Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The night wind howled, carrying with it a bloody scent, as if singing the final elegy for this cursed land.

The last huge paper crane, its wings were broken in the fierce battle.

It let out a dying wail and used up its last bit of spiritual power to release the eighth Huojin Sword from its claws.

"Qiang!"

The sword, which was flashing with an ominous purple light, fell precisely like a black lightning.

Yurina stretched out her hand, which was already soaked in blood, and caught it steadily.

The cold touch of the knife handle spread along her palm and all the way to her heart.

Her face was pale, her lips were almost transparent, only her eyes were

It was astonishingly bright, as if burning the last flame of life.

She looked around, and with her as the center, a pool of blood and corpses was slowly expanding.

At the edge of the pool of blood, seven Huojin swords had already been placed in place, with the tips facing inward, forming an incomplete circle.

There is only one left.

Yurina took a deep breath, suppressing the fishy sweetness rising in her throat.

Without hesitation, he thrust the eighth Huojin sword in his hand into the pool of blood in front of him!

The blade sank into the ground, making a dull wail.

In an instant, with the blades as nodes, the eight fierce swords seemed to be connected by invisible threads.

A circle of light lit up along the edge of the pool of blood. That light was not holy white.

It is not an evil purple, but a chaotic and ancient color, as if it has seeped out from the cracks in time.

Inside the knife ring, the blood stopped flowing and began to rotate at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a slow and deep vortex.

The spiritual energy in the air was stirred wildly, making a low humming sound, as if some ancient existence was about to awaken.

Yurina stood in the center of the vortex,

The long black hair was blown wildly by the invisible air current.

The thin figure is as solemn and dignified as a rock.

She was like a witch who offered everything to the gods in an ancient ceremony, sacred and resolute.

The ceremony is about to complete the final step.

Her hand trembled as it touched her waist.

There, hanging a small paper knife, it was the amulet she had worn since she was a child.

It was the last and most precious thought that Grandma He left her.

This paper knife, named "Shinkiri", was originally a sharp weapon used by Grandma He to cut off all disasters and ominous things in the world.

At this moment, it will become the last key to unlock this desperate magic circle.

When her fingertips touched the warm scabbard, the familiar touch caused a slight crack in Yurina's tense nerves.

Her eyes instantly turned red, and a hot teardrop fell.

It slid down uncontrollably, dripping into the bloody vortex beneath its feet, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Grandma He..." She murmured in an almost inaudible voice.

His fingertips vigorously stroked the lifelike paper crane carving on the scabbard.

This knife carries her entire childhood.

She still remembers that every time she woke up from a nightmare as a child, Grandma He would gently stroke her back.

Just lightly touch her forehead with the paper knife and all her fear will disappear.

She also remembered that Grandma He once said to her with a smile,

This "God-Kiri" will protect her forever, just like her grandmother will always be by her side.

But grandma is no longer here.

But now, she has to use her grandmother's protection to open a destructive magic circle with her own hands.

The immense sadness and reluctance overwhelmed her like a tide.

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, the determination to sacrifice everything,

At this moment, I was almost defeated by this soft longing.

At this moment, a warmth softer than the night breeze gently fell on her head.

Yurina was startled.

She slowly raised her head and saw a translucent figure with a warm glow standing in front of her.

She was a kind old lady with her silver hair combed meticulously.

His face was covered with wrinkles of time, but his eyes were filled with tenderness and love like the stars.

It’s Grandma He.

"Silly child, why are you crying?" The shadow of Grandma He smiled.

The hand made of light and shadow was gently stroking her hair, the movement was exactly the same as in her memory.

"You did great, Yurina."

"You are braver than grandma imagined."

Yurina could no longer hold back her tears, which fell like pearls from a broken string.

She opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something.

Unable to utter a word, he could only gaze greedily at the familiar yet distant figure before him.

"Don't be afraid." Grandma He's voice was ethereal and warm, as if it could heal all the pain in the world.

“This is not the end, but the beginning.”

“Remember, no matter when or where you are, grandma’s blessings will always be with you.”

The hand that was stroking her head gradually became illusory and the light began to dim.

"Go, my child." Grandma He's figure turned into starlight and she looked at her one last time.

Yurina slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again,

All the fragility and sadness have been buried deep in my heart.

What replaced it was an unprecedented determination.

She resolutely took off the paper knife "Shenqie" from her waist.

Before the sword was unsheathed, an extremely pure spiritual power spread out.

It formed a sharp contrast with the evil aura of the eight Huojin swords around it.

That breath was like a white lotus blooming in a dirty quagmire, holy and inviolable.

This is the core of the ceremony.

With the purest and cleanest power, control the most vicious and evil weapon, activate the laws of heaven and earth, and reverse the universe!

