Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Ji's bright eyes, which contained a thousand-year-old divinity, curved slightly.

Flowing out a captivating charm,

She casually threw the ominous sword [Zangshan] towards Amamiya Haruki.

The movement was so light that it seemed as if he was throwing a dead branch.

"Haruki-chan, go on."

Before she finished speaking, she took light steps and her figure flashed to the side of Shota Hoshimi like a ghost.

The warm breath carries a faint fragrance.

Gently brushing the boy's ear: "Little Shota, was my performance just now handsome?"

Shota Hoshimi's cheeks suddenly turned red, and his heart started beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

He subconsciously took a half step back and stammered, "Wu... Lady Wu Ji... you, of course..."

"Hmm?" Wu Ji raised an eyebrow in dissatisfaction, and gently touched his lips with her slender jade finger.

The action was ambiguous and full of oppression. "Just call me 'sister'."

"Or... do you prefer the 'princess hug' that just held you?"

The roaring blood rushed straight to his head, and it was as if a firework exploded in Shota Hoshimi's head, and he completely lost the ability to think.

On the other side, Amamiya Haruki caught [Burial Mountain] steadily.

The moment he took the knife, a chilling chill ran through his arm and spread throughout his body.

It was as if countless resentful souls were wailing miserably in his meridians.

He frowned, not daring to be careless, and turned around immediately.

Prepare to seal this murderous knife back into a specially made paulownia wood box.

The power of the Huojin Sword is too strange. Every second it is exposed to the air increases the unpredictable danger.

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch the buckle of the wooden box—

Boom, boom, boom!

The entire Mount Fuji, no, the entire earth began to tremble violently and madly!

This was no ordinary earthquake.

The vibration originated from the deepest part of the earth, carrying with it an extremely brutal and terrifying force that was ready to overturn the entire world.

The volcanic rock surface beneath my feet cracked into hideous cracks.

Debris rolled down the mountain wall like raindrops, hitting the people around them with a dull thud.

A strong and pungent smell of sulfur filled the air.

Mixed with a disgusting, decayed smell that seemed to come from an ancient cemetery.

"What's going on?!" Furuhara Yoshiki's face turned pale. He barely managed to steady himself, his voice trembling with fear.

Yurina gripped the sword tightly in her hand and glanced around vigilantly.

Her intuition was sending out an unprecedented shrill alarm, as if some extremely terrifying existence was about to awaken.

Even Wu Ji, who had always been calm and composed, as if everything was under control,

The lazy smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

She pulled the still dazed Shota Hoshimi behind her.

The golden pupils stared at the crater that was constantly emitting thick smoke, and his expression was extremely solemn.

"...Oh no, that guy is awake." Her voice was low, with a hint of fear that she herself was not even aware of.

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of extremely dark light suddenly shot up into the sky from the crater of Mount Fuji!

That was not light, but pure darkness that could devour all light.

The beam of light penetrated the sky, tearing a huge hole in the thick clouds.

The violent energy storm swept in all directions with the crater as the center!

An indescribable, soul-shaking terrifying pressure pressed down on one's head like billions of tons of sea water.

In the face of this pressure, everyone was as small as ants.

Breathing became extremely difficult, and my heart was gripped tightly by an invisible hand, with every beat accompanied by tearing pain.

It is the fear that comes from the deepest instinct of life, the irresistible trembling when mortals face gods and living beings face death.

In the dark pillar of light, a shadow so huge that it blocked out the sky and the sun slowly rose.

It has no fixed form, as if it is a collection of countless twisted, painful corpses and resentments forcibly blended together.

Countless pale arms struggled out from the shadows, and countless faces screaming silently were looming in them.

It is death itself, the embodiment of disaster - the corpse god!

"Run!" Haruki Amemiya's eyes were bloodshot and he roared at the top of his lungs.

He knew very well that facing an existence of this level, any resistance would be meaningless, and the only way to survive was to escape!

No one hesitated!

The instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

Takehime protected Shota Hoshimi with one hand, and held Yurina's hand with the other. Her body turned into a stream of light and rushed down the mountain first.

Amemiya Haruki and Furuhara Yoshiki followed closely behind, pushing their speed to the limit.

