Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

There was deathly silence inside the temple of Takama-ga-hara.

Wu Hen and Jia Lan stood side by side in front of the huge mural, like two solidified sculptures.

The air was filled with the dust deposited by the years and the sad atmosphere after the dissipation of divinity, and every ray of light seemed particularly heavy.

Although the colors of the murals have faded, the thrilling battles depicted on them are still breathtaking.

The first painting shows Amaterasu, the goddess representing the sun, and Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, the god representing the moon, facing each other above the clouds.

Amaterasu Omikami is surrounded by golden light, sacred and majestic.

But those eyes that should have illuminated everything were filled with determination and deep sorrow.

And her brother, Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, had a handsome face shrouded in the silver moonlight.

The eyes that should have been cold were now filled with a crazy blood color, and the corners of his mouth were raised in a strange and cruel arc.

Behind them, countless gods trembled, and the sky and earth changed color.

"So, the legendary breakup between Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi turned out to be such a brutal battle..."

Galan's voice was very soft, with a barely perceptible tremor.

She had always thought it was just a dispute in mythology, but she never expected it to be a life-and-death battle that would determine the survival of the entire pantheon.

Wu Hen didn't say anything, his deep eyes were fixed on the second painting.

On the screen, the golden light and the silver moon collided, blended, and annihilated crazily.

The violent divine power tore the sky apart, and the palace of Takama-ga-hara was reduced to rubble in the aftermath.

At the center of this destruction, Amaterasu Omikami used up her last bit of divine power.

He held the three sacred treasures in his hands - Yasakani no Magatama, Yata no Kagami, and Ame no Murakumo sword.

It turned into a stream of light and was thrown violently into the corner of the picture.

In that corner, a burly male god holding a spear,

He was looking up at the catastrophe, his face full of shock and pain.

He is none other than the last of the Three Noble Sons, the God of the Sea, Susanoo.

"She gave the sacred weapon to Susanoo..." Wu Hen's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he finally understood.

This is not a simple feud between brothers, but a premeditated sacrifice and inheritance.

The last mural confirmed his guess.

The golden light and the silver moon were completely extinguished, and the figures of Amaterasu Omikami and Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto perished together in the center of the destruction, turning into light spots in the sky and dissipating.

Susanoo, who had obtained the three sacred weapons, had red eyes and his divine power surged.

Instead of mourning his deceased siblings, he turned his attention to

Rushed towards the other gods who survived the war but had been corrupted by madness.

It was a bloody massacre and a ruthless purge.

Susanoo's figure looked extremely lonely and hideous amidst the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

"So... Susanoo was not the culprit who destroyed Takamagahara,"

"Is he carrying out his sister's final order to cleanse the polluted gods?"

Jia Lan suddenly realized that this discovery overturned all her cognition.

"He is the last guardian and the only executioner."

"Yes and no." Wu Hen's gaze shifted away from the mural, but his brows furrowed even deeper.

His brain was working rapidly, connecting all the clues.

The mural explains the past, but raises a more fatal question.

"The root cause of Takamagahara's destruction lies in the crimson moon. When the crimson moon rises, the gods will go mad."

"Tsukuyomi was obviously the first to be deeply contaminated. Amaterasu chose to die with him in order to prevent the spread of madness."

"And entrusted the mission of purification to Susanoo, who may not have been completely corrupted at the time."

Wu Hen's voice was low and calm, and every word was like a heavy stone.

"But the question is, since the influence of the Red Moon has always existed, how could Susanoo survive after the Great Purge?"

"Alone in this ruin, keeping your sanity until now?"

"He's also a god. How can he resist the erosion of the red moon?"

This question, like a sharp thorn, pierced into the two people's thoughts which had just become clear.

yeah why?

Could it be that the three sacred artifacts have the effect of resisting pollution?

But if that's the case, why doesn't Amaterasu use it herself?

Wu Hen's eyes flashed with thought, and an ominous premonition quietly rose in his heart.

He felt that he seemed to have overlooked a most critical link.

"He might..."

Wu Hen was about to express his guess, but his voice stopped abruptly!

Rumble——!

The entire temple, no, the entire land of Takama-ga-hara, began to tremble violently at this moment!

The dome above was covered in broken stones, and the ancient beams and pillars groaned under the heavy weight, as if they would collapse at any moment.

Immediately afterwards, a roar filled with endless pain, madness and tyranny came from the distant sky!

"Roar--!!!"

The roar seemed to come from the demon in the deepest part of hell. With the power to tear apart the soul, it penetrated the thick walls of the temple and hit the eardrums of Wu Hen and Jia Lan hard.

