniper rifle was placed on the stone platform, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Leng Xuan stepped forward, spread his five fingers, and firmly gripped the gun.

A bone-chilling cold burst forth from his palm, and the air in the once scorching forging room strangely froze at that moment.

The rising smoke seemed to be forcibly suppressed by some invisible force, obediently shrinking back into the crack in the ground.

"Good gun." Leng Xuan uttered two words, his eyes sharp as a drawn throwing knife.

Hehe, this was made from the remnants of a star core that fell from Asgard.

I wanted to leave a set of armor for my son, but unfortunately I didn't have enough materials, so I can only let you, the killing god from Great Xia, have it.

The old dwarf grinned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the old dwarf's smile suddenly froze on his face.

His eyes became extremely empty for a moment, as if his soul had been forcibly ripped out.

His originally cloudy pupils now reflected a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

It shouldn't have been created... The old dwarf lowered his head, his voice as deep as a whisper from hell, saying it would devour everyone's lives.

Leng Xuan frowned slightly: What did you say?

The old dwarf shuddered, suddenly snapping back to reality. He scratched his head, somewhat bewildered: "Huh?"

I told you this gun is heavy, so you'd better use it sparingly.

He turned and walked into the shadows, muttering some unintelligible ancient language.

Leng Xuan stood there, leaning on his gun, the firelight casting a long, long shadow of him.

At the end of the shadow, the originally clear human figure suddenly twisted eerily.

It was as if something was lurking inside, its gaping maw wide open.

On the way to the Spring of Urd, Wu Hen suddenly stopped.

He stared at the red warning symbols flashing wildly on the system panel, his face so dark it could drip water.

Old Lin.

Wu Hen lowered his voice, his hand already on the mechanism of the dagger.

Something followed behind, not the Divine Ruins, but something even more disgusting.