Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Heavy rain poured down, and the cold rain lashed the earth madly, as if it was going to completely submerge this volcano shrouded in despair.

Amamiya Haruki stood in this chaotic world, looking up at the nightmare standing on the top of the mountain - the corpse god.

The huge body seemed to merge with the dark clouds, and every breath made the mountain tremble slightly.

The malice and deathly aura emanating from it was so thick that it almost froze the air.

His body was shaking, not because of fear, but because of the throbbing of power before boiling.

escape?

Where else can you escape to?

Once the Corpse God breaks free from the constraints of the Fire Mountain, the entire world will turn into purgatory.

Behind him are his companions and countless innocent lives.

He has no way out.

"puff!"

With a muffled sound, Amamiya Haruki bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the fishy, ​​sweet and warm blood instantly filled his mouth.

Without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly shot forward, a stream of blood drawing a shrill arc in the heavy rain.

It fell precisely on the sword in his hand, named [Rain Beng].

Om-!

As if a riverbed that had been dry for a thousand years had finally received a downpour, the blade of [Yubeng] began to vibrate violently.

What was emitted was no longer the clear sound of metal, but a roar from the ancient times.

The ancient cloud and rain patterns on the blade, the moment they came into contact with the blood of Haruki Amamiya,

It seemed to come alive, flashing with an eerie silver-blue light.

The light grew brighter and brighter, instantly enveloping him.

"Use my blood as a sacrifice, my soul as a guide..."

Amemiya Haruki's voice rang out in the rain, hoarse and firm, and every word seemed to be engraved with his life.

"Sword Spirit [Rain God], merge with me!"

The moment he finished speaking, the [Yubeng] in his hand turned into a stream of light and sank into his brow!

In an instant, the rain between heaven and earth seemed to have found its king.

Amamiya Haruki's black hair turned silver-white at a speed visible to the naked eye, dancing wildly without any wind.

His pupils were replaced by a deep silver-blue, which seemed to contain a sea of ​​thunder.

Tiny arcs of electricity danced around him, evaporating all the falling raindrops and forming an absolute vacuum area.

Rain God State! Burn your life in exchange for a moment of godlike power!

He is no longer a mortal, he is the embodiment of this rainstorm, the will of the storm!

“Aa ...

A roar that was not like a human voice burst out from his throat, and Amamiya Haruki's figure moved.

He did not choose the rugged mountain road, but turned into a silver lightning.

Stepping on the vertical cliff, against the pouring rain, he rushed straight towards the corpse god on the top of the mountain!

That resolute posture was like a meteor rising against the sky, burning itself just to crash into the eternal darkness.

"Amamiya...kun?"

On the mountainside, Furuhara Ryoki just poked his head out from behind a rock and saw a scene that he would never forget.

The color on his face drained away instantly, and his pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip due to extreme shock.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out and his mind went blank.

what is that?

Is that the one he knows, the one named Haruki Amamiya, who is a little shy on weekdays but always stands in front at critical moments?

That posture, that aura...it's simply...divine.

But Furuhara Ryoki knew better that this inhuman power would inevitably come at an inhuman price!

"Stop looking! Go!"

A cold but surprisingly strong hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, pulling him out of his shock.

It's Yurina.

The girl's face looked extremely pale under the rain.

She bit her lower lip hard, and bright red blood seeped out from the corner of her lips, mixing with the rain, making it impossible to tell whether it was blood or tears.

Her voice trembled uncontrollably, yet contained an unquestionable determination.

"Amamiya-kun... he's risking his life to buy us time! We can't let him... sacrifice in vain!"

"But……"

Furuhara Ryoki looked back at the silver light that was getting smaller and smaller.

My heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, and it hurt so much that I couldn't breathe.

"How can we leave him alone!"

"go!"

Yurina almost yelled out, her tears finally bursting out, mixing with the rain and rolling down.

"This is his decision! It's the worst-case scenario we...had already discussed!"

"Staying alive and taking everything that happened here out is the only thing we can do for him now!"

She didn't give Furuhara Yoshiki any chance to refute, and pulled him with all her strength, stumbling down the mountain.

The mountain road beneath their feet was slippery and muddy. The two men fell down and got up again, covered in mud and looking miserable.

During a stumble, Yurina pulled out a peculiarly shaped metal handle from the pocket of her tactical vest.

It looked like some old video game controller with a single scarlet button.

Her finger hovered over the button for a moment.

Then, without hesitation, she pressed it down hard!

No sound, no explosion.

The moment the [paging handle] was pressed, it turned into countless tiny glimmers of light.

Like a floating firefly, it completely dissipated into the air within a few seconds.

After doing all this, Yurina seemed to have lost all her strength.

