Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The black sun hung in the sky, casting a strange darkness on the earth.

Wu Hen and Lin Qiye stood side by side, their figures under the dark sun like two tireless gods of killing.

Every time he attacked, he took the lives of a large number of dead beasts.

However, the survivors in the distant shelter,

There was no gratitude in the eyes he looked at them, only fear and resentment deep in his bones.

"It's him...it's him! The evil blasphemer!" A middle-aged man pointed at Wu Hen's figure, his voice trembling with excitement.

The person next to him immediately pulled him back and whispered, "Keep your voice down! Do you want to die?"

"What am I afraid of? My family is ruined, and the world has become like this. What else is there to be afraid of?"

The man's eyes were red and his voice was filled with tears.

"It's all their fault! If it weren't for blasphemers like them, how could the world have become like this?"

"They are the source of the disaster!"

His words were like a stone thrown into stagnant water, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.

"Yes! They are the ones who caused this!"

"They are now pretending to kill these monsters. Who knows if they have some conspiracy?"

A woman holding her child, muttering desperately,

"The gods have abandoned us, and now even the devil is pretending to be the savior... This world is beyond salvation..."

"They've killed so many monsters, but there are still more and more monsters. They can't be killed at all... Are we... Are we doomed?"

Panic and despair spread rapidly among the crowd like a plague.

They looked at Wu Hen and Lin Qiye as if they were two demons in human skin.

They fear their power and resent the "disasters" they bring.

Lin Qiye listened to the vague words coming from afar and frowned slightly.

"They don't understand," he whispered.

Wu Hen's eyes were always fixed on the tide of corpses coming from the front.

His tone was calm without a trace of emotion: "We don't need them to understand. We don't need to explain what we do to anyone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Hen's brows frowned slightly.

He looked up at the black sun in the sky. The sun that swallowed up all the light seemed to dim for a moment.

Lin Qiye immediately noticed something was wrong.

"what happened?"

"The rate at which corpses are recovered cannot keep up with the rate at which the 'ritual' is consumed."

For the first time, Wu Hen's voice took on a hint of solemnity.

"There are too many corpse beasts here, and they are constantly gathering here from all over Tokyo."

"The power of the Black Sun...is about to collapse."

Lin Qiye's heart sank.

Black Sun is their biggest support at the moment. Once Black Sun disappears, they will be alone.

Faced with this endless tide of zombies, the only fate is to be exhausted to death.

"What should I do?"

"I can't wait any longer." Wu Hen's eyes became sharper.

"I'll go down myself."

After saying this, he prepared to leave.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from above the clouds.

"Qiye! Fatty, I'm here to save you!!"

The voice was extremely loud, full of energy, and had a familiar hint of sass.

Wu Hen and Lin Qiye looked up at the same time.

I saw a huge, yellow figure swooping down from the sky at an astonishing speed.

The outline of that figure... looked like a little yellow duck for bathing, magnified countless times.

And above the little yellow duck's head, there were two people standing.

One is Baili Pangpang, who is dressed in military uniform and has a burly figure, but looks a little funny at the moment.

The other is the crazy Cao Yuan, who exudes a crazy fighting spirit and holds a long-handled sword.

"Why are they here?" Lin Qiye was a little surprised.

"boom--!!"

The little yellow duck fell into the densest group of corpses below in an extremely indecent posture.

The huge impact force instantly knocked away all the corpses and beasts within a radius of 100 meters, clearing a large open space.

"Hey little ones, your fat uncle is here to play with you!"

Baili Pangpang laughed loudly and jumped off the duck's head.

The heavy machine gun in his hand made a deafening roar.

The scorching flames instantly formed a web of death, tearing the corpse beast in front into pieces.

The crazy Cao Yuan was even more direct. He rushed into the depths of the group of zombie beasts like a cannonball.

Every time the long sword in his hand was swung, a blood-red blade light appeared.

Countless corpses and beasts were like paper in front of him and were easily chopped off.

"Great! Great!" Cao Yuan's laughter was crazy and full of fighting spirit.

"There are more scumbags here than I thought!"

Their sudden joining instantly relieved the huge pressure on Wu Hen and Lin Qiye.

"It seems our helpers have arrived." Lin Qiye's mouth corners slightly raised.

Wu Hen nodded, but his expression remained tense.

He knew that even with the addition of Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan, it would only temporarily relieve the pressure, and the root cause of the problem would not be solved.

There are simply too many corpse beasts.

At this moment, another soft light lit up from the distant sky.

A gorgeous little boat that seemed to be made of moonlight, Yaoguang, was sailing steadily towards this side.

At the bow, An Qingyu and Shen Qingzhu stood side by side.

"The aura of the red moon here is stronger than anywhere else we've encountered before."

An Qingyu looked at the battlefield below, his brows furrowed, "Something must have happened in Takama-ga-hara."

"Let's go find Lin Qiye first." Shen Qingzhu's tone was as cold and concise as ever.

"He should know what's going on."

An Qingyu nodded: "Well, let's meet up with them first."

Yaoguang slowly landed at the edge of the area covered by the black sun, and An Qingyu and Shen Qingzhu walked down from the boat.

The fighting style of Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan was very open and aggressive, attracting the attention of most of the corpse beasts.

This allowed them to easily pass through the periphery and come to Wu Hen and Lin Qiye.

"You are here too." Lin Qiye finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw them.

"You've come just in time. We're almost unable to hold on."

"We were delayed on the way."

An Qingyu's eyes swept across the battlefield and finally landed on Wu Hen. Without any extra greetings, he got straight to the point.

"Wu Hen, Lin Qiye, come with me."

Wu Hen glanced at him without saying anything, but there was a questioning look in his eyes.

