Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Outside the Yata Mirror, everyone watched helplessly as a crack emerged from the edge of the mirror.

Like a hideous scar, it quickly spread towards the center.

The world in the mirror is falling apart at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sky and the earth collapsed together, turning into the purest nothingness.

"Lao Lu! Are you crazy? Come out now!"

Baili Pangpang's roar changed tone, he clung to the edge of the ruins tightly,

I wish I could rush in and pull out the figure riding the electric scooter.

That is the inner space of the Yata Mirror, a sacred artifact in myths and legends.

Now that it's about to break, what will be the outcome for the people trapped inside?

"No, Fatty, my order hasn't been delivered to the customer yet."

A leisurely voice came from Baili Pangpang's communicator.

As relaxed as if discussing what to eat for dinner,

"In our line of work, reputation is paramount. The goods are there, and the people are there. If the goods are lost... the people won't come back."

"It's already this late and you're still thinking about your crappy order! Is your life more important, or the order?"

Baili Pangpang stamped his feet anxiously, "If you don't come out now, you and that broken mirror will be finished together!"

In the mirror world, Lu Wuwei rides his beloved electric donkey.

He swayed left and right on the collapsing ground, dodging the abyss cracks that suddenly appeared under his feet.

Behind him was a rolling wave of void, swallowing everything.

He seemed unaware of it, and even had time to look back.

"Oh, this scene is quite spectacular." He exclaimed in amazement, without a trace of nervousness in his tone.

"What a spectacular sight! Get out here right now!" Baili Pangpang was almost driven crazy by his attitude.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Lu Wuwei stopped the electric scooter slowly and took out a cloth bag hanging on the front of the scooter.

He took out a yellow duck helmet, slowly put it on his head, and fastened the buckle.

Baili Pangpang looked at the picture coming from the communicator and forgot what to say for a moment.

The situation is urgent, and he still has the mood to wear a helmet?

Or a little yellow duck?

"You...what are you doing?" Baili Pangpang's voice was a little trembling. He felt that Lu Wuwei might be making arrangements for his funeral.

"Safety first." Lu Wuwei replied as a matter of course, "Traffic rules must be obeyed."

As soon as the words fell, in front of the jaw-dropping gazes of Baili Pangpang and everyone outside,

The headlights of that ordinary electric bike suddenly lit up, and light blue flames shot out from under the wheels.

The next second, the electric bike and Lu Wuwei, who was wearing a little yellow duck helmet,

He simply ignored the crumbling ground beneath his feet and flew up unsteadily.

"Chubby, the signal isn't very good. I'll go in first. The customer is still waiting."

"Wait...wait! How can your car fly?!"

"Oh, I modified it a bit and added an anti-gravity module. Otherwise, the traffic jams during peak delivery hours would be too time-consuming."

Lu Wuwei's voice came amidst the intermittent sound of electricity.

"Okay, I'm done chatting with you. Deep space is ahead. I need to speed up. I'm hanging up now."

There was a busy tone on the communicator.

Everyone, including Wu Hen and Lin Qiye,

They all stared blankly at the tiny yet extremely determined figure in the Yata Mirror.

Driving a flying electric car, he rushed towards the darker and more chaotic core of the collapse without hesitation.

"Who... who is he?" A member of the Night Watch muttered to himself, his worldview being shaken like never before.

Lin Qiye's gaze moved away from the mirror and fell on Wu Hen beside him. His expression was also solemn.

"You don't seem very surprised by him." Lin Qiye said in a deep voice.

Wu Hen shook his head, his eyes still fixed on the mirror that was about to shatter completely.

"I just didn't expect him to go in that way."

"However, since he dared to accept this 'order', he must have a way to complete it."

"Order?" Lin Qiye frowned.

"You mean, he went in for...the Huojin Sword?"

"Other than that, I can't think of anything else that would be worth the risk."

Wu Hen's tone was very certain.

"I thought it was strange before. The appearance of Huojin Sword was too abrupt."

"It doesn't seem to belong to this world. It's more like... an 'object' that was delivered."

"An item being delivered, and Lu Wuwei is the deliveryman?"

Lin Qiye quickly understood Wu Hen's meaning. This inference sounded absurd.

But considering Lu Wuwei's behavior just now, it seems extremely reasonable.

"That's pretty much what it means."

Wu Hen nodded.

"So, I've been wondering what this knife, or the word 'Huojin', actually represents."

"Disaster, bad luck." Lin Qiye replied.

"No, I think it's more than that." Wu Hen's eyes became deeper.

"It's not simply creating disasters, nor is it a symbol of doom."

"I have a feeling that when that knife appeared, all of us knew,"

"Even the rules of this world are being affected by it."

He paused, as if organizing his words, trying to explain his thoughts in a simpler way.

“Let’s put it this way: we see a mountain and know it’s a mountain.”

“We see a river and know it’s a river.”

"This is common sense, the most basic law of this world."

“However, when the Huojin Sword appeared, it seemed to tell us that a mountain is not necessarily a mountain, and a river can also be a sea of ​​fire.”

