Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The golden lightning did not strike down and blast them to ashes as Wu Hen had expected.

Instead, a wild laugh, so arrogant it seemed to blow the top of your head off, came from the clouds.

"Hahahaha! Where did this hairy god come from? Stick your head out and let me, Old Sun, give you a whack!"

Wu Hen was still in a daze when he heard a loud "boom".

The crack in the golden cloud looked as if it had been forcibly torn open by a monkey with a grizzly, thunderous mouth.

Immediately following, a large iron rod with dark red lava patterns wrapped around it and gold rings at both ends appeared.

With immense power and lightning, it plunged down without warning into the still-dazed Asgardian gods below.

"That's... the Golden Cudgel?!" Lin Qiye's pupils widened in shock. He instinctively tried to sit up, but the movement aggravated his wounds, causing him to wince in pain.

"You impudent monkey, you've crossed the line."

Another cold voice followed closely behind.

Above the clouds, the one-eyed crack suddenly opened.

A beam of silver light capable of burning through space shot out, arriving first and instantly killing a god who was about to launch a sneak attack on the king.

A valiant man clad in silver armor, with vertical eyes on his forehead, wielded a three-pointed, double-edged sword.

He actually stepped on the falling golden cudgel, sliding down like a silver lightning bolt.

Wherever the blade passed, several nearby gods exploded into a bloody mist in mid-air before they could even scream.

"Yang Jian?! You three-eyed bastard, how dare you steal my head?!"

The monkey wearing golden chainmail leaped down from the clouds.

He suddenly produced an iron rod, kicked Yang Jian in the shoulder for leverage, and used the force to rush directly into the pile of gods.

"Bang bang bang!"

It's like a bowling ball hitting a pile of pins.

Lin Qiye only felt a blur before his eyes, and the monkey had already transformed into a golden whirlwind.

There are no fancy spells, just pure power and speed.

With each strike, a deity was inevitably swatted into the ground like a fly.

The seemingly indestructible surface of Asgard was instantly riddled with more than a dozen meteorite craters.

"Is this some kind of mythical arena tournament?"

Wu Hen's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; the despair he had felt just moments before, a sense of certain death, instantly transformed into a feeling of absurdity.

"Are all the gods of the Great Xia Dynasty so short-tempered?"

"Watch your wording, this is 'efficient'."

The cigarette in Zuo Qing's mouth was almost burning down to the sponge tip, but he still took a deep drag.

He couldn't hide the smug look on his face. "I told you, this number of people isn't enough."

In the center of the battlefield, Yang Jian snorted coldly, his three-pointed double-edged sword flashing in a beautiful arc.

With a single stroke, he severed the heads of two gods who were trying to escape.

He glanced back at Sun Wukong, who was scratching his head and complaining that he wasn't satisfied with the killing: "You're too slow."

"You couldn't beat me five hundred years ago, and you can't beat me today either."

"Bullshit! Those two were mine!"

Sun Wukong got angry and smashed a nearby palace to pieces with a single blow of his staff.

"Let's go again! Whoever kills a hundred first is the grandpa!"

"boring."

As Yang Jian spoke, his hands instantly quickened their movements by thirty percent.

He transformed into a silver streak, hurtling straight toward the divine battle formation in the distance, which was trying to regroup.

This was a one-sided massacre.

Lin Qiye watched those two legendary figures unleash their power amidst the horde of gods, feeling both shocked and relieved.

What Asgard, what Norse god-like power? Compared to these two, they're as fragile as paper.

However, before he could completely relax, a graceful and elegant figure silently landed beside Zuo Qing.

"Stop looking, it's not over yet."

The newcomer was a beautiful woman dressed in palace attire, holding an ancient Kunlun mirror in her hands, her expression solemn.

"Senior Queen Mother of the West?" Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat.

The Queen Mother of the West had no time for pleasantries; she stared intently at the frantically flashing red dots on the Kunlun Mirror.

Speaking very quickly: "Those two brutes were fighting too enthusiastically and made a big commotion."

"Odin's main army has been alerted, thirty... no,

At least thirty-two main god-level auras are rapidly converging on this side, with the fastest arriving in a minute.