An Qingyu didn't explain, but took out an ordinary-looking... cushion from his storage space.

"What is this?" Lin Qiye was stunned. Is now the time to take out this kind of thing?

"Don't ask." An Qingyu's expression was extremely serious. He stuffed the cushion into Lin Qiye's hand.

"I'll explain the details to you later."

"Now, you must do something immediately."

"What's the matter?" Wu Hen finally asked.

An Qingyu turned his gaze to the direction behind them, where Yuuri Takishiro had fallen before.

"Go save Yuuri Takishiro." His voice was unquestionable.

"Use this thing, go quickly! Leave this to us."

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen looked at each other and saw seriousness in each other's eyes.

They knew An Qingyu. He would never speak in that tone unless it was an extremely urgent moment.

"Okay." Lin Qiye didn't ask any more questions and took the cushion.

"I'll leave it to you here."

"Don't worry." Shen Qingzhu responded lightly, and the Qingfeng long sword in his hand was already unsheathed.

Wu Hen looked at An Qingyu deeply, nodded, and then turned around quickly with Lin Qiye and rushed to the back.

Looking at their receding backs, Baili Pangpang fired at them.

He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Hey! Where are you two going? There's a fierce fight going on here!"

"They have more important things to do."

An Qingyu's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

"We have to be here and buy them enough time."

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to the battlefield, but took a step and walked straight to the place where Yuuri Takishiro was unconscious.

Shen Qingzhu followed him silently, keeping an eye on his surroundings.

An Qingyu walked to Yuuri Takibai and slowly squatted down.

He did not act immediately, but just looked at the girl's pale face quietly.

His brows were furrowed tighter and tighter, his eyes were focused and deep, as if he was analyzing some extremely complex and difficult problem.

The noise around seemed to be muted in an instant.

Everyone's eyes followed An Qingyu's movements and were fixed on the center of the mess.

Yuuri Takishiro lay there quietly, lifeless.

An Qingyu walked quickly forward and squatted down without hesitation.

He ignored the superficial injuries and instead stretched out two fingers and gently placed them on Yuuri Takishiro's wrist.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Time seems to have frozen.

The air around them was getting heavier and heavier. Wu Hen and Lin Qiye were standing not far away, their expressions equally solemn, but they did not make a sound to disturb them.

They know that at times like this, silence is the greatest help.

An Qingyu's brows, which were initially calm, slowly twisted into a knot.

His expression became increasingly grim, a look of someone who had discovered an extremely difficult problem.

Concentrated, yet with a deep sense of powerlessness.

He moved his fingers from her wrist and gently lifted Yuuri Takishiro's eyelids, carefully observing her pupils.

"The situation is... very bad?"

Finally, Shen Qingzhu couldn't help it and spoke cautiously.

She lowered her voice, fearing that it would disturb An Qingyu's diagnosis.

An Qingyu did not answer immediately. His fingers paused in mid-air, as if he was thinking about some extremely complicated problem.

He even closed his eyes, as if rapidly analyzing all the information he had just obtained in his mind.

Seeing this, Lin Qiye took a step forward.

He asked in a calm voice, "An Qingyu, just tell me, what happened? Is there any hope?"

His words are direct and realistic.

In this environment, the last thing you need is comfort and beating around the bush.

An Qingyu finally opened his eyes and let out a long breath, which seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight.

"Save him, we must save him." He spoke slowly, his voice a little hoarse.

"But it's ten thousand times more troublesome than I imagined."

Wu Hen's eyes were as sharp as a knife. He stared at Yuuri Takibai's bloodless face.

He analyzed calmly, "Is it that the power in her body got out of control?"

"Out of control?" An Qingyu shook his head, a wry smile on his face.

"If only it got out of control."

"Losing control means violence and chaos, but at least it's still her own power."

"What's happening now is... erosion, or... pollution."

He paused, as if searching for a more accurate word.

"Do you understand?"

"It's like a drop of ink falling into clear water. It's not fighting the water, it's turning the water into ink."

"That strange power is contaminating her existence from the root, trying to turn her into something like it."

Although this metaphor was simple, it instantly gave everyone present a chill down their spines.

That's not fighting, that's assimilation.

Shen Qingzhu's face paled. "Then...what should we do? Can we force out that power?"

"How to force it? It's no longer an independent thing."

"It's entangled with Yuri's own life force, spiritual power, everything."

"To forcibly peel her off is equivalent to tearing her whole body into pieces." An Qingyu's tone was full of thorniness and irritability.

He is a doctor, and what he hates most is the feeling of being helpless.

"So, you have no way?" Lin Qiye frowned.

"I'm alone, there's nothing I can do."

An Qingyu frankly admitted that he was not a god and could not do it.

The scene fell into dead silence again.

An Qingyu is the best medical worker here. If even he says there is nothing he can do, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely depressing,

An Qingyu suddenly raised his head, his eyes passing Shen Qingzhu and falling directly on Wu Hen and Lin Qiye.

His eyes changed. They were no longer irritable and powerless, but became extremely serious and determined.

"I can't do it alone." He repeated, then changed the subject, his voice clear and powerful.

"But, with you guys, there might still be a chance."

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

"What do you need us to do?" Wu Hen asked without hesitation.

"Tell me, no matter what it is." Lin Qiye also expressed his opinion immediately.

An Qingyu looked at them and took a deep breath.

He didn't immediately tell me the specific method.

Instead, he spoke slowly with an unprecedented solemn tone, and every word struck everyone's heart.

"This matter is very dangerous."

His eyes swept back and forth between Wu Hen and Lin Qiye, as if confirming their determination.

"Besides, I need you to do something."

"Something... maybe only the two of you can do."