Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The howling wind on the mountaintop seemed to be playing a tragic song for the fallen hero.

Haruki Amamiya's body fell rapidly in the thin air like a kite with a broken string, and his consciousness had already sunk into endless darkness.

His last memory was the devastating scarlet beam of light and his shield being instantly evaporated.

The Corpse God was suspended in mid-air, its body twisted from countless resentful souls and flesh and blood.

The scarlet lines flickered in brightness like breathing.

It gazed at its falling prey with indifference, as if admiring a work of art about to be shattered.

At this moment, a golden stream of light tore through the dark sky!

Wu Ji!

Her silver armor was scarred by the fierce battle, but her emerald green eyes burned with unquestionable determination.

Without hesitation, the wings of light behind her suddenly erupted, accelerating in an almost self-destructive manner, and dived towards the falling Amamiya Haruki.

"Don't think about it!"

The Corpse God's cold voice contained no emotion.

Hundreds of scarlet threads as solid as substance spurted out, forming a dragnet that blocked all of Wu Ji's rescue routes.

These threads are not ordinary things. They are a collection of resentment and curses. If you touch them, you will die, and if you touch them, they will rot.

Wu Ji saw the deadly spider web clearly, but her speed did not slow down at all.

All she had eyes for was her falling companion.

Saving him was the only thought in her mind at the moment.

In a split second, she made her choice.

She gave up all dodging and blocking, concentrated all her energy on the shield on her left arm, and pushed hard towards Haruki Amamiya!

"Pfft——!"

There was a teeth-grinding sound of flesh being pierced.

Dozens of scarlet threads pierced through her defenseless right half of the body without any hindrance.

The right arm, which was hit first, was cut and shredded in an instant, turning into a bloody mist.

Immediately afterwards, more silk threads pierced her right shoulder and right chest, bringing out streams of blood.

The excruciating pain overwhelmed her nerves like a tsunami, but she didn't even utter a groan.

Taking advantage of the moment when the thread penetrated her body, she used up her last bit of strength.

He slammed the shield of his left arm into Haruki Amamiya, pushing him to the relatively flat slope to the side and below.

After doing all this, the light in her eyes quickly dimmed.

The body was hung high by those hideous red lines, like a broken doll.

Blood flowed down the silk thread, dyeing the rocks beneath red.

The Corpse God seemed a little annoyed by this futile act and was about to tighten the silk thread to strangle Wu Ji completely.

"boom--!"

A beam of azure energy, with the force of thunder, roared down from the bottom of the mountain!

The beam of light was like a spear of divine punishment from the future, accurately hitting the scarlet threads connecting Wu Ji.

Energy and curse collided, bursting into a dazzling white light.

The scarlet thread trembled violently and was broken into pieces by this blow!

"Who?" The Corpse God made an emotional sound for the first time, and its gaze turned towards the foot of the mountain.

I saw a young man wearing a black high-tech combat uniform.

Holding a sci-fi blue spear, he was climbing up at an astonishing speed.

His eyes were as cold as a knife. It was Yuuri Takishiro who arrived in time!

"Wu Ji!"

Another anxious cry came from not far away.

It's Hoshimi Shota!

He had just been blown away by the aftermath of the battle, and had just managed to steady himself when he saw the tragic scene of Wu Ji falling.

His eyes were wide open with anger, and without thinking, he sprinted at full speed towards the direction where Wu Ji fell.

Just before Wu Ji was about to fall on the sharp rock, Hoshimi Shota pounced on her.

He used his body as a cushion to hold her tightly in his arms.

The huge impact force caused the two of them to roll together and roll down the steep gravel slope.

The sharp stones scratched Shota Hoshimi's back and arms.

But he held Wu Ji in his arms tightly, not letting her get hurt again.

After rolling for dozens of meters, the two finally stopped on a small platform.

"Takehime! How are you? Hold on!" Hoshimi Shota's voice was trembling.

He looked at his dying companion in his arms, and his heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.

Wu Ji's right arm had completely disappeared, leaving only a hideous bloody hole.

Blood was still gushing out, staining half of her silver armor and Shota's shirt red.

Her face was as pale as paper and her breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

"Shota..." She used up all her strength and opened her eyes weakly.

With difficulty, he grabbed Shota Hoshimi's collar with his left hand and said, "Come closer... I... have something..."

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, as if it would disappear in the wind at any time.

At the same time, on the top of the mountain, Yuuri Takishiro was already confronting the corpse god.

His eyes swept over Takehime, who was being protected by Shota and whose life or death was uncertain.

He saw Amemiya Haruki lying unconscious on a distant hillside, and an unprecedented rage surged from the bottom of his heart.

This anger did not make him lose his mind, but instead made him calmer than ever before, a cold and deadly calmness.

"It was you... who hurt them?" Yuuri Takishiro's voice was soft, but it carried a chill that was enough to freeze the air.

The corpse god did not answer, but a mocking expression appeared on its face, which was made up of countless resentful souls.

In its view, the new prey in front of it was just another fool who came to die.

Yuuri Takishiro slowly raised the sci-fi spear in his hand, and the blue energy core at the tip of the spear began to rotate at high speed, making a buzzing sound.

His tactical eyepiece automatically opened and began to scan and analyze the enemy in front of him.

Lines of data flashed rapidly across his vision.

[Target Locked: Curse Collective - Corpse God]

Status: Active

Threat Level: ???

When his eyes focus on the blood bar representing the enemy's health,

Even a battle-hardened top hunter like Yuuri Takishiro couldn't help but have his pupils shrink suddenly.

That was a...what a despairing blood line.

It's not the usual red or yellow in the game.

It is a deep, sticky dark red that seems to have gathered all the ominous things in the world.

The most terrifying thing is its length, which almost fills the entire width of the tactical eyepiece's field of view.

It is like a blood-red Great Wall stretching across the sky, indestructible and with no end in sight.

Just now, his full-strength attack was enough to kill the A-rank monster "Thunder Beast" in an instant.

There wasn't even a tiny scratch left on this bottomless blood bar.

Yuuri Takishiro's knuckles turned slightly white from the excessive force he exerted on the spear.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the fear in his heart.

It's impossible to win... This was the first thought that flashed through his mind.

But then, Takehime's weak breathing and Shota's anxious shouts were heard below.

And the pale face of Haruki Amamiya was engraved in his mind like a brand.

Retreat? Run away?

Yuuri Takishiro's eyes instantly changed from horror to absolute madness.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a cold arc, and the energy in his body began to boil at an unprecedented speed.

"The blood bar is long, isn't it?" He whispered to himself, with a hint of bloodthirsty excitement in his voice.

"That's perfect... Let me see how long it takes to completely drain your health bar!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground beneath his feet suddenly shattered.

The whole person turned into a blue lightning and took the initiative to charge towards the invincible god!