Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen withdrew his gaze from the flames rising into the sky in Osaka City, and his tone was as calm as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.

"You three, go to Osaka West District."

Behind him, three figures in plain nursing uniforms bowed slightly.

There were no unnecessary movements, as if they were three emotionless sculptures.

"The target is those two moving corpse beasts." Wu Hen continued,

"Just get it over with quickly and clean it up without drawing unnecessary attention."

"Yes, sir." The three answered in unison, without any emotion in their voices.

As soon as the words fell, the three figures disappeared out of thin air, as if they had never appeared.

Lin Qiye, who was standing aside, frowned slightly. He looked at the direction where the three people disappeared.

He looked at Wu Hen, who looked calm beside him, and couldn't help but ask, "Just let them go like that?"

"Those are three people at the 'Boundless' realm. Using them to deal with those two corpse beasts is a bit... overkill, isn't it?"

Wu Hen did not answer immediately. He turned and walked towards the depths of the ruins.

As he walked, he said, "They're just appetizers. The bigger the noise, the better. It'll help me attract attention."

"Attract attention?" Lin Qiye followed his footsteps.

"what are you up to?"

"The real trouble is yet to come."

Wu Hen stopped in a relatively flat open space.

"I need to prepare an 'insurance' here in advance."

Lin Qiye wanted to ask more, but saw Wu Hen take out an old book from his arms.

The cover of the book was made of an unknown black leather.

Written on it in ancient gold-plated characters was a title - "Merlin's Secret Book of Forbidden Spells".

"This is..." Lin Qiye's pupils shrank slightly.

Wu Hen ignored his surprise and turned the pages of the book.

His fingers quickly slid across the pages containing forbidden knowledge, as if looking for something specific.

"found it."

Wu Hen's finger stopped on one of the pages, on which was drawn an extremely complex magic circle full of strange lines and runes.

He just glanced at it, closed the book, and threw it to Lin Qiye.

"Hold it for me."

After saying that, Wu Hen drew the sword from his waist.

The blade shone coldly in the moonlight. He held the knife.

He actually used the tip of the knife as a pen and began to carve on the hard cement ground beneath his feet.

The tip of the knife scraped across the ground, making not a harsh friction sound, but a strange buzzing sound as if it was cutting through space.

As he moved, golden lines containing mysterious power lit up in the ruins.

Gradually, a magic circle exactly the same as the one in the forbidden secret book was outlined.

Lin Qiye held the heavy secret book in his hands and looked at the scene in front of him. The shock in his heart was beyond words.

He had no idea what Wu Hen was doing, but he could clearly feel that

A force so enormous that it is frightening is gathering and taking shape beneath the ruins.

How many secrets does this man have?

At the same time, hundreds of kilometers away, Mount Fuji.

"Hurry up! Faster!" Shota Hoshimi climbed the steep rock wall and urged his companions behind him loudly.

He looked back down the mountain, even though it was so far away,

Abnormal fires could also be seen in the direction of several cities, and the scene was in chaos.

"Shota, don't be anxious." Haruki Amamiya panted and followed closely behind him.

"Everyone's already moving very fast."

"How can I not be anxious?" Hoshimi Shota pointed down the mountain.

"Look! The power that influences people's hearts is growing stronger and stronger. If this continues, the entire country will be completely out of control!"

Furuhara Ryoki, who was at the end of the group, also stuck his head out and complained, "This mountain is too difficult to climb. Is there no other way?"

Yurina, who was walking in front, stopped and her ears moved slightly, as if she was listening to something.

After a moment, she pointed to a cliff shrouded in clouds and mist diagonally upwards.

"It's right there." Yurina's voice was not loud, but full of certainty.

"I can feel the call of [Burial Mountain] coming from that direction."

"Really?" Everyone cheered up.

"It can't be wrong." Yurina said firmly.

“Its aura of power is very unique, like the heartbeat of the entire mountain.”

With a clear goal, the four of them sped up again.

They skirted the steep cliffs, through the thin air,

Finally, half an hour later, we arrived at the place Yurina pointed out - the edge of the huge crater on the top of Mount Fuji.

As soon as they arrived here, everyone felt a completely different atmosphere.

It was an ancient, heavy power, carrying with it endless sadness and deathly silence, as if the weight of an entire mountain was pressing on one's heart.

"This is it!" Amamiya Haruki's eyes lit up instantly.

"This power is exactly the same as described in the legend!"

The four of them began to search quickly around the crater.

"Found it!" Furuhara Yoshiki was the first to shout in surprise.

He pointed to a protruding black rock in the center of the crater and said, "Look there!"

