Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Lin Qiye's eyes swept across the crowd, and finally landed on the Huojin Sword that exuded an ominous aura.

The voice was steady and clear, breaking the silence at the scene.

"I know everyone has a lot of questions in their minds right now. Don't worry, Wu Hen and I will explain everything clearly."

Wu Hen nodded and took over the conversation. His tone was very calm.

But every word was like a stone thrown into everyone's heart, causing ripples.

"First of all, everyone needs to understand one thing: the root cause of the catastrophe we are facing now,"

"Or perhaps the only place where we can completely solve it is not in our world."

Cao Yuan frowned. "Not in our world? What do you mean?"

"What it means is that there is a place that we have always thought was a myth, but it actually exists."

"That place is called Takama-ga-hara." Wu Hen said word by word.

"Takama-ga-hara? The kingdom of the gods in Japanese mythology?"

A member of the Night Squad couldn't help but speak out, his tone full of disbelief.

"That's understandable, but it's not entirely accurate," Lin Qiye added.

"It's more like a hidden kingdom of God that's independent of our world, a higher-dimensional space."

"To put it bluntly, our previous battles were merely cleaning up some of the 'garbage' spilled by the catastrophe."

"The real source is behind the door we can't see."

Wu Hen's eyes became sharp: "If we want to completely end this catastrophe, we must take the initiative to attack and enter Takama-ga-hara."

"Instead of just passively waiting for them to come in waves like we are doing now."

"But you said that place is a hidden kingdom of God. How can we get in?" Cao Yuan immediately grasped the crux of the problem.

Wu Hen's gaze slowly shifted towards the Huojin Sword.

"This is the key."

Everyone's attention was instantly focused on the knife.

"The gate of Takama-ga-hara is called the 'Gate of Guidance'."

"It's not a physical door, but a spatial node, a passage."

"And we want to cut open this passage and make it usable for our own use,"

"We must use this Huojin Sword, which embodies the nine ultimate evils and ominous signs in the world."

Wu Hen explained, "Only this can cut through the barrier between the two worlds."

Everyone suddenly realized, but what followed was a deeper sense of heaviness.

The severity of the situation far exceeded their imagination.

They are no longer just defenders, but will become soldiers on an expedition.

Go to a completely unknown kingdom of God and challenge unknown enemies.

"Wait a moment,"

Cao Yuan's thoughts raced.

"If this sword is the key, then all the things that happened before... For example, we were trapped in the Land of Sakura."

"This inexplicable game, and the little fat guy..."

"You're right."

Lin Qiye's face showed a complicated expression, with admiration and helplessness.

"Everything is a game."

"A shocking chess game set by the old king... or rather, my future self."

"A game of chess?"

"Correct."

Wu Hen answered affirmatively,

"Think about it, why are we in a fishing village?"

"Why did we experience that seemingly unsolvable time loop? That wasn't a trap, it was a 'refining furnace'."

"Refining furnace?"

"That's right, it's the furnace for refining sword spirits." Wu Hen's thoughts were extremely clear.

"The Huojin Sword requires a powerful sword spirit, and this sword spirit cannot be created out of thin air."

"The closed loop of time in the fishing village, the repetition of despair over and over again, is all to temper a sufficiently strong soul."

"That soul is Yurina."

Upon hearing his sister's name, Yuuri Takishiro, who had been silent until now, suddenly shuddered.

Lin Qiye continued, "But this is not enough."

"A powerful soul alone is not enough. We also need an opportunity, an opportunity that allows the soul and the sword to merge perfectly."

"So, the old man Wang Mian made the most daring move—he sent Baili Pangpang back in time."

"Send the little fat boy back?" Everyone was even more confused.

"Correct."

Wu Hen's eyes sparkled with wisdom, as if he had seen through all the fog.

"Sending Pangpang back is not about changing the past, but about creating a 'predetermined' future."

"Pangpang's past actions ensured Yurina's death and also ensured that she would be under the strongest obsession."

"Dedicate your soul to Huojindao."

"This formed a closed loop of cause and effect, making the fact that 'Yurina became Soul Calibur' an unshakable 'fact'."

hiss……

Everyone present felt a chill on the back of their head.

This layout, one thing after another, spans time and plays with cause and effect. It is simply a stroke of genius.

"This is crazy..." a team member muttered to himself.

"But that's not all."

Wu Hen shook his head.

"I have the sword, and I have the sword spirit, but I still lack the most crucial link - a person who can wield this sword."

