Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Leng Xuan's finger left the trigger.

He stood up from the shade of the sand dune, his movements as casual as if he were strolling in his own backyard, completely ignoring the three murderous auras that suddenly tightened below.

He brushed the scorching sand off his body and slid down the steep sand slope.

The sole of the boot left a long mark on the sand before finally coming to a steady stop ten meters away from Anqingyu.

"Don't be nervous. If I wanted to make a move, Fatty's head would have been blown to bits when he stretched just now."

Leng Xuan tossed the sniper rifle behind him, put his hands in his pockets, and his nonchalant demeanor was completely different from the top hunter he had just been.

Baili Pangpang, clutching a gold coin in his hand, stared wide-eyed: "Who are you? You're even more arrogant than me?"

"Who I am is not important; what matters is that I know what you want."

Leng Xuan's gaze swept over the three of them, finally settling on An Qingyu.

"Lin Qiye has infiltrated Asgard and is now a guest of honor, on friendly terms with Thor, and living a life of luxury."

"You guys are out there eating sand, the treatment you're getting is a bit too bad."

Cao Yuan pressed down slightly on the black blade in his hand, his brows furrowed: "How do you know about Qi Ye's situation?"

“I have my own channels.” Leng Xuan shrugged, pulled a crumpled photo from his pocket, and flicked it with his finger.

The photo sliced ​​through the air like a flying knife, but was firmly held between An Qingyu's two fingers.

It was a blurry snapshot.

The background is a dark prison cell, and behind the iron bars, a thin figure is huddled in a corner, which can be vaguely identified as a memorial.

"I'm in the deepest dungeon." Leng Xuan's nonchalant smile vanished, his tone turning serious.

"That's where Asgard imprisons god-slaying monsters."

"I have to say, your girlfriend is quite impressive."

Baili Pangpang came over and took a look, his eyes instantly turning red:

"Damn! Have these guys no shame? Bullying a little girl?"

"Don't get excited," Leng Xuan interrupted him.

"This is the bad news I have to tell you."

"Although Lin Qiye managed to infiltrate, he can't touch Jinyi."

"Just half an hour ago, that old bastard Loki sealed off the passage to the Abyss Dungeon."

"It uses the original divine power of the God of Deception, and no one but himself can open it."

"Loki?" An Qingyu's finger, which was pushing up her glasses, paused in mid-air, and her gaze behind the lenses instantly turned icy.

"He found out?"

"It's unlikely. If they found out, Lin Qiye would be dead by now."

Leng Xuan kicked a piece of sand on the ground.

"It's probably to keep out those old Asgardian guys."

"But the result was the same: the road was blocked."

The hope that had just been ignited by learning of their whereabouts was instantly extinguished as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over their heads.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that one could hardly breathe.

An Qingyu was silent for two seconds, then suddenly looked up and stared intently at Leng Xuan: "You told us you were going to rescue someone, but then you told us the road was blocked. Are you kidding us?"

"Did I say I wouldn't save them?" Leng Xuan's lips curled into a sly smile, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Loki's seal is powerful, but not invincible."

"There is no lock that cannot be opened, only the wrong key."

"Are you the key?"

"I'm not." Leng Xuan pointed to himself, then to An Qingyu.

"But I know where the 'master key' is."

"But that place is a bit dangerous, I can't handle it by myself."

"I need a smart hacker and a fearless human shield."

His gaze lingered blatantly on An Qingyu and Cao Yuan, and the feeling of being used as a tool was very unpleasant.

"Why should I believe you?" Cao Yuan asked coldly.

"You don't even dare to show your full face."

"In this desert, besides me, no one else can lead you to Lin Qiye alive."

Leng Xuan wasn't annoyed; he simply smiled meaningfully.

"Moreover, I have a feeling that if we win this gamble, we can destroy that barbarian Lei's lair."

An Qingyu stared at Leng Xuan for a full five seconds, her gaze seemingly trying to dissect this mysterious visitor.

Finally, he pushed up his glasses, turned around, and walked back.

"Keep up. If you dare to try anything funny, I'll turn you into a specimen in this desert."

The Dean's Office at the Gods Mental Hospital.

The view outside the window wasn't of Asgardian thunderclouds, but rather the deep, starry sky that the hospital itself possessed.

The stars looked particularly dim tonight, like the eyes of dead fish about to close.

Lin Qiye sat behind the large desk, holding a medical record in his hand, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"Tsk, Lao Lin, you look like you're constipated."

Wu Hen sat on the edge of his desk, tossing a coin he'd somehow acquired in his hand, a knowing, mocking expression on his face.

"What, you're not happy that Brady, that love-struck fool, has been discharged from the hospital? That's a sales record!"

"Something's not right." Lin Qiye slammed the medical record on the table, pointing to the last line of text.

"Look at this treatment progress."

Wu Hen peeked at the sign and saw it read: "Patient Bragi, delusional disorder cured, discharged."

"Cure it completely?" Wu Hen scoffed, the coin spinning rapidly between his fingers.

"If removing the brain counts as a cure, then it truly is a cure."

“You mean…” Lin Qiye looked up.

"Those tricks of Thor's might fool idiots."

Wu Hen jumped off the table, put his hands in his pockets, and paced around the room.

"I just checked the hospital's database about the holographic prism he gave Bragi."

"That thing doesn't have a resurrection function at all; it's an 'amplifier.'"

Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed: "An amplifier?"

"Yes, it's specifically designed to amplify mental power."

Wu Hen stopped and turned around. The shadow behind him obscured half of his face, making him look particularly sinister.

"Braggi thought he was resurrecting his wife, but in reality, he was using himself as a battery to charge the barrier of Asgard."

"As long as he remains unconscious, Asgard's defenses will remain unbreakable."

"Turning patients into batteries..."

Lin Qiye's fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a soft, rhythmic sound.

"This is the gods' 'healing' plan."

"This is called making use of waste; even capitalists would weep at that." Wu Hen walked to the window, looking at the dark night sky outside.

"Moreover, when I look at the data on that medical record, Bragi's mental strength is declining at an alarming rate."

"At this rate, he'll be drained dry in less than three days."

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, stood up, and walked to Wu Hen's side.

Beyond the void of the hospital, one could vaguely sense a massive will awakening—the impending storm in the real world.

"It seems we don't have time to investigate slowly." Lin Qiye's voice was low and menacing.

"This so-called 'war of gods' was a dead end from the very beginning."

Wu Hen looked at Lin Qiye's reflection in the glass, whose eyes were gradually becoming sharper, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"That's right."

"Since they want to play dirty tricks, let's play big with them."

Wu Hen stretched, his joints cracking.

"But Old Lin, I have a feeling that when the sun rises tomorrow, the sky in Asgard will probably change color."

Lin Qiye didn't speak, but silently gripped the God-Slaying Blade in his hand.

An unprecedented sense of heaviness weighed on his heart.

The hospital's secret, Bragi's sacrifice,

And then there's Loki, who's always been hiding in the shadows... All the clues point to a chilling truth.

This is not just war.

This is a sacrifice for everyone.

"Let's get to work." Lin Qiye turned and walked towards the gate, his red cloak billowing behind him like blood.

"If someone doesn't want us to live, then we'll send them on their way first."

Wu Hen whistled and slowly followed, a calculating glint in his eyes: "Alright, Dean."