However, no matter how fast they are, the Corpse God is even faster!

The huge black shadow just moved a little.

A dark shock wave condensed from pure death energy swept over like a black raging wave bursting through a dam.

Wherever the shock wave passed, whether it was hard volcanic rocks or remaining vegetation, they were all turned into powder and annihilated into nothingness!

"Be careful!" Wu Ji shouted, and her divine power burst out instantly, forming a golden barrier behind her.

At the same time, Amamiya Haruki also turned around and pushed Furuhara Yoshiki aside.

The [Burial Mountain] and another knife in his hand were unsheathed at the same time, crossed in front of his chest, and blocked the path of the shock wave!

boom--!

The golden barrier collided violently with the pitch-black shock wave, making a deafening noise.

Wu Ji groaned, and a strand of golden divine blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. It was obvious that she was under tremendous pressure.

On the other hand, Amamiya Haruki's situation was much more miserable.

The destructive force just brushed past him, and the clothes on his left shoulder instantly turned to ashes.

A deep wound that could see the bone extended from the shoulder to the back.

The dark deathly aura was like a maggot in his tarsal bones, madly corroding his flesh and preventing the wounds from healing.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Amamiya Haruki's face instantly turned as pale as paper.

He endured the severe pain and used the knife to support his body so as not to kneel down on the spot.

The power of a single strike is so great!

Endless despair surged in everyone's hearts.

The corpse god in the sky seemed to find their struggle amusing.

The "face" composed of countless faces revealed a kind of indifferent and playful expression, as if looking at an insect.

It began to prepare for a second attack, and even more terrifying death energy gathered at its core.

The surrounding space began to distort and collapse because it could not withstand this force.

The shadow of death has completely enveloped everyone.

"It's too late..." Amamiya Haruki gasped, feeling the rapidly fading vitality and the spreading death energy in his body.

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly looked at Yurina and Furuhara Ryoki behind him.

He shouted with all his might, "Yurina! Yoshiki! Take the Hujin sword and go! Now! This is an order!"

"Mr. Haruki?!" Yurina turned back in shock, tears welling up in her eyes.

"We can't..."

"No buts!" Amamiya Haruki's voice was hoarse and firm, leaving no room for doubt.

"Take the knife and leave, and find support! This is our only hope! Go!"

He threw the newly acquired [Burial Mountain] along with its scabbard towards Furuhara Ryoki with all his might.

Furuhara Yoshiki caught it subconsciously. The heavy weight in his hand seemed to be the weight of Amamiya Haruki's life.

"Haruki!"

"Amamiya-kun!"

Amid the sorrowful cries of the crowd, Amamiya Haruki slowly turned around and faced the corpse god that covered the sky and the sun alone.

He slowly drew out from his waist the sword that had accompanied him for many years - [Yubeng].

As the blade gradually emerged from the scabbard, a mysterious resonance seemed to occur between heaven and earth.

The sky, which had originally been dyed dark purple by the evil spirit of the corpse god, began to gather even thicker dark clouds.

"Keng——"

[Yubeng] was fully unsheathed, and the clear sound of the sword echoed through the mountain top, temporarily suppressing the despairing silence.

In an instant, the situation changed drastically.

Without any warning, raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky. At first, it was just a drizzle, but in an instant it turned into a downpour.

The cold rain washed over the pale face of Haruki Amamiya.

It also washed away the hideous wound on his body, but it could not wash away the ominous black aura that was attached to it.

He stood in the midst of the storm, his body frail, yet like a spear that would rather break than bend,

He was firmly nailed between the Corpse God and his companions, building a line of defense at the cost of his life.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, blurring the whole world.

In the rain, Amemiya Haruki's figure looked extremely lonely, yet extremely resolute.

He raised his head, facing the terrifying pressure that could crush everything.

Deep in the dark eyes, a faint yet extremely blazing flame ignited.

To hold this monster back, even for a moment, would require an unimaginable price to pay.

The rain was pouring down, and Amamiya Haruki slowly raised his hand holding the knife.

The blade pointed obliquely towards the sky, and rain flowed down the smooth blade, as if crying for the tragic scene that was about to happen.