Galan's face turned pale instantly, his body went limp, and he almost fell to the ground.

This divine power was more terrifying than any enemy they had encountered before. It was a tremor that came from the instinct of life!

Wu Hen's heart suddenly shrank and his pupils shrank into the most dangerous needle-like shape.

He was just wondering how Susanoo remained sane, but now it seemed the answer was self-evident.

He wasn't keeping his sanity at all!

In other words, his sanity has completely collapsed at this moment!

"It's Susanoo! Go!"

Wu Hen's reaction was so quick that he didn't have time to explain.

He grabbed Galan's cold wrist, turned around and rushed out of the temple.

His mind was blank, leaving only the most primitive instinct of survival.

The madness and destructiveness in that roar left him no doubt.

Once they are caught by the other party, they will be torn to pieces in less than a second!

The two ran as fast as they could in the shaking palace corridor, and the buildings behind them were collapsing in pieces.

The terrifying roars were like the beat of a death drum, each one getting closer and closer, as if the ancient ferocious beast was approaching at high speed.

Finally, they tumbled and crawled out of the temple gate, and the dazzling blood-red moonlight enveloped them again.

"Go to where we got off the carriage!" Wu Hen shouted, pulling Jia Lan and running desperately in the direction they came from.

That was their only escape route.

However, just as they were about to reach the clearing,

A smell that was out of tune with the tense and destructive atmosphere around them suddenly entered their nostrils.

It was a...rich meaty aroma that made one's mouth water.

The aroma of cumin, chili, oil and meat combined perfectly under high temperature,

It domineeringly dispelled the smell of blood and dust in the air, and tenaciously stimulated the taste buds of both people.

Wu Hen and Jia Lan stopped in their tracks at the same time, both with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

They followed the scent and looked ahead in astonishment.

I saw a bonfire lit next to their quaint carriage.

There was a simple barbecue grill on the bonfire, and a familiar figure was squatting in front of the fire.

Holding a few skewers of sizzling lamb in one hand and a fan in the other,

He was fanning himself in a very professional manner, muttering to himself while sprinkling seasonings.

The man was wearing a pure white wizard's robe, but on the outside he was wearing a floral apron that he had gotten from somewhere and looked extremely out of place.

If not Merlin, then who else could it be?

The legendary great magician was concentrating on the skewers in his hands.

He turned a deaf ear to the earth-shattering noise behind him, like a barbecue stall owner concentrating on cooking in a night market.

Wu Hen and Jia Lan were completely stunned, their brains temporarily shut down by the surreal scene before them.

They had just escaped from the brink of death, their hearts were still beating wildly.

But... what greeted them was such a mundane scene?

"Merlin?" Wu Hen called out tentatively, his voice a little shaky.

"You...what are you doing?" Merlin's calm face said,

He actually revealed a gentle smile and dusted off his hands.

It was as if he had just casually solved a trivial matter.

"Okay, the threat is over,"

He said it lightly, then changed the subject and his tone became lighter.

"You two, and this beautiful lady, must be hungry after such a long journey."

"Wait a moment, I'll prepare dinner for you."

Wu Hen and Lin Qiye looked at each other and saw a hint of confusion in each other's eyes.

What's the situation?

The style of painting changed too quickly, didn't it?

Just now it was a life-and-death battle between gods, and the next second they are going to start camping in the wild?

Wu Hen was complaining wildly in his heart, is it possible that the train of thought of this legendary wizard is a little different from that of ordinary people?

He felt that his thinking was almost unable to keep up.

However, Merlin's next words made Wu Hate feel completely numb.

He then added slowly, "When I was young, I traveled around Daxia for a while and have a good understanding of the cuisine there."

"Tonight, I'll let you taste the kebabs I made myself."

"Guaranteed to be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sprinkled with cumin and chili powder, the taste...tsk tsk."

"..."

Wu Hen opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Grilled...lamb kebabs?

Or did it come from the mouth of this great Western wizard who has lived for who knows how many years and exudes a mysterious aura?

The visual effect is so strong!

It was so strong that he even began to suspect that he was hallucinating because of excessive mental stress.

Lin Qiye, who was beside him, couldn't help but twitch his usually calm face.

Obviously, he was also shocked by this sudden "food declaration".

It feels like you are watching an epic fantasy movie.

The protagonist just destroyed a legion with a forbidden spell, and then the camera turned,

He took out a big spoon and started to stir the rice, while shouting "My friends, please follow me and double-click 666"...

It's incongruous! It's so incongruous!

Just when Wu Hen and Lin Qiye fell into deep self-doubt,

A faint roar, full of madness and brutality, drifted over from a very far distance on the wind.