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and saw on the rock that was blackened by sulfur,

An ancient knife handle was quietly inserted in it, with only a section less than a foot long exposed.

The style of the hilt was extremely simple, without any gorgeous decorations, and it was dark all over, as if it absorbed all the light.

But such a seemingly ordinary knife handle exudes a terrifying aura that makes everyone present feel palpitations.

"[Burial Mountain]..." Hoshimi Shota murmured to himself, his eyes filled with excitement and awe.

"Finally found!"

"That's great!" Amamiya Haruki couldn't hide his joy.

"If we just pull it out, we can..."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll do it!" Furuhara Yoshiki was an impatient person. He interrupted Amamiya Haruki and rushed forward first.

He rubbed his hands and said confidently, "I'm the best at this kind of physical work!"

As he spoke, he took a deep breath, flexed the muscles in his arms, gripped the knife handle with all his strength, and then pulled it upwards!

However, the expected scene of the blade being unsheathed did not appear.

The hilt...didn't move at all.

"Huh?" Furuhara Yoshiki was stunned for a moment, and the confidence on his face froze instantly.

He thought he was not using the right force, so he adjusted his posture and tried to force again.

"Get up...for me!" The veins on his neck bulged and his face flushed red.

As a result, the handle of the knife still seemed to be grown into the rock, without even the slightest shake.

"What's going on?" Furuhara Yoshiki let go of his hand in disbelief and looked at his palm.

"This thing...why can't I pull it out?"

"If you can't do it, get out of the way. Let me try." Haruki Amamiya walked up with a much more serious expression.

He did not use brute force like Furuhara Yoshiki did.

Instead, he slowly poured his strength into the handle, trying to establish some kind of connection with the knife itself, and then began to exert force.

But the result is still the same.

Amamiya Haruki also failed. He took two steps back, his face full of confusion and puzzlement.

"No," he shook his head and said to Hoshimi Shota,

"This knife is very strange. As soon as my power touched it, it was like a drop in the ocean. There was no reaction at all."

"It doesn't feel like it's stuck in the rock, it feels more like it's connected to the entire Mount Fuji."

"Connected to the mountain?" Shota Hoshimi frowned. This statement made him feel a little uneasy.

"I come!"

Furuhara Yoshiki didn't believe it and rushed forward again. This time he used almost all his strength.

"Open! Open! Open for me!"

He roared, and his feet even dug deeply into the hard volcanic rock because he stepped too hard.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the handle of [Burial Mountain]

It stood there quietly, as if silently mocking their arrogance.

In the end, Furuhara Ryoki collapsed to the ground exhausted, gasping for breath, his eyes full of frustration and confusion.

"This...what on earth is going on?" He looked at the knife handle, his voice trembling.

"Why...why can't I pull it out?"

Hoshimi Shota and Yurina also walked forward. They surrounded the knife, their faces showing more solemn expressions than ever before.

After finally finding the legendary magic weapon, they discovered that they were unable to pull it out.

Hope turned to despair in an instant.

"Impossible..." Hoshimi Shota reached out his hand, gently touched the cold handle of the knife, and muttered to himself,

"Legend has it that as long as one holds the belief in saving humanity, one will gain its approval... Why is this so?"

The wind from the crater howled, bringing a biting chill.

The four of them fell into silence, a feeling of powerlessness enveloping them.

Are they doomed to fail?

Just when everyone felt helpless,

An old and disembodied voice suddenly rang out in the minds of the four of them at the same time without any warning.

The air seemed to freeze into ice at that moment.

The sound coming from the blade was old and grand, with an indifference that looked down upon the passage of time.

Every word was like an invisible hammer, hitting the heart of everyone present.

"[Burial Mountain] means the soul of the mountain. The sword is the mountain, and the mountain is the sword."

"A mortal man's power wants to shake the entire Mount Fuji? It's wishful thinking."

boom--!

These words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, exploding in everyone's mind!

The sword merges with the mountain?!

What a joke!

This is no longer a question of strength, but a challenge to the rules, a confrontation between mortals and the natural barriers!

No wonder, no wonder whether it is the master of kendo, Miyamoto Kenjiro,

Or the great elder of the Yin-Yang Bureau with great magical powers,

Even special forces using modern technology couldn't shake this knife in the slightest!

They are not pulling out a knife, they are pulling out a mountain!

"How... could this happen..." A young swordsman's face turned pale.

The samurai sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, but he was completely unaware of it. He muttered to himself with a dazed look in his eyes.

Despair, like the deepest darkness, instantly enveloped everyone's heart.

Kenjiro Miyamoto's face turned pale, veins bulged on his forehead, and his clenched fists trembled slightly from excessive force.

