Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The purple crystal trembled slightly in Bragi's hand, as if some living thing had sensed the call of fate.

Bragi's knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the crystal tightly.

That was his only thought, the sole reason he had lived for the past thousand years.

"If I just put her in... she'll live?"

Braki's voice was as soft as ash that could be blown away with a breath.

Those bloodshot eyes were fixed on the phasing prism in Thor's hand.

"Yes." Thor didn't waste any words, just one word, as steady as a mountain.

He opened his palm, and the Illusionary Prism slowly floated to the surface, its iridescent halo rippling through the air.

That was pure divine power, enough to reshape flesh and blood, and even... weave the soul.

Bragi took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck out all the oxygen in the world.

He slowly released his grip, a movement so slow it was agonizing, as if he were peeling his own heart away.

The purple crystal flew out of his hand, was captured by the gravity of the illusory prism, and slowly drifted towards the center of the halo.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any divine light shooting into the sky.

The crystal melted into it silently, like a drop of water flowing into the ocean.

The prism suddenly contracted, then burst forth with a soft and steady purple light.

"It's done."

Thor grabbed the floating prism and looked up at Bragi.

“The Source has accepted her.”

"It will take time to nurture and heal; the reconstruction of the divine body is not a matter of just one or two days."

Bragi's taut shoulders slumped instantly, and he staggered as if his bones had been removed.

He stared greedily at the prism in Thor's hand, the madness in his eyes gradually fading.

Instead, there was an almost desperate hope, and a barely perceptible sense of panic—he was afraid.

I fear this is all a dream, and I fear even more that waking up will plunge me into an abyss.

"I'll stay by her side," Bragi murmured to himself, turning to leave.

“I will stand guard on the steps outside the Golden Palace, and no one will be allowed to touch her.”

"Go." Thor waved his hand, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"No one will touch her."

Watching Bragi stumble away, his back to the camera, I saw the resolute determination he had shown for his lover, a determination to risk everything.

This caused a brief silence to fall over everyone present.

Until Bragi's figure completely disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The tenderness and guilt on Saul's face vanished completely in half a second, like a magic trick.

He looked down at the prism in his hand, his gaze no longer the tenderness he showed when looking at his sister-in-law, but rather the scrutiny of a crucial strategic weapon.

"Send this to the core of Valhalla."

Thor casually tossed the prism to the guard behind him, his tone cold and hard as if he were a completely different person.

"Use the data model of 'Eden' to activate the core defense array."

"Now that we have this spiritual power as a catalyst, let's increase the power of the divine kingdom barrier by another 30%."

"Yes." The guard, holding the prism, respectfully withdrew.

Tyr, standing to the side, was not surprised; his only remaining hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

With a furrowed brow, he said, "Your attempt to appease Bragi in this way is like drinking poison to quench your thirst."

"Once he discovers the truth..."

"That will have to wait until after the war is over."

Thor turned around, and that violent aura of lightning surged around him once more, making the air hum.

“That madman Loki has already touched the threshold of ‘Supreme’.”

"Without Bragi's mental strength stabilizing the origin of the divine kingdom, we wouldn't have lasted three days against Loki."

Tyr remained silent.

When it comes to survival, deceiving a madman is indeed the most worthwhile deal.

"This is what they call the way of the king."

In the shadows not far away, Wu Hen clicked his tongue softly.

He nudged Lin Qiye's arm, a signature mocking smile playing on his lips.

"See? Just a moment ago they were all about brotherhood, risking their lives for each other, but now it's all about maximizing profits."

"This god is even more corrupt than a capitalist."

Lin Qiye remained expressionless, but his hand, hidden in his sleeve, clenched slightly.

He had just clearly caught the fleeting glint of calculation in Thor's eyes.

That wasn't just for defense; it was more like setting up a bigger plan.

"gone."

Lin Qiye lowered his voice.

"If we keep watching, we'll have to pay for the tickets with our lives."

Like two ghosts, the two silently withdrew from this place of trouble while the gods were still discussing the war.

Just as the heavy bronze door slowly closed, Lin Qiye turned back for one last look.

