Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Jia Lan burped contentedly and rubbed his round belly.

He collapsed on the soft grass, not wanting to move even a finger.

The lamb roasted by Merlin himself has a crispy outer skin and is tender and juicy inside.

Every bite was like an ultimate carnival for the taste buds, making her, a saint who claimed to be a gourmet, almost swallow her tongue.

"No, no, Senior Merlin, I really can't eat anymore."

She waved her hands, with a look of happy distress on her face.

"If you eat any more, I'll turn into a ball and roll back."

Merlin chuckled, his old face full of kindness.

With a wave of his hand, the bonfire and the remaining mutton disappeared without a trace, as if they had never existed.

He looked at the three young men in front of him who were almost exhausted.

He said slowly: "Just rest here tonight. You've been running around for so long, it's time for you to relax."

"Wait until tomorrow, I have another gift for you."

Gift?

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

A real god, giving them a gift?

This doesn't sound like pie in the sky.

Wu Hen's mind started to work at high speed in an instant. As a time traveler,

He is well aware of the iron rule that "there is no free lunch in the world", especially in this strange world where gods and demons coexist.

Merlin's power is undeniable. One of his "gifts" is

Its value and the deeper meaning hidden behind it are worthy of their deep consideration.

Is it some kind of powerful magic item?

Or is it some kind of inheritance that requires a price to be paid?

Or... a mission that cannot be refused?

Lin Qiye was more direct. His steady gaze fell on Merlin.

He didn't say anything, but the inquiry in his eyes was clear.

They met Merlin by chance, why would he give them gifts?

Merlin seemed to see through their thoughts and just smiled mysteriously.

He didn't explain much, but instead kept the secret: "Don't think too much, young man."

"Just consider it... a small token of my appreciation for you brave men who dare to face the darkness."

He paused, raised the wooden stick in his hand, and gently tapped the ground.

"I can't let you sleep on the grass."

The moment the words fell, Wu Hen and Lin Qiye only felt a slight tremor coming from the ground beneath their feet.

Then, in front of their extremely shocked eyes,

Countless golden magic light particles gathered in the open space before him.

Like a swarm of fireflies controlled by an invisible giant hand, they began to intertwine, outline, and construct rapidly!

The soil and grass automatically turned to the sides, and a flat white marble foundation rose from the ground.

The light particles condensed into huge beams and pillars, rising from the ground and supporting the magnificent dome.

Exquisite reliefs automatically appear on the walls, depicting ancient legends and mysterious runes.

Windows, doors, tables, chairs, beds... everything happened in just a few seconds.

Constructed from nothing by pure magic!

A white palace, not grand but definitely exquisite and elegant, appeared in front of them out of thin air.

"Fuck..." Wu Hen couldn't help but swear.

In his previous life, he had seen countless Hollywood blockbusters with top special effects.

But no computer special effects in any movie can compare to the miraculous scene before our eyes.

This is no longer magic, this is creation!

It is the divine authority that makes the law come true!

Lin Qiye also had a dull look on his face. He opened his mouth and

But I found that any language seemed so pale and powerless in front of this scene.

Is this... the power of God?

Just creating a palace just to give them a place to sleep?

"Okay, there are three rooms inside. You can divide them among yourselves."

Merlin smiled as if he had done something insignificant and pointed to the palace gate.

There was a subtle cunning in his tone.

"Go to bed early, we have important things to do tomorrow."

Three rooms...

Wu Hen caught the key word instantly. There happened to be two men and one woman here.

He subconsciously glanced at Jia Lan beside him, and saw that the Saint Lady who had been so carefree just now,

At this moment, her pretty face was so red that it was about to bleed.

She first glanced at Wu Hen secretly, then quickly lowered her head.

He was nervously twisting the corners of his clothes with his hands and mumbling something quietly, but no one could hear it.

"I...I'll go in first!"

Jialan almost screamed out these words, and then like a frightened little rabbit,

He rushed into the palace without looking back, picked a room at random, and slammed the door shut.

Looking at her fleeing back, Wu Hen couldn't describe the feeling in his heart.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxed, but deep down in his heart,

Yet, an inexplicable sense of loss suddenly welled up in my mind.

He shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. What on earth was he expecting?

At the same time, in the distant territory of Daxia, there was a remote town shrouded in darkness.

In the only tavern in the town, a man wearing a tattered Taoist robe,

The man with messy hair was sleeping soundly on the table, with several empty bottles scattered around him.

He is Lu Wuwei, a man who is marked as "extremely dangerous" in the internal files of the Night Watch.

But you can try to contact him", a madman who even gods would dare to find for money.