He paused, his gaze finally landing on Yuuri Takishiro.

"Not everyone can use this knife."

"Its power stems from ominousness and disaster. If an ordinary person grasps it, their mind will be devoured immediately."

"To master it, two conditions are required."

"First, he must be someone who has a close blood relationship with the Sword Spirit."

"Secondly, this person must also be a 'god' standing at the pinnacle of a certain field."

As Wu Hen finished speaking, everyone's eyes were focused on Yuuri Takishiro and the knife.

At this moment, the quietly floating Huojin Sword suddenly made a slight buzzing sound.

A soft yet sad white light slowly overflowed from the blade.

In the light, the shadow of a girl wearing a shrine maiden's costume slowly took shape.

She looked a little transparent, but her facial features were clear, exactly like Yurina.

"elder brother……"

The girl's voice was ethereal yet real, carrying endless longing, ringing in everyone's ears.

Yuuri Takishiro's whole body was stiff. He stared blankly at the shadow, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a word.

He thought he would never see his sister again, but he didn't expect that she would appear again in this way.

"Nai...Nai?" His voice was hoarse.

"Brother, it's me." Yurina's shadow floated in front of him.

There was a smile on her face, but tears in the corners of her eyes.

"I didn't leave you."

"I became the soul of this sword, so that I can be with you forever and fight by your side."

This scene silenced everyone present.

They finally understood the full meaning of Wu Hen's words just now.

The sword, the sword soul, and the sword master.

Brothers and sisters who are connected by blood, one is the white-robed sword god, the other is the sacrificial sword spirit.

This is the true secret of Huojin's nine swords combining into one.

It is also the last move in the chess game laid out by the old king, and also the most crucial one.

Wu Hen looked at them and said softly, "Now, do you understand?"

"Whether we can enter Takama-ga-hara and seize the initiative to eliminate the catastrophe depends on these siblings."

Everyone suddenly realized.

All the doubts and confusions before disappeared at this moment.

Everyone felt like they had emerged from a thick fog.

Although the road ahead is still difficult, at least it is clear.

Yuuri Takishiro slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his sister's cheek, but his hand passed through the shadow.

"Brother, don't be sad."

Yurina's voice rang directly in his mind, "I am one with you now."

"This knife is my body."

"If you want to use it, you don't need to use brute force to control it. You just need to... feel me."

She went on to explain, "This knife feeds on misfortune and despair, and its power is dangerous."

"But brother, your will, your heart, can guide it."

"You can turn this despair into the power to protect others."

Yuuri Takishiro took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually changed from sadness to determination.

He nodded, then slowly grasped the hilt of the Huojin Sword.

An extremely cold aura, filled with violence and ominousness, instantly flowed through his arm and spread throughout his body.

But just when this power was about to erode his mind,

Another warm and familiar breath came from inside the blade.

Wrap that violent power gently, guide it, and make it submit to Yuuri Takishiro.

"Don't think about how to swing the knife." Yurina's voice sounded again.

"Think about what you want to cut off and what you want to protect."

"Knife, I will listen to you."

Yuuri Takishiro closed his eyes and felt the two completely different auras coming from the hilt of the sword.

He understood that from now on, this knife would be the weapon he and his sister would use to fight side by side.

The atmosphere at the scene changed from heavy to a glimmer of hope.

At this moment, Cao Yuan, who had been thinking silently, suddenly raised his head.

His expression was serious, and he looked straight at Wu Hen and Lin Qiye.

"I understand everything."

“The plan is huge and sophisticated.”

"but……"

He paused for a moment, causing everyone's heart to rise.

"There's one thing you haven't mentioned from beginning to end."

Cao Yuan's voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear.

"Where's Galan?"

"Where did she go?"

As soon as this question was asked, the atmosphere that had just relaxed suddenly froze again, becoming even more depressing than before.

The calmness on Wu Hen's face disappeared instantly.

He subconsciously avoided Cao Yuan's gaze, pursed his lips tightly, and said nothing.

Lin Qiye, who was standing next to him, also clenched his fists.

He lowered his head and no one could see the expression on his face.

An indescribable heaviness and sadness enveloped everyone present.

They were all experienced warriors, and they immediately guessed some bad possibilities from the reactions of the two.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for an answer that they both wanted to know and were afraid to hear.

The dead silence was broken by a sudden low roar that came from far away and then got closer.

The sound was not like thunder, nor like an explosion, but more like something extremely heavy.

It dragged the entire space, making the air groan as it could not bear the weight.