Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Yuuri Takishiro looked at Wu Hen in front of him, his clear eyes filled with confusion and a hint of fear.

She couldn't understand why the method used when the purpose was clearly to save people was so... overbearing and so chilling.

"Why do you do this?" she finally asked.

"Using this method...what's the difference between us and those thugs? This will only bring more fear."

Wu Hen turned around slowly. He didn't look at the people who had temporarily stopped fighting because of fear.

Instead, he looked at Yuuri Takishiro calmly.

"the difference?"

Wu Hen's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.

"The difference is that the thugs' goal is to create chaos, while my goal is to end the chaos."

He stretched out a finger and pointed at the people in the distance who were still fighting each other.

But at this moment, people were frozen in place, at a loss as to what to do because of the pressure he released.

"Tell me, how long will it take to influence them with the kindness you mentioned? A day? A month? A year?"

"How many more bodies will be left here, on this land, before your good intentions bear fruit? One thousand? Ten thousand? A hundred thousand?"

Yuuri Takishiro moved her lips, but couldn't utter a word.

She knew that what Wu Hen said was true, but her inner beliefs prevented her from agreeing with this method of fighting violence with violence.

"But...but..."

"No buts." Wu Hen interrupted her directly.

“Pure kindness is the most powerless thing in this world, especially in the end times.”

"It won't save anyone, it will only make you and the people you want to protect die faster."

He paused, and there was a hint of unquestionable firmness in his tone.

"If you want to make people put down their swords, you never rely on reason."

"But something sharper than their swords, something that scares them more."

"Only fear can truly stop war."

After he finished speaking, Wu Hen stopped looking at her and turned his gaze to the cushion that was quietly floating in the air.

The energy emanating from it was gentle yet contained unimaginable power.

Lin Qiye and Jiang Er stood aside, listening to all this silently.

Lin Qiye's expression was complicated. He could understand Wu Hen's actions.

Even to some extent, he agrees, because he has seen too much ugliness in human nature.

I know that sometimes things really don’t make sense.

Jiang Er was shocked. She looked at Wu Hen, then at the cushion.

He whispered to Lin Qiye, "He... has he always thought this way? It's so scary."

Lin Qiye shook his head and responded in a low voice: "He is not scary, he is sober."

"Sober than any of us."

At this moment, Wu Hen moved.

Without another word, he held out his hand.

As he moved, the steel bars, twisted metal plates, and wreckage of abandoned vehicles from the collapsed buildings around him were all over the place.

As if receiving an invisible call, it began to tremble violently.

"What is he going to do?" Jiang Er shouted in surprise.

Countless metal fragments flew up from the ruins, like streams flowing into rivers, and gathered madly towards the open space in front of Wu Hen.

They constantly collided, squeezed, deformed and merged in the air, making a harsh "crunching" sound.

But in just a few breaths, a magnificent throne made of countless scrap iron and steel bars forcibly twisted together rose from the ground.

The throne's shape is full of wild yet solemn beauty, with a high backrest and ferocious armrests.

The entire body has a dark color formed by metal under extreme pressure, as if it is the throne of the devil rising from the depths of hell.

Then, Wu Hen waved his hand, and the cushion that emitted a soft glow,

It slowly flew towards the throne, and was finally firmly wrapped by the hideous steel and fixed in the center of the throne.

The softness of the cushion and the hideousness of the throne form a strange yet harmonious unity.

After doing all this, Wu Hen stepped on the steps automatically formed by the metal fragments.

Slowly ascended the throne that belonged to him alone.

The moment he sat down, his whole demeanor suddenly changed.

If Wu Hen before was a sharp sword hidden in a sheath, then at this moment, he was a tyrant who ruled the world.

He sat on the throne, one hand resting lightly on the armrest, his eyes sweeping over the chaotic land beneath his feet.

"Lin Qiye, watch carefully."

Wu Hen's voice came from the throne, calm yet with an irresistible majesty.

"What is the true order?"

He gently placed his palm on the steel-wrapped cushion in the center of the throne.

"Divine Power: Wrath of the Tyrant."

Om-!

An indescribable terrifying pressure centered on Wu Hen and his throne.

It was like an invisible yet tangible shock wave that suddenly spread out in all directions!

This time the pressure is ten times, a hundred times stronger than before!

The Forbidden Ruins area expanded crazily at an incredible speed, one kilometer, ten kilometers, a hundred kilometers... It did not stop at all.

In an instant, it broke through the city boundaries, crossed the wilderness, and crossed the river.

Covering every corner of the entire "human circle"!

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

In the eastern part of the "Human Circle", two men were stabbing each other with knives for a piece of bread.