But she still did not stop, but just pulled Gu Yuanyuanshu and fled down the mountain even more frantically.

The mountain wind howled, as if the dead souls were crying.

On the other side of the hillside.

"Asshole! Is that guy crazy?!"

Shota Hoshimi punched the rock in front of him, creating spider-web-like cracks on the hard rock.

His eyes, which always burned with flames, were now filled with anxiety and rage as he stared at the silver light rushing towards the top of the mountain.

"Just rushing up there alone? Who does he think he is? A god? No, I have to help him!"

As he spoke, he was about to rush out with his huge battle axe, his burly body filled with a violent aura.

"stop."

A soft but irresistible voice sounded.

Wu Ji appeared in front of him at some point, blocking his way.

She was still wearing that gorgeous kimono that was out of place on the battlefield.

There was the same gentle smile as always on her face, as if everything before her was just an interesting drama.

"Shota-chan, now's not the time for you to go on stage."

She tilted her head, her tone like coaxing a disobedient child.

"Our game rules are not set like this."

"It's already this late and you're still playing games! Sister Wu Ji, get out of the way! That guy Amemiya will die!"

"He will definitely die!" Shota Hoshimi's eyes were red and he was almost roaring.

He and Haruki Amamiya have always been the ones who have the most arguments, but they are also the partners who are most willing to support each other.

Looking at that figure, he seemed to be able to feel how terrifyingly fast the other person's vitality was fading.

The smile on Wu Ji's face did not change at all, but in the depths of her beautiful eyes, a barely perceptible firmness and sadness flashed across her.

"It is precisely because he will die that you cannot go."

Her voice was still gentle, but it had a strange penetrating power that instantly soothed some of the raging anger in Shota Hoshimi's heart.

"From the very beginning, this 'game' was designed with different role positioning."

"Amemiya-kun's role is the 'hero of the moment', using the brightest light to tear a hole in the chessboard."

"And your role is 'hope for the future'. You have to carry this hope to the end."

She stretched out her slender fingers and gently touched Shota Hoshimi's forehead. A cool breath instantly calmed him down.

"Now, Mr. Future Hope, please take the other two survivors and get down the mountain immediately."

"This is my battlefield."

Hoshimi Shota was stunned. He looked at Takehime's gentle smiling face.

For the first time, I read a sense of awareness as heavy as a mountain behind that smile.

He moved his lips, wanting to say something, but found that all the words were stuck in his throat.

After a long time, Hoshimi Shota took a deep breath, and for the first time, an almost pleading expression appeared on his rough face.

"Sister Wu Ji..." He spoke word by word, his voice hoarse.

"Bring him... bring him back alive. Please!"

After saying this, he no longer hesitated, turned around suddenly, and ran down the mountain with all his strength.

But those tiger eyes were already filled with tears.

Looking at the receding figure of Hoshimi Shota, the smile on Takehime's face finally faded.

Instead, there was an unprecedented solemnity.

She turned around and looked toward the mountaintop, as if she could see through the heavy rain and see the impending collision.

"Don't worry, Shota-chan." She whispered softly, but her voice was blown away by the wind and rain.

"I, my sister, am very good at 'clearing levels'..."

At the same time, on the top of the mountain.

Haruki Amamiya has finally arrived!

He landed on the platform in front of the Corpse God's mountain-like head like a thunderbolt.

The violent airflow blew away the thick death aura surrounding the corpse god.

Revealing a terrifying head composed of thousands of painful, distorted human faces.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

On the huge body of the Corpse God, the only tightly closed eye, as huge as the black abyss, slowly

A gap opened.

There was no anger, no surprise, only an absolute indifference to the ant-like life that was enough to freeze the soul.

However, at this moment, there was no fear in Amamiya Haruki's eyes.

He is the storm, he is the thunder!

He put all his strength, all his burning life,

All the unyielding will is poured into the blade that is integrated with one's soul.

The silver-blue light gathered at the tip of the knife, reaching its extreme brilliance, like a supernova about to explode.

"[Rainbeng]——"

He let out a final roar, holding the knife in both hands and raising it high.

"One Sword Style: Heaven's Cry!"

The blade that condensed the mighty thunder and the torrential rain, with the determination to cut off fate,

He chopped down the corpse god's single eye that had just opened!

The wind from the top of the mountain, carrying a biting chill and the smell of bloody rust, poured into Amemiya Haruki's broken lungs.

“Cough…Puff!”

He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with broken internal organs, and his vision became blurred in the severe pain.

That earth-shattering blow just now was the strongest blow he had ever struck, burning his life and risking everything.

It indeed precisely split the ugly head of the corpse god.

However, he ultimately underestimated the vitality of "God".

