Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Yuuri Takishiro's pupils suddenly contracted, and on his retina, a line of blood-red numbers appeared.

It was striking his nerves in a brutal and unreasonable way.

Corpse God, Level???, HP: 8,644,197,331/8,644,197,331.

More than 8.6 billion HP!

This number, like an insurmountable towering demonic mountain, weighed heavily on his heart.

His breathing hitched for a moment.

Not long ago, he had just killed the S-level disaster that was wreaking havoc on Sakurajima - the Thunder Beast.

The blood volume of that ferocious beast has reached tens of millions, which is enough to make any top player team feel despair.

But compared with this god-like monster in front of him, the life value that Thunder Beast was proud of was nothing.

It is just like a speck of dust in the vast sea of ​​stars, so small and ridiculous.

This is not an opponent from the same dimension.

The Corpse God just stood there without showing any attacking gesture.

The remnant of divine power that escaped from the decaying body had twisted the entire Kirishima Mountain Range into a demonic realm where no life had been found.

At the foot of the mountain, those low-level monsters that were infected by divine power and went crazy,

At this moment, they are devouring each other and roaring like a tide, offering the most primitive and bloody sacrifice to their gods.

However, the Corpse God's attention was clearly not on those humble sacrifices.

Yuuri Takishiro took a deep breath and forced himself to calm the turbulent waves in his heart.

The more powerful and hopeless the enemy is, the more you need to keep your head absolutely calm.

This is the iron rule he earned with blood and death after wandering on the brink of life and death countless times.

Fear is useless, calculation is meaningful.

He glanced at his status bar, confirming that every buff was active.

Then, with a thought, a translucent prop panel quietly unfolded in front of him.

Countless icons emitting various colors of light flowed on the panel.

From C-level to S-level, each one is enough to drive outside players crazy.

But Yuri Takishiro's gaze did not linger for a moment, his fingers moved across precisely,

Finally, it stopped at the deepest part of the panel, on an icon wrapped in layers of dark golden dragon-patterned chains.

SS-level unique ancient martial arts item - Blood Bar Reaper.

When his fingertips touched the icon, a burning and familiar shudder instantly spread from his fingertips throughout his body.

Dust-covered fragments of memories flooded into my mind like a tide.

He remembered the forgotten "Ancient Warrior Trial Land", a broken plane independent of the main world.

To obtain this weapon, he was alone.

In that cruel world where there were no supplies and death meant permanent annihilation, they fought for three whole months.

He defeated ninety-nine ancient heroes armed with magical weapons.

Having walked the road to heaven paved with bones and resentment,

Finally, in the core of that plane, he saw this murderous blade that had been sleeping for a thousand years.

"If you want to hold me, you must bear its weight."

"I am not the blade of salvation, but the scythe of destruction."

"Wherever it passes, all life is destroyed and all cause and effect are severed."

"Are you willing to transform yourself into a walking disaster, reaping all the lives that stand in your way?"

The question from the weapon spirit still echoes in my ears.

"I am willing."

He answered without hesitation.

Because he knows better than anyone that in this doomsday world invaded by "games",

If you want to protect, you must have the power to destroy everything.

Innocence and compassion are the cheapest words on the epitaph of the weak.

Memories flashed by like lightning, Yuuri Takishiro's eyes,

It has become as calm as the black ice that has existed for thousands of years, and as hot as the lava from the earth's core.

He no longer had any hesitation or wavering, and only pure fighting spirit remained in his heart.

"I choose the Blood Bar Reaper."

As his thoughts were confirmed, the dark golden dragon-patterned chain broke into pieces and turned into light fragments and dissipated.

A weapon with a strange shape, somewhere between a scythe and a saber, appeared silently in his hand.

It has no gorgeous lighting effects, nor does it have an intimidating aura.

The blade is dark, as if it can absorb all light, and only at a certain angle,

Only then can you see the mysterious patterns of blood and dark gold flowing on it.

The handle of the knife is made of unknown animal bones. Holding it in the hand, it is as warm as jade, but it also feels cold enough to penetrate the soul.

This was the Health Bar Reaper. Its attributes were as simple as having only one bar, yet it was also extremely overbearing.

[Blood Bar Reaper]: SS-level unique ancient martial arts item.

When the attack hits the target, it will forcibly kill 1% of the target's current health.

This effect ignores defense, resistance, and level suppression.

Cooldown: 10 seconds.

This is the real reason why Yuuri Takishiro dares to face the 8.6 billion HP corpse god alone!

At the moment when the Blood Bar Reaper appeared, on the top of the mountain,

The corpse god that was as huge as a mountain made obvious movements for the first time.

Its thousand rotten arms paused slightly,

The crazy feast of flesh and blood at the foot of the mountain instantly lost the attention of the gods.

The next second, the corpse god's huge, turbid head, filled with death and resentment, slowly turned.