The ferocious expressions on their faces froze instantly, and the next second, their legs softened.

With a "thump", he knelt uncontrollably on the ground, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

In the western part of the "Human Circle", a group of thugs are attacking a survivor camp.

Just as they were about to break in, everyone seemed to be held down on the top of their heads by an invisible hand.

They all knelt on the ground, the madness and greed on their faces replaced by endless fear.

"Human Circle" South, North, Central...

In the city, in the ruins, in the camp, on the road...

All the robberies, killings, betrayals, bullying...all the evil deeds that were happening came to an abrupt end at this moment.

Nearly 50 million survivors of the "human circle", regardless of gender, age or where they are,

No matter what you are doing, at the same second, you will feel the trembling and fear coming from the depths of your soul.

They were unable to resist, unable to think, their body's instincts overwhelmed all their will.

Let them all kneel down in the direction of Wu Hen.

The entire "human circle" fell into deathly silence under this unprecedented terrifying pressure.

The sound of the wind seemed to have disappeared.

Yuuri Takishiro stared at all this blankly, her mouth opened wide but no sound came out.

She could feel that the pressure bypassed her and Lin Qiye and the others.

But just feeling the aftermath of that power was enough to make her whole body go cold.

"Oh my god..." Jiang Er's voice was trembling.

"He...he really did it..."

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, his eyes extremely solemn.

He knew that Wu Hen was very strong, but he didn't expect that with the help of that cushion, Wu Hen could be so strong.

With the power of one person, he suppressed the entire "human circle".

This is a method only possessed by gods.

In this extreme silence, the roar of an engine came from far away, breaking the silence.

A dozen modified off-road vehicles and trucks came rushing from the end of the street.

It stirred up a cloud of dust and finally stopped not far from the throne.

The car door opened and a group of people wearing uniform black combat uniforms, with blood and the smell of gunpowder on their bodies, jumped out.

They are the members of the Black Killing Group.

Jing Shouyu, the leader, immediately spotted the familiar figure standing not far from the throne.

The fatigue and solemnity on his face disappeared, replaced by uncontrollable excitement and ecstasy.

"Big sister!" Jing Shouyu strode over and shouted in a loud voice,

"Big Sister Shen Qingzhu! You're really back! We rushed over as soon as we received the signal!"

The members of the Black Killer Team following behind him also showed excited expressions and shouted in unison.

"Big Sister! It's really you!"

"Great! The big sister is back!"

"We thought we'd never see you again!"

Their voices were filled with genuine joy and dependence.

It seemed as if Shen Qingzhu was their backbone. As long as she was here, any problem, no matter how big, could be solved.

Shen Qingzhu looked at this group of familiar faces and a gentle smile appeared on her face. She patted Jing Shouyu's shoulder.

"I am back."

These three simple words completely put the worries of all the members of the Black Killing Group at ease.

They immediately started working, skillfully taking out tools from the car and began to collect the dead animal bodies scattered on the ground.

These are all valuable resources.

On the other side, on the top of the tallest building in the city, Lu Wuwei silently felt the pressure covering the entire "human circle" with a calm look in his eyes.

"Using fear to establish order... It's not a bad idea. At least, it's fast enough." He whispered to himself.

But soon, his brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze turned to the darkness beyond the "human circle".

"Hmm? This aura...is not from the 'human circle'."

In his perception, a powerful existence that was extremely strange, extremely twisted, and full of ominous aura was slowly approaching.

"A corpse beast from the Klein realm... unexpectedly appeared at this time. Is it a coincidence, or was it attracted by the commotion here?"

Lu Wuwei's expression turned serious.

"He's busy being the 'king'. This matter shouldn't distract him."

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the rooftop, as if he had never appeared.

Meanwhile, on the Iron Throne side, the members of the Black Killing Group were busy working.

Shen Qingzhu looked at them, the smile on his face slowly faded, and his eyes became a little complicated.

She turned around and looked at Jing Shouyu beside her, and her voice returned to its usual calmness.

"Imori Yu."

Jing Shouyu immediately stopped what he was doing and stood straight like a soldier waiting for orders.

"Here, Big Sister!"

Shen Qingzhu's eyes swept over the busy figures.

He asked softly, "During the time I was away, how many people were left in the group?"

The smell of blood and fire has not yet dissipated from the air,

The shock brought by Lu Wuwei's attack, which was like a god or demon descending to the earth, still lingers in everyone's heart.

Jing Shouyu covered his arm which was still bleeding and struggled to stand up from the ground.

When he looked at Shen Qingzhu, besides the relief of surviving the disaster, there was more of a kind of awe and gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

"Ms. Shen, thank you so much this time." His voice was a little weak due to blood loss.