Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The night was as dark as ink, shrouding the Fengji family's simple and elegant mansion in silence.

However, this tranquility was soon torn apart by a staggering figure and the thick smell of blood.

"Little Lord!"

The guards in the courtyard cried out in surprise, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound and gasped.

Yuuri Takishiro is back.

His black suit, designed for combat, was no longer recognizable.

It was torn to shreds, dark red blood soaked every inch of the fabric.

In some places, it has solidified into hard black blocks, emitting a strange smell mixed with rust and decay.

On his exposed skin, new wounds and old scars were crisscrossed.

The most horrifying thing was the claw mark on his left arm that was so deep that the bone was visible. It was only bandaged briefly.

Blood continued to seep out, leaving a series of shocking bloody footprints on the bluestone road where he walked.

His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were surprisingly bright in the darkness.

It was as if a never-extinguished flame was burning, supporting his almost collapsed body.

"I'm fine." Yuuri Takishiro's voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

He waved his hand, signaling the guards who had surrounded him to retreat, and walked straight towards the main house.

The door was opened from the inside with a "swish", and Yurina was wearing a plain kimono.

She stood at the door with a pretty face full of anxiety and worry.

When her eyes fell on Yuuri Takishiro's miserable appearance as if he had crawled back from hell,

Her heart tightened instantly, her eyes became hot, and mist quickly filled her eyes.

"Takibai!" She rushed forward, wanting to help him.

But seeing that he was covered in blood and wounds, his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

He didn't know where to put it, afraid that touching it would only worsen his already severely injured body.

"You...you are trying to kill yourself! Look at your injuries!" Yurina's voice was filled with tears.

Filled with uncontrollable heartache, "Quick! Go and rest! I've asked the doctor to wait in the side room!"

"Sister, I told you, it's okay." Yuri Takibai forced a soothing smile.

But this smile looked particularly fragile on his pale face. "They are just superficial wounds. I won't die."

"Skin injury?!" Yurina's voice suddenly rose, and she pointed at his arm that was bleeding profusely.

Tears finally fell uncontrollably, "Is this called a superficial wound?! Any deeper and your hand would be broken! Did you know that?"

At this moment, a guard rushed in from outside in a panic, even forgetting to announce,

He knelt down in front of the two men and shouted at a rapid speed: "Miss! Young Master! Urgent information!"

"A massive beast wave has appeared outside the Xijing defense line. The S-ranked beast 'Nine Nether Cat' has appeared. The front line... the front line is almost overwhelmed!"

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Yurina's face suddenly turned paler than her brother's.

And Yuuri Takishiro, those eyes that were originally slightly dimmed due to fatigue,

But the moment he heard the words "Nine Netherworld Cat", the terrifying light was rekindled.

He turned around almost without hesitation and ordered the guard, "Prepare the car, prepare to 'slay the demon', I'll be there immediately."

"No!" Yurina grabbed his other arm tightly.

Her nails dug deep into his sleeves from the force she applied. "You can't go! If you go like this, you'll die!"

"You're not the only one in the Fuuji family! Let Takuya go! Let the elders go! Anyone can go, but you can't!"

"Sister, it's too late." Yuri Takibai turned around, his eyes frighteningly calm.

"The speed and stealth capabilities of the Nine Nether Cat are something only I can keep up with."

"Every minute of delay will result in tens of thousands of dead souls in the city behind the defense line."

“They can’t wait.”

"But your body can't wait!" Yurina almost begged.

Yuri Takibai was silent for a moment, then he gently held his sister's cold hand.

Those eyes burning with fire looked deeply into her.

Although his voice was hoarse, it carried an unquestionable firmness and depth.

"Sister, do you still remember why I must become this 'pioneer'?"

Yurina was stunned.

"Because someone has to be the first to rush forward, someone has to use their own flesh and blood,"

"To test the monster's trump card, to tear open the strongest line of defense." He said slowly,

"If those of us who have power always wait for a foolproof plan and always let others take the lead,"

"So who will protect those ordinary people who are unarmed while they are waiting?"

"They don't even qualify as cannon fodder; they will simply be swallowed up silently."

"My mission is not to achieve a magnificent victory, but to win in the shortest possible time."

"Use the most direct method to create even the slightest chance of victory for those behind you."

"That's what 'pioneer' means."

"I walk in front so that more people can walk safely behind me."

His words were not harsh, but they were like a heavy hammer, hitting Yurina's heart hard.

She looked at her brother's young yet weathered face, and his awareness that transcended personal life and death.

All the words of dissuasion were stuck in my throat and could no longer be uttered.

Yes, this is her younger brother, Yuuri Takishiro.

Always carry the responsibility on your shoulders, always use your bruised body,

To hold up a sky for the millions of people behind you.

After a long time, Yurina let go of her hand, raised her sleeves, and wiped the tears from her face.

When he raised his head again, the weakness and worry in his eyes had faded away.

Instead, there was the decisiveness and sharpness of the eldest daughter of the Fengji family.

"Go." She only said two words, but her voice was unusually steady.

"But remember, you must come back alive."

"The Fengji family cannot live without you."

"I promise."

Yuri Takibai looked at her deeply, then turned and strode away.

The blood-stained back looked extremely tragic and majestic in the night.

Seeing her brother disappear at the end of the courtyard, Yurina's expression instantly turned cold.

It was a chill that was like ice.

She slowly turned around and spoke to the shadow behind her in an emotionless tone.

"Takuya."

A dark figure appeared silently and knelt on one knee: "Miss."

"Call all members of 'Wind Blade' and gather at the door in five minutes." Yurina's voice was as cold as the Siberian wind.

Takuya was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion: "Big and Small House, are we... going to support the young master?"

A cold arc appeared on the corner of Yurina's mouth. There was no warmth in that smile, only murderous intent.

"Support? No."

She paced lightly, her eyes casting towards the distant city lights shrouded in the shadow of the beast disaster.

He said slowly: "He has his battlefield, and we have ours."

"So... what does the young lady mean?" Takuya was even more confused.

Yurina stopped and turned her head, with a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"My brother was out there, bleeding to death, protecting those idiots."

"There are always some ignorant flies who think they can sit back and reap the benefits by hiding behind and fanning the flames."

Her words were soft, but they made Takuya's scalp tingle.

"While everyone's attention is on the Xijing defense line, we can go out and 'clean' the house."

"Let some people in Kyoto understand this truth."

"What's the reason?" Takuya asked subconsciously.

"The blood of the Fengji family was not shed in vain."

Yurina spoke each word clearly, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Some people, since they like to play with fire in the dark, must be prepared to be completely swallowed by the darkness."

She paused, then finally gave the order.

"Prepare the car."

"Tell everyone, tonight, we will enforce the law on behalf of God."