He has been pursuing the ultimate swordsmanship all his life, believing that his heart and sword are one, but in front of this [Burial Mountain],

Everything he was proud of became a joke.

The chief elder of the Yin-Yang Bureau sighed deeply, his haggard face full of bitterness.

He had already seen that the existence of this knife was beyond common sense.

It is rooted here, and is probably connected to the earth veins of the entire island country, and there is no way human power can shake it.

"Is God going to kill us?"

Depressing, dead silent, heavy.

Everyone's breathing seemed to carry a heavy weight, and the atmosphere on the scene was so oppressive that it made people want to go crazy.

However, in this suffocating silence, a slightly lazy

Yet a clear and pleasant female voice broke the silence without any warning.

"Oh my, that sounds like something amazing."

Everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the sound, their eyes instantly focused on the ordinary boy - Shota Hoshimi.

No, to be more precise, it was focused on his waist.

I saw a hazy halo, as if formed by the condensed moonlight, slowly drifting out from the scabbard at his waist.

In the halo, a figure gradually became clearer from virtual to real.

She was a woman so beautiful that she seemed unhuman.

She was wearing a simplified version of a witch's outfit, with her long snow-white hair falling down like a waterfall.

The most eye-catching thing is the pair of slightly trembling, furry, snow-white fox ears on her head.

A pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a hint of subtle charm and cunning in the eyes.

She was just barefoot, suspended in the air three inches above the ground.

He looked at the huge [Burial Mountain] with great interest, as if he was admiring an interesting toy.

"What are you?!" Miyamoto Kenjiro shouted.

The way this woman appeared was too strange, and he couldn't sense her presence at all.

It was as if she didn't exist in this space at all. This feeling was even more frightening than facing the sword spirit of [Burial Mountain]!

Being called a "thing", the fox-eared woman did not seem to be angry.

She just glanced at Miyami Kenjiro lazily, and the look in her eyes was like a human looking at a noisy summer cicada.

She ignored everyone and turned her gaze to the stunned Shota Hoshimi beside her.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, forming a touching arc.

"Little guy, these mortals are no match for me. They've been arguing for a long time, but they can't even pull out an iron bar."

Her voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying a hint of undisguised contempt.

"You...!" The hot-tempered swordsmen were about to explode, but were stopped by a look from the Great Elder.

The Great Elder stared at the fox-eared woman intently, with beads of cold sweat already oozing from his forehead.

He couldn't see through it, absolutely couldn't see through it!

This existence is definitely a huge monster far beyond their understanding, or even... a god!

Hoshimi Shota opened his mouth, but before he could say anything,

The fox-eared woman turned around lightly and faced the giant blade that pierced the sky and the earth.

"Since they can't do it," she stretched beautifully,

Her white wrist drew a graceful arc in the air, and her tone was as relaxed as if she was saying, "I'm going for a walk."

"Then let me try."

As soon as the words fell, the entire mountaintop fell into deathly silence again.

Everyone stared at her with wide eyes, looking at her like she was a madman.

Are you kidding me? !

Even the sword spirit of [Zangshan] personally asserted,

It is absolutely impossible for mortals to do this. How can you, a monster with unknown origins, speak so arrogantly?

Miyamoto Kenjiro twitched a cold smile and said sarcastically, "Don't overestimate your abilities! This sword is one with the mountain, even gods and ghosts cannot shake it. How can you, a mere ..."

Before he could finish his words, the fox-eared woman had already floated in front of the giant blade.

She did not make any earth-shattering gestures, nor did she chant any profound and obscure spells.

She just casually and nonchalantly stretched out her right hand, which looked slender and delicate, as if it would break if bent.

Gently pressed on the huge and ancient handle.

Time seemed to be paused at this moment.

The wind stopped.

The clouds stopped.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath, their hearts in their throats.

The moment her palm touched the hilt of the knife——

"Buzz!!!!"

An unprecedented buzzing sound, as if it came from the ancient times, suddenly burst out from the blade of [Burial Mountain]!

The entire Mount Fuji, no, the ground within a radius of a hundred miles, shook violently!

Everyone's face changed drastically, staring at the man and the knife.

However, the fox-eared woman did not exert her strength immediately.

She kept her hand on the hilt of the knife, and her beautiful profile showed no emotion at all.

He just turned his head slowly, and his pair of almond-shaped eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything looked fixedly at the stunned Shota Hoshimi.

She opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was very soft, but it was like a thunderclap, exploding directly in the depths of his mind.

"Did you see that clearly, little one?"

"This isn't as simple as just drawing a sword..."