Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Godzilla's atomic breath, like the blazing fire of the sun, completely engulfed Luo Xiaoji.

The smell of burning filled the air, and Luo Xiaoji's figure, along with his resentful eyes, turned to ashes.

"Done?"

Wu Hen's eyes widened, with a confused expression like an old man on the subway looking at his phone. Then he rubbed his hands and said with a mean smile,

"Snake soup is out of the question, but there should be barbecue, right?"

Lin Qiye glanced at him without saying a word, just staring at the scorched earth silently.

He knew that things were far from that simple.

Sure enough, at this moment, Leng Zixuan's voice came from the side: "Is it over?"

A figure in a black robe slowly walked out of the shadows.

Sinaner, the incarnation of the goddess of fate in Norse mythology, still has that mysterious smile on her face.

"No,"

Si Nan'er shook his head and said, "This is just the beginning."

Leng Zixuan frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

"Luo Xiaoji's real body is not here."

Sinan'er's gaze was cast into the distance, as if penetrating the barriers of space.

"His true body is in Asgard."

"Asgard?"

Leng Zixuan's eyes flashed with surprise, "Where are you going?"

"That's right,"

Si Naner nodded, "My plan still needs to proceed to the next stage."

"I'll go with you." Leng Zixuan said without hesitation.

Si Nan'er did not refuse, but just smiled faintly, and then the two of them flashed and disappeared from the spot.

"Asgard... the Norse God Realm..."

Lin Qiye muttered to himself in a low voice, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

Luo Xiaoji is not going to die so easily after all. It seems that a bigger storm is coming.

At the same time, a sharp pain came from the depths of Lin Qiye's soul.

Using "God's Descent" twice in a row has exceeded his body's capacity.

The backlash of his soul surged like a tide, almost swallowing him up.

"Damn..."

Lin Qiye gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, sat cross-legged on the ground, and tried to suppress the energy running wild in his body.

He must recover as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

Wu Hen looked at Lin Qiye's painful expression, and rarely put away his playful smile, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Lin Qiye did not answer, but silently circulated the power in his body, trying to leave a last trace of "miracle" on the brink of collapse.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Qiye suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, and a spatial crack slowly opened in front of him.

"gone."

Lin Qiye's figure disappeared into the space crack, leaving only Wu Hen standing there, looking at the empty space and scratching his head.

Also quickly followed.

"The Peace Office...what is that place?"

At the other end of the space, inside the Peace Office, there was silence.

Wu Nanxiang was sitting on the sofa, flipping through a magazine boredly.

Suddenly, she felt something strange and raised her head abruptly...

The night breeze blows gently on the rooftop of the Peace Office.

Wu Nanxiang, Hong Hongying and Wen Moxuan sat on the edge of the rooftop, like eggplants hit by frost, looking at the brightly lit city below with empty eyes.

A space crack appeared out of nowhere, and the figures of Lin Qiye and Wu Hen walked out of it.

Lin Qiye still had a serious expression on his face, while Wu Hen looked around and hummed an unknown tune.

"Hey, what kind of performance art are you guys doing? Collective depression? Do you want me to tell you a joke to cheer you up?" Wu Hen came forward with an expression of "I enjoy watching the fun" on his face.

Wu Nanxiang rolled his eyes at him angrily: "You still feel like joking? Captain Chen is missing!"

"What? Old Chen is missing? Did he run away? Did he owe a loan shark?"

Wu Hen was shocked, then he touched his chin, "That's not right. Old Chen is so stingy, how could he owe money..."

"What time is it! Can you please be serious!"

Hong Hongying couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into tears, "Sinan'er also left with Leng Zixuan. I don't know where they went... Wuuwuwu..."

Lin Qiye frowned, a bad premonition rising in his heart.

He looked around and asked in a deep voice, "Where are the others? Where are An Qingyu and Cao Yuan?"

Wen Moxuan sighed: "They went to investigate other incidents and haven't come back yet."

Looking at Hong Hongying crying bitterly, a trace of helplessness flashed through Lin Qiye's heart.