In the center of the hall, Thor was pointing to a spot on the map and saying something to Tyr.

His rugged face was filled with a ruthless decisiveness.

At this moment, Lin Qiye's unease grew even stronger.

The game in Scandinavia is dirtier than he imagined.

Asgard, the "circle of people".

There are no magnificent palaces here, nor any dazzling divine power.

All that remained was endless yellow sand and suffocating despair.

The gale whipped up rough sand and gravel, feeling like countless blunt knives cutting into my face.

Looking out over this desolate desert,

Countless ragged humans toiled beneath those massive divine power extraction towers, much like livestock.

"This is... the divine kingdom?"

Baili Pangpang trudged through the sand dunes, his feet sinking deep into the sand, as he gazed at the emaciated, lifeless humans in the distance.

That usually smiling round face was now flushed red, and her fists were clenched so tightly they were cracking.

"This is hell, isn't it?!"

He pointed to an old man lying on the roadside not far away; the old man's body was not yet cold.

Two vultures were already circling overhead, but the passing guards didn't even glance at them.

He kicked it away with one foot, like kicking away a rock blocking his way.

"Keep your voice down."

Cao Yuan grabbed Baili Pangpang, who was about to go berserk, and a dark, murderous aura flickered in his eyes, indicating that he was trying his best to restrain himself.

"Don't forget Qiye's mission."

“We are now ‘tribute’, not saviors.”

"But this is too much..." Baili Pangpang gritted his teeth, his chest heaving violently.

"This is the 'human circle' that Brother Qiye was talking about? This is the so-called 'land of divine blessing'?"

"God always blesses God Himself."

An Qingyu pushed up her glasses, her voice calm yet cruel.

He crouched down and picked up a handful of sand mixed with dark red soil.

"Every grain of sand here was fed with human blood."

"The reason why the concentration of divine power here is so high is because they are overdrawing the life force of these people to nourish the golden palace above."

"Damn it!" Baili Pangpang slammed his fist hard on the sand.

"Alright, save your energy."

An Qingyu stood up, brushed the sand off her hands, and her gaze sharpened.

"The spatial structure here is very strange."

"My analysis shows that something is buried beneath this desert."

"What is that?" Cao Yuan looked up alertly.

"do not know."

"But just now..."

An Qingyu narrowed his eyes. In that instant, an extremely faint yet exceptionally sharp chill pierced through his mental defenses.

“Someone is watching us.”

"Looking at us?" Baili Pangpang was taken aback, and subconsciously looked around.

"Who else is in this godforsaken place besides those guards and laborers?"

"Not those useless people."

An Qingyu's spiritual power spread out silently like a tide, instantly covering an area of ​​several kilometers in radius.

His brain was working at lightning speed, and countless data streams were scrolling across his retina.

"Five kilometers away, at three o'clock, on the other side of the sand dune." An Qingyu's voice suddenly lowered.

“His heart rate was extremely low, and his breathing was almost stopped. That was… a top-notch hunter.”

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

Cao Yuan's black blade slid out silently, and Baili Pangpang quickly reached for the forbidden item at his waist.

And on that huge sand dune five kilometers away.

The heatwave distorted the air, making everything appear bizarre and surreal.

A gun barrel covered in yellow sand, like the fangs of a venomous snake, slowly emerged from behind the sand ridge.

The eye behind the sniper scope was as calm as a stagnant pool.

The crosshair swept across Baili Pangpang, Cao Yuan, and An Qingyu, finally settling on An Qingyu's wary face.

"Quite perceptive... the 'fish' of Great Xia."

Leng Xuan lay prone on the scorching sand, his body blending perfectly with the surrounding environment, even his body temperature matching the sand's temperature.

He did not pull the trigger.

The sniper scope slowly moved away, and a meaningful, cold smile curled at the corner of Leng Xuan's mouth.

He released his grip on the sniper rifle and pulled a communicator engraved with strange runes from his pocket.

"No need to rush, these few small fish aren't even enough to fill a tooth gap."

Leng Xuan muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping across the vast sea of ​​sand towards the far-off core region of Asgard, where thunderclouds were gathering.

"The real big fish... is already in the net."