The door of the tavern was pushed open and two figures walked in.

The leading woman was tall and slender, with a cold face. Her black combat uniform perfectly highlighted her capable temperament.

It was An Qingyu, the deputy captain of the fifth special team of the Daxia Night Watch.

Following behind her was a chubby man, Baili Pangpang.

An Qingyu walked to Lu Wuwei's desk and tapped it lightly.

"Mr. Lu Wuwei."

Lu Wuwei didn't even raise his eyelids, but just mumbled incoherently: "No money, get out."

An Qingyu remained calm, took out a photo from his pocket, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Lu Wuwei.

The photo shows the side faces of Wu Hen and Lin Qiye.

"We are not here to collect debts, we are here to entrust a task."

An Qingyu's voice was calm and clear, "We are looking for these two people."

"The reward is three times what you received for your last mission."

When Lu Wuwei heard the word "three times", his ears moved.

He slowly raised his head and took a sleepy look at the photo.

He looked at An Qingyu again, a playful smile on his face: "The Night Watchman came to see me personally?"

"It seems that the person you are looking for is not an ordinary person."

"They are very important." An Qingyu said concisely.

Lu Wuwei stretched, yawned, picked up the photo and looked at it for a moment.

Then he threw it on the table and lay back down.

"No."

"Why?" Baili Pangpang couldn't help but ask.

"These two guys... their fates are too tough, and they're too involved. If we go after them, we'll be in trouble."

Lu Wuwei's voice became slurred again, as if he was about to fall asleep again. "I won't accept it no matter how much money you offer."

"You should seek help from someone else."

An Qingyu frowned slightly. She didn't expect the other party to refuse so bluntly.

Takama-ga-hara, inside the white palace.

Wu Hen walked into his room, where there was a soft carpet and a comfortable big bed.

There was even a faint fragrance in the air, everything was so perfect.

He lay in bed, his mind still replaying Merlin's amazing scene.

And Galan's shy and flustered look.

He sighed, closed his eyes, and prepared to force himself to sleep.

After days of fighting and running around, he was already exhausted to the extreme.

Just as his consciousness was gradually becoming blurred, there was a sudden and rapid knock on the door.

Wu Hen shuddered, instantly waking up, turning over and sitting up, and asked warily, "Who?"

There was no answer from the outside, but the door lock was opened with a "click".

A petite figure rushed in like a gust of wind, holding a large pillow and a quilt.

It’s Galan.

Wu Hen was completely stunned, his mind went blank.

He stared blankly at the woman holding the quilt, standing in the middle of the room.

Galan looked uneasy and didn't know how to react for a moment.

She...what does she mean?

Galan felt even more embarrassed when he looked at her. Her cheeks flushed and she avoided his gaze, not daring to look him in the eye.

She hugged the quilt and explained in a low voice: "Um... I, I'm a little scared to sleep alone..."

"It's too quiet here, and... and that magic that Senior Merlin just performed was too scary."

"I always feel that this house will disappear in the next second..."

The more she spoke, the softer her voice became, until it was almost inaudible.

"Can I...can I sleep on the floor here with you? I promise not to disturb you!"

It turned out to be the case.

Wu Hen suddenly realized, and the tense string in his heart completely relaxed.

He looked at the pitiful girl in front of him, who no longer looked like the saint she usually was.

She's clearly a little girl who's afraid of the dark.

His heart softened, he smiled helplessly and got off the bed.

"You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the floor."

"Ah? How can this be possible!" Galan waved his hands quickly.

"It's nothing for a grown man to sleep on the floor."

"You're a girl, it's better for you to sleep in a comfortable bed."

Wu Hen said without allowing any argument, and had already started to spread his quilt on the floor, "It's settled."

Looking at Wu Hen's determined back, Jia Lan was stunned for a moment, bit his lip, and a trace of imperceptible loss flashed through his heart.

But soon, this sense of loss was replaced by a warm feeling.

She held her own bedding and walked to the bedside obediently.

Looking at Wu Hen who was already lying on the ground, he said softly, "Thank you, Wu Hen."

"Go to bed early." Wu Hen had his back to her and his voice was a little unclear.

The room soon fell into silence, with only the sound of the two people's shallow breathing.

Outside the palace, Merlin stood alone in the night.

He looked up at the sky, his eyes seemed to penetrate the boundary wall of Takamagahara.

It fell on the scarlet moon that was hanging high in the night sky of the main world, emitting an ominous light.

A touching smile appeared on his old face and he shook his head slightly.

"Alas, young man..."

However, before he finished speaking, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

A hint of surprise flashed in his deep eyes, as if he heard something he shouldn't have heard.