"How...how much?!" Wu Hen had just gotten halfway up when he heard this number, his legs went weak, and he sat back down.

"Thirty-two? And they're God-level beings? Big sister, you're not kidding, are you?"

"How many of us are there? How are we supposed to fight? This is suicide!"

It's like thinking you've cleared the beginner village, only to be told by the system that turning left outside leads to the max-level Demon King's Cave.

The excitement I felt just now was instantly extinguished, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over my head.

Lin Qiye clenched his fist, his nails digging into his flesh: "More than thirty main gods... plus Odin... even the Great Sage and the True Lord couldn't withstand this kind of war of attrition."

"Who said we were going to tough it out?"

Zuo Qing casually threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, but there was no trace of panic on his face.

He looked up and pointed to the chaotic sky above.

"There are two more people hiding behind those two violent freaks."

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen looked in the direction he pointed.

In that high-altitude dead corner, amidst the surging divine power and turbulent spatial currents, two figures, one large and one small, floated silently.

The adult was wearing a wrinkled white lab coat and thick-rimmed glasses.

His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest; he looked like a shut-in programmer.

Beside him floated a little boy wearing a black and white striped hospital gown, holding a game controller in his hand.

"Locked up? Yuri Takishiro?" Lin Qiye was stunned.

"What are they doing here? A battle of this level, they..."

That nerdy guy is the host of [Shiva's Grudge]. Although he's a genius madman, his combat strength isn't top-notch.

As for the little boy, he was a child with absolutely no fighting ability.

Even if those two fall, they'll be killed by the aftershocks of the battle, right?

"Lin Qiye, you'll remember this."

Zuo Qing straightened his collar, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"In this world, some battles are fought with fists, but some battles... are fought with brains and 'rules'."

The words have not yet fallen.

The little boy high in the sky, Yuri Takishiro, suddenly looked down at the chaotic battlefield below.

There was no fear in those clear, big eyes, only the pure joy of seeing a fun toy.

He slowly raised his right hand, his slender fingers snapping in the air.

"Snapped."

Despite the deafening battle cries and thunderous explosions on the battlefield, this soft snap of the fingers...

Yet, strangely, it drowned out all other sounds and clearly penetrated the ears of every living being.

next second.

The light disappeared.

It wasn't that it got dark; rather, all the colors in the world were instantly stripped away.

The originally colorful divine power, the crimson blood, and the golden lightning all turned into the ultimate black and white at this moment.

Time seemed to have been paused.

Sun Wukong, who was wielding his golden cudgel, froze in mid-air.

The god, who was raising his spear, stared blankly with his mouth agape, and even the drifting dust seemed to freeze in place.

Only a pair of eyes slowly opened in this deathly silent black and white world.

Those were enormous pupils that occupied half the sky.

His left eye was a deep black, his right eye a stark white, and deep within those pupils, a cross-shaped star representing data flickered.

An indescribable chill crept up Lin Qiye's spine.

It wasn't the fear of facing a powerful enemy, but a sense of horror that felt like one's own dimension had been downgraded and one's existence had been taken over by some higher will.

In the darkness, a line of large, pixelated text, flashing with a cold, fluorescent light, suddenly jumped out and stretched across the sky and earth:

【GAME START】

"This……"

Wu Hen felt like his tongue was tied in knots. He realized he could still move, but the gods around him were like NPCs locked in code.

"What the hell is this? A domain? Or an illusion?"

"neither."

Zuo Qing's voice rang out in the darkness, tinged with a maniacal laugh, "Welcome to... the 'Reality' Modifier."

Just as the pixelated text flickered, Guan, who was suspended in mid-air, pushed up his reflective glasses.

Ten fingers began to frantically tap in the air, producing a rapid, rain-like sound even though there was no keyboard.

"Code injection complete. Underlying logic refactoring... Scene rendering loading... Collision volume correction..."

He mumbled incomprehensible jargon under his breath, and then, with a heavy thud, he pressed the last Enter key.

The originally broken Rainbow Bridge ground began to automatically flip and reassemble like Lego bricks.

"The first stage isn't even finished yet, what's the rush?"

Guan glanced at the thirty-odd terrifying auras approaching from afar, then gently swiped his finger downwards.