Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Night fell, like a huge black curtain covering the entire village, not a single light could see through.

The moment Wu Hen and Zhen Arc stepped into the village, they felt a biting chill, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"Hiss - this place is so gloomy, even more deserted than my doghouse." Wu Hen rubbed his arms and couldn't help complaining.

Joan of Arc ignored his teasing and glanced around vigilantly.

The roads in the village were deserted, the houses were dilapidated, and the air was filled with a rotten smell, like the roots of old trees that had been dead for many years.

"Something's wrong, it's too quiet here..." Joan of Arc whispered, tightening her grip on the hilt of the sword.

"Quiet? I think it's too 'peaceful'!" Wu Hen cried out in surprise and pointed forward, "Look at those villagers, they all look like they've lost their souls."

Sure enough, in an open space not far away, several villagers were wandering aimlessly. They had pale faces and empty eyes, like walking corpses.

"It's a mark of the curse..." Joan of Arc frowned, and a trace of pity flashed in her eyes.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and the villagers seemed to be stimulated by something. They turned their heads suddenly, and their empty eyes stared at Wu Hen and Zhen Arc. Then, they let out a creepy roar and pounced towards them!

"Oh my god! He's really resurrected!" Wu Hen screamed, drew the long sword from his waist and rushed forward.

Although these villagers had lost their minds, they were extremely agile and strong. Wu Hen easily dodged their attacks, but found that Joan of Arc was entangled by several villagers and was in danger for a while.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't bully girls!" Wu Hen shouted, and his figure shuttled among the villagers like a ghost. The long sword in his hand turned into cold light, forcing them back.

However, at this moment, an even more powerful evil force emerged from the depths of the village. With a deafening roar, a huge demon broke out of the ground and stood in front of Wu Hen and Zhen Arc.

"How dare you, lowly human, step into my territory!" The devil let out a deafening roar, swung his huge fist, and smashed down at Wu Hen.

"Oh my god, this guy is so unique!" Wu Hen complained while pulling Jeanne to avoid the attack. However, the power of the devil was too strong. Although Wu Hen avoided the fatal blow, he was blown away by the shock wave, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Wu Hen!" Joan of Arc exclaimed and wanted to move forward, but was blocked by the devil.

"Haha, go to hell!" The devil laughed wildly and waved his fist again, hitting Wu Hen who was lying on the ground.

"Oh no..." Wu Hen looked at the huge fist so close to him and thought to himself that something was wrong.

However, at this moment, Wu Hen's mouth suddenly curled up into a strange smile. He slowly stretched out his hand, took out a pill from his arms, and muttered to himself: "It's time to show my true skills..."

Wu Hen laughed heartily and swallowed the pill in one gulp. The next second, his injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Wow, this is really effective!" Wu Hen jumped up from the ground, patted the dust off his butt, and looked very proud.

The demon was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting this, but he quickly laughed arrogantly, "A mere trifle! Even if you recover, what good will it do? You'll still be vulnerable to my power!"

"Really? Then let me show you what real power is!" Wu Hen raised his lips to an evil smile, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Ding! System rampage mode has been activated!"

As the system prompt sounded in his mind, Wu Hen felt a powerful force surging from his body and instantly penetrating his entire body.

"Let me show you this!" Wu Hen flashed and instantly appeared in front of the demon. He punched the demon right on the chin.

"Oh!"

With a loud bang, the demon's huge body was knocked into the air by this punch and fell heavily to the ground more than ten meters away, creating a huge deep pit.

The cursed villagers around were all stunned when they saw this scene, and a hint of confusion and fear appeared in their originally empty eyes.

“How is it possible…” The demon got up from the ground and looked at Wu Hen in disbelief, “How could you possibly possess such a powerful force!”

"Haha, do you want to know? Unfortunately, you won't have the chance to know!" Wu Hen walked towards the devil step by step. With every step, his aura became stronger, and the air around him seemed to be squeezed and distorted by the powerful oppressive force emanating from him.

Next, a shocking battle unfolds over the cursed village.

The figures of Wu Hen and the devil kept intertwining in the air. Every collision erupted with a deafening roar. The terrifying energy fluctuations raged, destroying everything around them.

"Try this! A gamble!"

Wu Hen's figure flashed, and he instantly appeared behind the demon. He slapped out with one palm, and the powerful palm force turned into a golden beam of light, hitting the demon's back hard.

"Roar!"

The demon roared in pain, and its huge body was blown away by the palm, knocking down a house and stirring up a cloud of dust.

However, Wu Hen's attack did not stop because of this.

He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something:

"System, lock onto his weakness and activate the ultimate killer move - the Second Battalion Commander's Italian Cannon!"

"boom!"

A dazzling beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping the demon...

Wu Hen looked at the demon being swallowed by the light, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's over..."

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis surge in his heart. He turned around and saw a black shadow rushing towards him at an astonishing speed...

"Not good!" Wu Hen's pupils suddenly shrank. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late...

The black shadow, with a fierce murderous aura, rushed straight to Wu Hen's back!

At the critical moment, Wu Hen's body instinctively tilted to the side.

"Tear--"

With the sound of cloth tearing, Wu Hen avoided the fatal blow, but a deep bloody scratch was left on his shoulder.

"Oh my god, a sneak attack? I can't afford that!" Wu Hen covered his wound and glared at the attacker with gritted teeth.

The person standing before him was none other than the mastermind behind this demonic chaos—Satan!

"You think you can beat me?" Satan sneered, a sinister glint in his eyes. "You are too naive!"

"Tsk, you defeated general, stop pretending to be stupid!" Wu Hen curled his lips in disdain. "If I hadn't been careless just now, would you have been able to hurt me?"

"You're so stubborn!" Satan roared and pounced on Wu Hen again.

While dodging Satan's attacks, Wu Hen carefully observed his movements, constantly recalling the details of the previous battle in his mind.

Suddenly, Wu Hen's eyes lit up. He discovered that every time Satan launched an attack, a faint black light would flash across his chest!

"Haha, I finally found it!" Wu Hen was ecstatic, "Your weak spot is right there!"

Wu Hen no longer hesitated. He concentrated all his strength and punched Satan in the chest!

With a loud bang, Satan let out a shrill scream, and his body quickly deflated like a punctured balloon, and finally turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated into the air.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the demon Satan and receiving the reward:..."

The system prompt sounded, but Wu Hen no longer had the mind to pay attention to it.

He walked to where Satan disappeared and looked down carefully.

Only a black rune was left on the ground, emitting a strange aura.

"This aura..." Wu Hen frowned, "It's exactly the same as the one from those cursed villagers before!"

"Could it be that... there is someone else behind all this?"

A strong sense of uneasiness suddenly surged in Wu Hen's heart.

"It seems that this battle is far from over..."

Wu Hen clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with determination.

He turned to look at Jeanne, "Come on, let's go to the next place!"

Joan of Arc nodded and followed Wu Hen.

The two came to the edge of the village, where there was an ancient stone road leading to a mist-shrouded mountain in the distance.

"According to the map, there is an ancient relic on that mountain..." Wu Hen pointed in the direction of the mountain and said to Jeanne.

Jeanne looked at the eerie entrance before her and slowly drew the longsword from her waist...