It has no eyes, but Yuri Takishiro can clearly feel it.

A cold, heavy gaze that seemed to penetrate the soul.

It crossed a distance of several thousand meters and locked onto him tightly.

"Om-"

The air seemed to be sucked out in an instant and then filled with mercury.

An indescribable terrifying pressure descended like the collapse of the sky!

With Yuuri Takishiro as the center, the ground within a radius of 100 meters was cracked inch by inch, and the hard rock was crushed into powder.

The moment his protective force field came into contact with this pressure,

It let out a mournful cry of being overwhelmed, stirring up visible ripples.

Just looking at it has such divine power!

The Corpse God sensed the threat.

It smelled the breath of death from the inconspicuous weapon in Yuuri Takishiro's hand, which was enough to shake its divinity.

"Ants... dare to... covet the throne..."

Intermittent, as if distorted by the wails of countless dead souls,

It exploded directly in Yuuri Takishiro's mind, carrying with it endless majesty and tyranny.

Yuuri Takishiro groaned, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, but his hand holding the Blood Bar Reaper was as steady as a rock.

He raised his head, met the gaze that was enough to make any living being mentally collapse, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"God? In front of me, it's just a prey with a longer health bar."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his left hand, palm facing the sky.

A dark force that was incompatible with this world rose from his body into the sky!

"The field expands—Yanma Hell!"

A low shout sounded like an imperial decree from the Netherworld.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and the earth shook!

The originally gray sky was instantly dyed into a strange dark red.

A huge waning moon emitting an ominous purple light hung high in the sky.

The ground beneath his feet was no longer solid rock, but had turned into a yellow spring land swirling with black mist.

Huge chains as thick as arms, like poisonous snakes from hell,

They roared out from deep underground, colliding with each other, making a sharp "clattering" sound, completely blocking off this space.

In the distance, one can vaguely see the eerie throne of bones and the endlessly flowing blood river of Forgotten.

Countless blurry ghosts floated in the black fog, emitting silent wails.

The entire top of Mount Kirishima was destroyed by Yuuri Takishiro single-handedly in just a few seconds.

It was forcibly transformed into a judgment purgatory that belonged to him alone!

This is his S-level talent, Yama Hell.

In this area, he is the only Yama.

All attributes of all hostile targets will be weakened by 30%, and the field will continue to isolate the target from external energy connections.

For the Corpse God who relies on absorbing the veins of the Kirishima Mountains and the resentment of living beings,

This last effect is tantamount to cutting off the fuel supply!

"Roar--!"

The corpse god roared in pain and anger.

It can clearly feel the unbreakable connection between itself and the mountains below.

It is being forcibly cut off by a brutal force.

The source of its strength is drying up.

It was completely furious!

Thousands of rotten arms rise up at the same time, like a forest of death,

It covered the sky and the sun, smashing down heavily towards the location where Yuuri Takishiro was!

Each arm carries the power to tear apart space, wherever it passes,

Even the laws of Yama Hell were temporarily distorted, emitting a piercing wail.

However, Yuuri Takishiro's figure disappeared from the spot just before the attack landed.

When he reappeared, he had already come to the side of the huge body of the Corpse God like a ghost.

The dark blood bar reaper in his hand drew an extremely simple line in the air.

Yet it also contains the trajectory of supreme killing intent.

There was no earth-shattering light, no earth-shattering momentum.

There was only a "swoosh" sound, so slight that it was almost inaudible, as if a sharp knife was cutting through the softest cheese.

The Blood Reaper's blade easily broke through the Corpse God's rotten skin that was as thick as divine gold.

It cut deep into its body.

The next moment, above Yuuri Takishiro's head, the huge blood bar representing the corpse god appeared.

A change occurred that shocked even the gods!

-86,441,973!

A string of shocking injury figures poured down like a waterfall!

A full one percent of health, more than 86 million health points,

With this seemingly ordinary blow, he was "harvested" alive!

“Ouch——!!!”

The unprecedented pain made the corpse god let out a heart-wrenching howl.

This is no longer just physical damage, but a deeper level of deprivation and killing of the very source of life!

It can feel that a part of its "existence" has been permanently erased!

This feeling reminded it of the mythological era and the ancient heroes who dared to wield swords against the gods.

Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable!

The Corpse God, who was completely enraged, shook his entire body violently, and a divine power that was a hundred times more terrifying than before burst out!

Ancient and sacred golden lines began to emerge on its rotting body, which was the embodiment of its authority as a mountain god.

"Those who blaspheme... the divine power... shall... bear... the... wrath of God!"

The grand, majestic, and destructive divine consciousness transformed into a tangible shock wave, sweeping across the entire Yama Hell.

The Corpse God's thousands of arms no longer attacked randomly, but were all clasped together in front of its chest, as if performing some ancient prayer ritual.