The sound seemed to be able to penetrate people's eardrums and strike deep into the soul, full of unwillingness, resentment and the madness of destroying everything.

Wu Hen's face darkened instantly.

His keen intuition developed as a time traveler told him that the owner of this voice was definitely an extremely dangerous person.

"Did you hear that?" He immediately turned to Merlin and asked solemnly.

"heard it."

Merlin didn't even turn around, and just then he produced a bunch of iron skewers and processed mutton chunks from nowhere.

The meat was skewered skillfully, as if the devastating roar was just an appetizer before dinner.

"It's Susanoo. It seems he's going completely crazy."

His tone was as flat as if he was saying "It's a nice day today", but the content of his words made Wu Hen's heart tighten.

Susanoo! One of the three noble sons of Takama-ga-hara, the legendary God of Destruction!

Wu Hen's heart sank.

His worst fear happened.

Although they have temporarily escaped the crisis, a greater catastrophe is brewing.

He glanced at Merlin subconsciously, and an idea popped up in his mind uncontrollably.

"You... don't want to leave us and take care of him on your own?" Wu Hen asked tentatively.

This question is critical.

Merlin is unfathomable. If he wants to fight Susanoo alone, Wu Hen has no doubt that he has the ability to do so.

But if that happened, the three of them would become a burden and being abandoned here would almost be inevitable.

In this foreign land full of dangers, the consequences of losing Merlin, the greatest support, can be imagined.

"no no."

Merlin shook his head and picked up a skewer of lamb.

It was roasted on a bonfire that had been lit at some unknown time, and its posture was as leisurely as a tourist on vacation.

"Fighting is not my forte. Compared to preventing an inevitable destruction, I am more interested in the 'truth' behind all this."

He paused, and a glimmer of wisdom that seemed to see through everything flashed in his blue eyes.

"Don't worry, someone will stop this catastrophe."

This sentence was like a bombshell, exploding in Wu Hen and Lin Qiye's hearts.

Anyone else?

In this land almost abandoned by the gods, who else can stop a god of destruction who is about to go completely berserk, except them and Merlin?

"Who is it?" Wu Hen almost blurted out. This question was too important. It concerned the life and death of everyone.

However, Merlin just smiled mysteriously and turned over the sizzling lamb kebabs.

Sprinkle a pinch of crystal salt and let the tempting aroma spread in the air.

"The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."

It’s this weird shit again!

Wu Hen felt like he had punched cotton, his heart filled with anxiety and worry.

All of their thoughts were blocked by the other party's nonchalant attitude.

He knew that asking further would yield no results.

This old guy is tight-lipped than a safe.

A deep feeling of powerlessness came over me.

He took the first skewer of grilled lamb handed to him by Merlin, and took a big bite with a heart full of confusion and disappointment.

Not to mention, it tastes really good.

The flavor of the spices was just right, and the juiciness of the lamb burst in my mouth, instantly dispelling some of the gloom in my heart.

Galan next to him couldn't wait any longer, so he took his portion and ate it in small bites, his eyes narrowed into crescents in happiness.

She ate very quickly and finished the whole string in the blink of an eye. Then she stared at the handful in Wu Hen's hand, her saliva almost flowing out.

Wu Hen noticed her gaze and raised his eyebrows.

Jia Lan immediately looked away like a frightened little rabbit, wiped the corner of his mouth, and whispered in defense: "I... I'm full."

Wu Hen found it a bit funny to see that he was trying to cover up his mistake.

At this time, Merlin looked at the handful of mutton skewers left in his hand.

She seemed a little worried: "It seems I prepared too much. I can't finish it all, but it would be a pity to throw it away..."

Before he could finish his words, a petite figure rushed over.

Jia Lan protected the pile of meat skewers, raised his little face,

He looked at Merlin with sincerity: "Don't... don't throw it!"

"I think... I can eat a little more. We can't waste food!"

Looking at her solemn expression of "protecting food for the people of the world", Wu Hen and Lin Qiye couldn't help laughing out loud.

This girl's obsession with "eating" is really deep.

The laughter temporarily diluted the solemn atmosphere, but the question in Wu Hen's heart still lingered.

Who is it?

Who can stop Susanoo?

Countless names flashed through his mind, but were rejected one by one.

Until finally, a familiar figure, a name he had not seen for a long time, jumped out without warning.

Could it be him?

Zhou Ping... Is he coming back?

Wu Hen gnawed on a mutton skewer, his eyes fixed on the distant sky covered by dark clouds.

His heart was filled with confusion and a hint of anticipation that he himself hadn't even noticed.