Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Before Tyr could even fully raise his single arm, a suffocating pressure suddenly descended.

Wu Hen smiled.

Instead of retreating, he defied the killing intent of that war god and took half a step forward.

That arrogant expression made it seem as if he were looking at a brute who couldn't understand human speech.

“A rat? General Tyre, if I were you, I would keep this only hand for holding weapons instead of pointing fingers.”

Wu Hen pointed to the rolling thunderclouds overhead, his tone playful.

"After all, real trouble always seems to come out of nowhere, whether it's a surprise or a shock."

The words have not yet fallen.

boom--! ! !

Four dazzling beams of divine light, like swords of divine punishment, brutally tore through the thick clouds and crashed heavily onto the plaza in front of the hospital.

The earth shook violently, and debris flew everywhere.

The violent shockwave instantly forced Tyr back two steps, his scarred face stiffening as he abruptly turned to look.

As the smoke and dust cleared, four figures were revealed.

The leader was as burly as a bear, with a full head of red hair that danced wildly in the wind.

The hammer in his hand crackled with electricity; he was none other than Thor, the current ruler of Asgard.

Beside him, the goddess Sif looked anxious, followed by two powerful-looking divine guards.

But this terrifying lineup now resembled a group of statues frozen in place.

Because they saw the man slowly emerging from the shadows of the ruins.

Bragi.

The poet muse, who had been missing for a century, was dressed in rags and clutched a purple crystal tightly in his arms.

That face, which used to always wear a gentle smile, was now as gloomy as the Black Sea before a storm.

"Bragi...?"

Thor nearly dropped his hammer; his eyes, always brimming with a ferocious fighting spirit, gleamed...

At this moment, there was nothing but disbelief, astonishment, and ecstasy.

He was like a child seeing a loved one who had died and come back to life, even forgetting his divine kingly majesty, and strode over.

"Brother! You're not dead?! I knew it! I knew that blind man Heimdall was mistaken!"

Saul's voice shook the surrounding ruins; he opened his arms wide, his heartfelt excitement impossible to fake.

"It's good that you're back! It's good that you're back! Come back to the Golden Palace with me, I want to hold a three-day, three-night banquet..."

"roll."

In a word, it's as cold as ice and as hard as iron.

Thor's boundless enthusiasm was as if a bucket of liquid nitrogen had been poured over his head.

He stood frozen in place, his arms still awkwardly outstretched, and a muscle twitched on his rugged face.

"What did you say?" Thor thought he had misheard.

Bragi didn't look at him; his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the crystal in his arms, as if it were his only family.

He turned away, avoiding Saul's embrace as if it were a plague.

"I said, get out of here."

Bragi finally raised his head.

In that instant, Lin Qiye could see clearly that what burned in Bragi's eyes was not the emotion of a long-awaited reunion, but a bone-deep hatred.

That kind of hatred was more blinding than the thunder that filled the sky.

“I don’t have a brother.” Braki’s voice was hoarse and broken, each word dripping with blood.

“I have no brother since the moment you reached out your hand to Eden.”

Deathly silence.

All the gods present, including Tyr in the distance, held their breath at that moment.

Thor's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his tall body swayed as if his spine had been removed.

"You... you knew everything?" Thor's voice was extremely dry.

"Know what? Know that you're trying to maintain your so-called 'divine kingdom barrier',"

"To prolong the lives of those old fogies in Asgard, they forcibly requisitioned all the Golden Apples of Youth?"

Bragi suddenly laughed, a shrill laugh.

"Thor, you are a great hero, you are a savior."

"But what about Eden? Without the protection of the Golden Apple, when the mist descended,"

"She couldn't even run... She was scared to death! She was swallowed up little by little by that damned fog!"

With his roar, the air currents in the entire hospital square went wild.

This is divine wrath.

"She was calling my name as she died! And where was I? I was on the front lines, playing the piano to entertain you bunch of executioners!"

Bragi suddenly raised the crystal in his arms, his eyes filled with madness.

“Look closely! It’s her! It’s Eden! She’s right here watching you!”

Thor stared at the shimmering crystal, his lips trembling.

The invincible Thor on the battlefield dared not look his brother in the eye.

Lin Qiye stood in the shadows, his fingers gently stroking the hilt of the knife, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

This is the truth.

There were no epic sacrifices, only naked exchanges of interests.

Sacrificing one's family for the greater good.

Logically, it's correct, but emotionally... it's a blood feud.

"It was my fault."

Thor suddenly lowered his head, the violent lightning instantly extinguished, and he looked ten years older.

He released his grip, and Thor's hammer slammed into the ground with a loud thud, creating a deep crater.

“I gave the order back then. Sif tried to persuade me, but I wouldn’t listen.”

Thor closed his eyes, his voice low and deep.

"If you want to hate, hate me. If you want revenge..."

He stepped forward, tore open the indestructible divine armor, revealing his scarred chest.

"Attack. I won't fight back."

This scene terrified the guards nearby. They were about to rush forward, but Thor's gaze froze them in place.

Wu Hen clicked his tongue and whispered to Lin Qiye, "Although Lei Manzi is stubborn, he's got the guts to admit his mistakes."

"What a pity, life is the least valuable thing at this time."

really.

As Bragi watched Thor calmly face his death, the hatred in his eyes not only did not subside, but intensified.

"Death? Do you think death can pay for it all?"

Bragi sneered, his eyes sharp as knives. "Is your life so valuable?"

"In my eyes, you're not even worth a hair on Eden's head! I don't want your worthless life!"

"Then what do you want?" Thor suddenly opened his eyes, his tone urgent.

"Just tell me! I'll give you my godhood, I'll even give you the throne of Asgard..."

"I want the origin of the Kingdom of God."

Bragi interrupted him, speaking slowly and deliberately, with a chilling clarity.

The air instantly froze to freezing point.

Even Verdandi, who had been standing by watching the show, couldn't help but twitch her eye.

She and the other two goddesses quickly exchanged a very subtle glance.

The origin of the divine realm, that is the core upon which Asgard depends for survival, the heart that keeps this broken divine realm running.

"I want to use the holographic prism."

Bragi stroked the crystal in his arms, his tone becoming eerily gentle.

"Put it in; only the power of the source can rebuild the divine body. I want Eden to come back to life."

Thor was stunned.

He looked at Bragi, then at the lifeless purple crystal.

As a supreme deity, he could naturally see that it was just an inanimate object.

But he could see even more clearly that this was the only straw that kept Bragi alive.

If they refuse, Bragi will absolutely break down on the spot, and might even take everyone down with him.

"it is good."

Thor hardly hesitated.

With a flick of his wrist, a rhombus-shaped crystal radiating a seven-colored halo appeared in his palm.

That is the most precious treasure in all of Asgard, the Prism of Light.

"As long as I can get her back."

Saul's voice trembled with a hint of hope; perhaps he too wished to atone for his sins.

"Whether it's true or false, I'll give it to you."

Thor, holding the prism powerful enough to ignite a war among the gods, walked step by step toward Bragi.

Lin Qiye felt a chill run down his spine as he watched this scene.

This is like walking a tightrope.

Using a "fake wife" made out of a lie to fill the "true core" of Asgard.

Once you're in, there's no turning back.

Wu Hen narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the illusory prism, a playful smile curving his lips.

"Old Lin, get ready, the biggest firework is about to be lit."