Yurina held the "God-Kiri" tightly in both hands and raised it high above her head.

Her eyes were as fast as lightning, locked onto the center of the circle formed by the eight Huojin swords, the only empty center of the formation.

"In the name of Yurina—"

Her voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the noise and roar of the battlefield, carrying unquestionable majesty.

“—Open the door!”

The moment she finished speaking, she used all her strength to stab the "Divine Cut" in her hand fiercely!

There was no loud sound of metal colliding, nor the dull sound of a knife entering flesh.

When the tip of the "God's Cut" touched the center of the bloody vortex, the whole world seemed to stand still.

The next second, a pure white light burst out from the blade of "God's Cut"!

The light was holy and brilliant, instantly dispelling the darkness within a radius of 100 meters.

Then, the eight Huojin swords surrounding them began to vibrate violently at the same time.

The evil spirit lingering on the blade was attracted by the white light and transformed into eight purple-black auras.

Like eight mad dragons, they roared and rushed towards the paper knife in the center!

The white light and the purple-black aura are madly connected, entangled, and fused!

boom--! ! !

A terrifying energy wave that cannot be described in words suddenly swept out with Yurina as the center!

The earth shook violently, as if it could not bear the weight.

A thick and frightening beam of light, interwoven with black and white,

It rose from the center of the magic circle, tore through the thick night sky, penetrated the dark clouds, and rushed straight into the sky!

A column of light shot up into the sky, eclipsing the heaven and earth!

On the entire battlefield, whether it is human or demon,

Everyone was so shocked by this sudden strange phenomenon in heaven and earth that they stopped what they were doing and looked in horror at the pillar of light that penetrated the sky and the earth.

"Then...what is that?!"

"What a terrifying spiritual power fluctuation! The ground is... cracking!"

"It's Yurina-sama! She's in the center of the light column!"

On another battlefield, Yuuri Takihaku chopped off the head of a giant demon with a single blow, and the boiling demon blood splashed all over him.

He was about to chase another enemy when he suddenly felt a breath coming from behind him that made his soul tremble.

He was very familiar with that breath.

It was his sister's scent, but it was mixed with something that made him feel extremely scared and unfamiliar.

He turned his head stiffly, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip the moment he saw the beam of light shooting up into the sky.

In the center of the light column, the familiar yet thin figure surrounded by light made his heart sink into an ice cellar.

"elder sister--!!!"

A shrill roar, heart-wrenching, filled with endless fear and despair.

At the same time, at the edge of the battlefield, countless paper cranes that had originally bound Amamiya Haruki to the ground,

The moment the beam of light came on, it was as if all the strength was drained away.

It lost its luster in an instant and turned into ordinary pieces of paper, drifting away in the wind.

The restraints suddenly disappeared and Haruki Amamiya regained his freedom.

He suddenly jumped up from the ground, but did not look at his enemy.

Instead, he immediately looked up at the huge pillar of light connecting heaven and earth.

His body was trembling slightly, and there was no trace of joy at regaining his freedom on his handsome face.

Deep in his eyes, there was endless bitterness and pain.

Others may not know what it is, but he knows.

He knew what Yurina had activated, and he knew the price she had paid for it.

"... Or has it come to this?"

He murmured softly, his voice as hoarse as if it had been polished with sandpaper.

He was too useless. If he could be stronger, if he could break free earlier, maybe...

But there are no ifs in this world.

As everyone was staring at this doomsday scene in shock, grief, or bewilderment,

The brightness and range of the beam of light that penetrated the sky and earth were increasing at a terrifying speed.

It began to expand wildly in all directions.

Wherever the light reaches, the air distorts and space wails.

A destructive aura began to spread across the entire earth.

"Back off! Back off!"

Shota Hoshimi's roar was almost torn apart by the deafening roar.

He held the weak Amamiya Haruki in one hand and tightly grasped Furuhara Yoshiki with the other.

The three of them tumbled and crawled back frantically.

The ground beneath their feet was wailing and cracking, as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand and was about to be crushed into powder!

The light that erupted from Yurina's body was no longer something that ordinary people could understand.

It is no longer just light, but the embodiment of a rule, a terrifying force that is enough to rewrite reality!

The light expanded crazily at a speed beyond imagination.

Like a tsunami, it engulfed everything—the broken torii gate, the collapsed shrine, the scorched earth... everything.

Everything was erased and assimilated in this extremely pure white light!

"boom--!!!"

There was a loud noise as if from the beginning of the world, and the pillar of light that supported the sky and the earth,

Finally, with an unmatched posture, he crashed into the Eight-foot Mirror hanging high in the sky!

This ancient artifact is said to be able to reflect everything and see through everything.