He endured the severe pain coming from the depths of his soul, and a faint golden light appeared on his body - that was the power of mental magic, trying to suppress his emotional fluctuations at the moment.

"Don't cry, they will come back." Although Lin Qiye's voice was still cold, it carried a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

Wu Hen watched from the side and complained in his heart: He is worthy of being the protagonist, this damn gentleness is simply irresistible!

Wait, why did I use the word “irresistible”?

I'm a straight man!

"Hey, Lao Lin, you're not in love with Miss Hongying, are you?"

Wu Hen leaned close to Lin Qiye's ear with a wicked smile and asked in a low voice.

Lin Qiye glanced at him, said nothing, and just clenched his fists silently.

Seeing this, Wu Hen tactfully shut his mouth.

He knew that now was not the time to joke.

Suddenly, a voice rang out in Wu Hen's mind: "Ding! Special mission triggered: Find the missing Captain Chen! Mission reward: A mysterious gift package!"

Wu Hen's eyes lit up and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, looks like there's going to be some fun to watch..." He murmured in a low voice, with a cunning glint in his eyes.

Lin Qiye noticed the change in Wu Hen's expression and felt vaguely uneasy.

"What are you planning again?"

Wu Hen smiled mysteriously: "The secret cannot be revealed."

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, suppressed the pain surging in the depths of his soul, and looked at Wu Nanxiang.

His tone softened a little, which was rare. "Thank Captain Chen for me. Thank him for the miracle he created."

He stretched out his hand, with golden light flashing on his palm, and gently pressed it on Wu Nanxiang's palm that was scratched by the sword energy.

The warm light flowed, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only faint traces.

"I have to go." Lin Qiye said, and forced himself to tear open a crack in space.

"Hey? Wait, Lao Lin, aren't you coming with us to find Lao Chen? This is a big SSS-level mission! The rewards must be generous!"

When Wu Hen heard that there was a mission, he instantly became energetic, with money shining in his eyes, and an attitude of "If you dare to leave, I will stop you."

"I'm not in good shape and need to recover as soon as possible."

Lin Qiye glanced at him and said in an unquestionable tone, "You stay and cooperate with them."

"Tsk, you don't understand romance."

Wu Hen curled his lips and muttered softly, "You obviously want to have a private meeting with your little lover..."

Lin Qiye ignored Wu Hen's complaints and turned around to step into the space crack.

The crack slowly closed behind him and disappeared.

Several kilometers away, in an abandoned factory, a space crack suddenly appeared and shook violently, as if it would collapse at any time.

Lin Qiye staggered out and fell to the ground before he could stand firmly.

"Cough cough..." He covered his chest, and his violent coughing echoed in the empty factory.

A tearing pain came from deep within his soul, as if countless needles were pricking his nerves.

The divine power in his body had been completely exhausted, and even maintaining Mei Xiaolin's soul had become a luxury.

"Xiao Lin..." Lin Qiye murmured softly, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred.

Mei Xiaolin's gentle smile appeared in his mind, and her soft voice echoed in his ears...

"Lin Qiye, wake up! It's time to take your medicine!"

The shrill scream woke Lin Qiye from his coma.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a cold white wall in front of him. The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

He looked around blankly and found himself lying on a hospital bed wearing a hospital gown.

A doctor in a white coat was standing in front of him, holding pills and a glass of water.

"Where is this...?" Lin Qiye struggled to sit up, but felt weak all over.

"A mental hospital, you haven't forgotten it, have you?"

The doctor sighed helplessly, "Another attack? What's it this time? God Slayer? Or the end of the world?"

Lin Qiye was stunned.

God Slayer...

The end of the world...

Were those thrilling battles and those partners who shared life and death together just a dream?

"No, it's not a dream..." He muttered to himself, with a trace of struggle and confusion in his eyes.

Suddenly, a voice rang in his mind: "Ding! Detection of host's critical condition, activation of emergency plan! Begin soul binding..."

"Who?!" Lin Qiye suddenly raised his head and looked around vigilantly, but found nothing.

"Hey, don't be afraid, buddy, I'm here to help you..."

The voice sounded again, with a hint of teasing and mystery, "Are you ready? The game has just begun..."