Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The dawn, like a rusty saw, forcefully sliced ​​through the murky night of Asgard.

Si Xiaonan didn't turn around; her wide gray robe billowed in the morning breeze.

His silhouette was stretched extremely long by the rising sun, like a solitary giant.

She walked steadily, each step landing on the sharp edges of the gravel, yet without the slightest hesitation or friction.

"Don't bother seeing me off."

Her last voice drifted through the air, as light as smoke, yet as hard as iron.

"I won't lose this round."

The moment those three words landed, it carried a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

That was the exhilarating feeling of finally being able to stand tall and be the boss again after playing the subservient role for so long.

It's also a resolute decision to risk everything and go all in.

Watching the figure gradually disappear into the light, the coin in Wu Hen's mouth popped up with a "clink" and he shoved it onto the back of his hand.

"This woman is really risking her life."

Wu Hen clicked his tongue, his tone unusually devoid of its usual cynical sarcasm, instead carrying a more complex flavor.

"If this were in a TV series, it would usually be the last line before the character dies."

Lin Qiye didn't respond. His gaze was fixed on the horizon dyed red by the rising sun, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

"Sometimes, even if you know it's a dead end, you still have to jump in."

Lin Qiye said in a low voice, his right hand subconsciously reaching for the hilt of the knife behind his back.

Fingertips rubbed against the cold swaddling cloth, "because that's the only way to survive."

"Alright, stop being so sentimental."

"She's going to her death, we can't just sit idly by."

Wu Hen kicked the dark cloud of smog on the ground with his toe; that was his symbiote, "Number 27".

"Go, follow her."

Wu Hen's voice was very low, and he spoke very quickly, exuding an undeniable coldness and hardness.

"Spread yourself out a bit, don't stand out like a lump of coal."

"If that old fox Loki finds out, just disperse into mist and play dead. Your job is to transmit the images, don't do anything, understand?"

The black smoke on the ground seemed to understand human speech, wriggling a couple of times in a pitiful manner.

Then, like ink seeping into a crack in the ground, it flowed silently away in the direction Si Xiaonan had left.

Wu Hen pulled a screen the size of a fingernail from his pocket.

That was a simple receiver he modified using alchemical waste from this world.

The screen flickered twice, revealing a gray, hazy image—the perspective of Number 27.

Just then, the sky above suddenly darkened without warning.

It wasn't dark clouds obscuring the sun, but a more oppressive, thicker darkness, as if someone had put a lid on this huge pot.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled rumble of thunder rolled from the depths of the clouds, sounding more like the grinding teeth of some giant beast than thunder.

"coming."

Lin Qiye's pupils contracted sharply, and all the muscles in his body tensed instantly.

The oppressive feeling of an impending storm made the hairs on the back of his head stand on end.

The image on the screen began to shake violently.

In the open space in front of the temple, a blinding golden light tore through space.

Loki has arrived.

He didn't act suspiciously like a wanted criminal; instead, he was dressed in an extremely elaborate and magnificent divine king's robe.

Golden threads shimmered in the morning light, and a scepter was held in his hand.

They didn't look like they were there to fight a war; they looked more like they were there to attend a coronation ceremony.

"Tsk, dressed like a peacock displaying its plumage." Wu Hen stared at the screen and sneered.

"Is this old guy treating the battlefield like a catwalk?"

In the scene, Loki slowly walks up to Si Xiaonan, who is kneeling on one knee.

Instead of making a move, he extended a long, pale hand and gently placed it on Si Xiaonan's shoulder.

The green divine power flowed into Si Xiaonan's body like water.

His body, which had been trembling slightly from the long journey and his old injuries, miraculously calmed down.

"Isn't this outfit nice?"

Loki's voice came through the 27th receiver, carrying an elegance that sent chills down one's spine.

"Only at the grandest closing ceremony do we deserve to wear the most magnificent costumes."

"My good apprentice, you are also one of the main characters in this grand show, how can you go on stage with an injury?"

He bent slightly, and the pupils of his narrow eyes were reduced to thin lines, much like a venomous snake eyeing its prey.

There was no deep bond between master and disciple in that place; it was all chilling scheming and mockery.

"Let's go."

Loki straightened up, before Lin Qiye and Wu Hen could even see clearly,

The space around the two of them distorted and they instantly disappeared from their original spot, leaving behind only a pile of gold dust that had not yet dissipated.

"They're gone already?" Wu Hen stared at the screen that went black instantly, and spat out a curse.

"Heal him and then kill him? What is this old pervert planning?"

"He didn't intend to kill anyone." Lin Qiye withdrew his gaze, his face so dark it seemed like it could drip water.

"He wants to personally direct this Ragnarok in front of all the audience."

The smell of rust in the air grew stronger, and the distant clouds began to churn wildly, like a pot of boiling asphalt.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, turned to look at Wu Hen, and a resolute look flashed in his eyes.

"No one is watching that direction anymore."