The so-called "head" is nothing more than a fragile shell condensed from resentment and corpses.

The real core is the more evil existence lurking deep within the hundred-meter body.

"boom--!!!"

The Corpse God's counterattack was simple and brutal.

Its huge claws, which were as big as mountains, just swung casually.

He knocked Amamiya Haruki, who was trying his best, down from the sky like swatting a fly.

He was like a fallen star, rolling and crashing on the steep mountain.

Every collision brought bone-breaking pain.

Finally, he was stuck in a collapsed rock wall, and even moving a finger became a luxury.

The shadow of death is heavier than ever before.

The Corpse God slowly lowered his cracked head that was constantly wriggling to repair itself.

A pair of huge, empty eye sockets looked down at the tiny figure below,

There was no anger in his eyes, only God's absolute indifference to all things.

It lifted its foot.

It was a giant foot that was big enough to block out the sun, and it slowly descended with a force of immense magnitude.

The shadow under his feet was like the cloak of the god of death, completely covering Haruki Amamiya.

The air was squeezed so hard that it made a sharp wail, and the ground began to crack before it even landed.

Crush him like a bug.

The ever-growing despair was reflected in Amamiya Haruki's eyes, but a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

has it ended?

Is that the end?

Just as the giant foot was about to crush the rock and grind him into pulp—

“——Get away from me!!!”

A clear cry filled with endless fighting spirit exploded like thunder!

A golden meteor tore through the sky and suddenly appeared under the giant foot at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye!

The person who came was actually a woman with a graceful figure!

Her dazzling golden hair danced wildly in the wind, and her petite body formed an absurd contrast with her mountainous feet.

However, it was this seemingly fragile body that burst out with a majestic aura that made the heaven and earth pale in comparison!

She didn't use any weapons, but simply swung her fist towards the falling giant foot!

A slender, white fist with distinct joints.

"BOOM!!!!!!"

The fist and the foot collided disproportionately but earth-shatteringly in mid-air!

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

There was no tragic scene of death as imagined, no blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Instead, there was a circle of destructive golden shock waves visible to the naked eye.

With the impact point as the center, it spreads wildly in a circular shape in all directions!

Snap! Snap, snap!

The ground beneath the woman's feet was instantly crushed like a spider web by the recoil force, and countless pieces of gravel were shattered into powder!

The giant foot as big as a mountain was actually stopped by this punch and stopped in mid-air!

"roar……?!"

The Corpse God's indifferent expression changed for the first time, and he let out a low growl filled with surprise and doubt.

"I say," Wu Ji slowly raised her head, without a trace of fear on her beautiful face.

Only the high fighting spirit boiling like a blazing flame, her golden pupils fixed on the behemoth in front of her,

He said word by word, "Get – out – of – my – way!!!"

The moment she finished speaking, the golden fighting spirit on her arms roared out like flames, and power exploded again!

"Boom!!!"

Amidst the dull roar of the morning bell, the mountain's giant foot was unexpectedly shaken and bounced upwards.

Under this terrifying brute force, the enormous corpse god couldn't help but stagger back a step!

One step, and the sky collapses and the earth breaks apart!

This step crushed half of the mountain and also crushed the majesty of the gods!

Wu Ji landed steadily, and the golden fighting spirit surrounded her body like a storm.

That attitude of looking down upon the world is like that of an undefeated god of war.

She did not look back at Amamiya Haruki, all her attention was locked on the terrifying enemy before her.

The fighting spirit has not diminished but increased, soaring into the sky!

Just as the battlefield fell into a brief standoff due to the arrival of Wu Ji,

No one knows that the whole world is quietly changing.

Deep in the secret realm of the distant "Heavenly Flower", a sacred tree that has been sleeping for a thousand years moves without wind.

A holy golden beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth suddenly shot out from the pistil, piercing through the sky, and led to an unknown destination.

And on the top of the more mysterious "Sky Fox Holy Mountain",

The nine-fold calamity cloud that was originally prepared for a certain existence suddenly rolled violently without any warning.

In the pitch-black thunderclouds, a strange blood-red and ominous purple color strangely permeated.

It seemed as if the laws of nature were disrupted at this moment.

At the center of the storm are the Corpse God and the Warrior Girl.

And on the edge of the storm, new forces are awakening.

Embedded in the rock wall, Amemiya Haruki is already in the last stages of consciousness.

With his last obsession, he used up his last bit of strength.

With trembling fingers, he pressed the bright red emergency call button on an inconspicuous communication device on his waist.

A faint red light flashed across his fingertips.

Amid the roars of gods and men, amid the roars of landslides and earth-shattering noises,

A silent signal carrying despair and hope,

It quietly passed through the roaring wind and the crumbling earth, rapidly spreading into the distance...