Wu Hen looked at Lin Qiye, "It is distorting 'reality', or rather, it is defining a new 'reality'."

"A reality filled with disaster and destruction."

Lin Qiye's pupils shrank slightly, and he instantly understood the meaning of Wu Hen's words.

"You mean, the Huojin Sword itself is the embodiment of a law?"

"Correct!"

Wu Hen snapped his fingers.

"That's the word! It's not a weapon, it's a law! A law called 'Disaster'!"

"That's why it can ignore the blockade of the Eight-foot Mirror, and that's why it can make everything around it become chaotic and irrational."

"Because within the scope of its laws, chaos is the only 'common sense'."

The night watchmen around were confused, but Lin Qiye understood.

If Wu Hen's inference is true, then the horror of this knife will far exceed everyone's imagination.

At this moment, the crack on the surface of the Yata Mirror finally spread to the center.

"Click——"

An extremely crisp shattering sound echoed in everyone's ears.

The mirror is broken.

At the same time, in another part of the ruins, in a stone chamber shrouded by a barrier.

"Pfft!"

The sharp knife flashed by, and Wu Xiangnan's body was cut in half for the 32nd time.

Before the blood could gush out, his upper and lower body turned into countless golden spots of light, and then quickly reassembled on the spot.

In just three seconds, Wu Xiangnan appeared at the same spot again, intact.

But his face was as pale as paper, his breathing became extremely rapid, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.

"Do you want to continue?"

Standing opposite him was Wang Mian, holding a long sword.

His voice was devoid of any emotion, like a machine executing orders with precision.

"Cough... cough cough..." Wu Xiangnan coughed violently a few times and waved his hands.

"No... no need to rest, just keep going."

"Your mental strength is approaching its limit." Wang Mian reminded him.

"If you keep going like this, your consciousness might collapse during the reorganization process."

"I know."

Wu Xiangnan gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, but his expression was extremely firm.

"It's almost there, I can feel it, just the last little bit!"

"If we stop now, all the previous thirty-two attempts will be in vain!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his trembling right hand again and pressed down on the fist-sized golden ball of light floating in front of him.

That is the origin of the sun, the core of this relic.

The moment his hand touched the ball of light, a surge of energy far more violent than any before flowed through his arm.

Flowing into his body madly.

"Uhhhhhh-!"

Wu Xiangnan let out a painful roar, his skin cracked inch by inch.

Golden flames gushed out from the cracks, and the whole person seemed to be bursting by this force.

Thirty-three times.

The blade fell and the head flew up.

This time, Wu Xiangnan's body did not turn into a point of light directly like before.

Instead, the moment it was cut off, it exploded and turned into a golden storm that swept across the entire stone chamber.

Wang Mian stood quietly in the center of the storm, letting the violent energy wash over his body without moving.

After a few seconds, the storm gradually subsided and all the golden light spots began to converge towards the center.

The light faded and Wu Xiangnan's figure reappeared.

He was still standing in the same position, with no visible wounds on his body.

But his temperament has changed drastically.

If he was a tenacious warrior before, he is now...

It is like a star that has gathered all its light, quiet, yet containing enough power to burn everything.

A smile of relief and surprise appeared on his face.

"Success..."

He spread out his palm, looked at the golden light flowing gently in his palm, and said softly,

"It seems...it seems like I caught it."

Wang Mian put away his knife and looked at him calmly, "What did you catch?"

“Critical point.”

Wu Xiangnan raised his head and looked at Wang Mian. In the depths of his eyes, it seemed as if two suns were burning.

"I have absorbed all the sun's essence and forcibly fused them into one point."

"Now, just one more time..."

There was an uncontrollable excitement in his tone.

"If you kill me one more time, my body and soul will undergo a final transformation in the cycle of destruction and rebirth."

"I can use myself as a 'container' and, on top of these ruins, give birth to the real..."

Wang Mian took over his words: "The Law of the Sun."

"Yes."

Wu Xiangnan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"It's the Law of the Sun."

"Are you ready? This is the last time."

"I understand." Wang Mian nodded and gripped the hilt of the knife again.

The entire stone chamber fell into a strange calm, and the extremely tense atmosphere before disappeared.

Instead, there is a calm before the storm.

"Wait a minute." Wu Xiangnan suddenly spoke again.

Wang Mian's hand holding the knife stopped in mid-air, waiting for his next move.

Wu Xiangnan looked at his hands, feeling the immense power within him that was about to break out of the cocoon.

He was silent for a moment before he spoke slowly.

"You know, I worked so hard and died thirty-three times to get to this point."

His voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself.

"But even if I really gave birth to the Law of the Sun, it would actually only have one use."

Wang Mian didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

Wu Xiangnan raised his head, his gaze seemed to penetrate the dome of the stone chamber and look at the distant horizon.

"It can't be used to create, nor can it be used to protect."

He paused and said word by word, "This law has been in existence since its inception."

"It's a weapon, a weapon specifically designed to...kill gods."