Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

"The Supreme God who holds the authority over time."

Wu Hen's voice was not loud, but every word he said was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and even breathing became cautious.

The Supreme God.

This word is beyond their comprehension.

If we say that Galan is heading towards the "God",

It is the pinnacle of power and realm, then the "Supreme God"... is the existence of the creation rules themselves.

After a dead silence, Amamiya Haruki's voice trembled slightly.

He broke the silence: "You mean... we can pray to a supreme god to change time?"

"Not a plea."

Wu Hen shook his head, his expression extremely solemn.

"It's 'communication'."

“That’s the word used in the records.”

"Faced with such an existence, we don't even have the qualifications to pray."

"And the 'King's Mask' is the only proof of this qualification."

"Then what are we waiting for!"

As if his last hope had been ignited, Furuhara Ryoki said excitedly,

"Let's go find the 'King's Face' now! Whatever it is, let's find it!"

"Calm down."

Lin Qiye said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on Wu Hen's face.

Trying to discern more information from his deep eyes,

"Mr. Wu, how credible is this story? You said the records were incomplete."

This is the most critical question.

Hope is tempting, but if it is just an illusory legend,

Then running around for it will only waste the precious time that is already limited.

Wu Hen sighed deeply, a trace of bitterness on his face: "I don't know.

"The ruins themselves are full of mysteries, and their history is far older than any civilization we know of."

"I narrowly escaped death there, and was only able to barely see some of the inscriptions on the stone wall."

"The passage that records the 'King's Face' and the 'Supreme God' is the most central and also the most ambiguous."

He paused, his tone becoming more serious: "Also, even if the records are true, have you ever thought about another thing?"

"A supreme God who holds the power of time... can He be merciful?"

"Time is one of the most fundamental laws of the world. You can turn the hands of time at will."

"No one can predict what kind of consequences it will cause."

"We might be able to save Galan and Takishiro, but the price... might be the whole world."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over my head.

The fire of hope that had just been ignited among the crowd was almost extinguished in an instant.

Yes, when making a deal with such beings, what can mortals use as bargaining chips?

Are you going to gamble the world on the future of two people?

Lin Qiye clenched his fists quietly.

He walked to Jialan's side and looked at her peaceful sleeping face.

He looked at Takishiro who was also unconscious and breathing weakly not far away.

His comrade, his partner, one exhausted everything to protect all living beings, and the other was seriously injured to cover him.

Are we just going to watch one of them being forgotten by the world in her long sleep, and the other gradually withering away in the endless darkness?

"Do not."

Lin Qiye spoke slowly, his voice was not loud, but extremely firm.

He turned around and met everyone's complicated gazes, with an unprecedented light flashing in his dark eyes.

"We have no choice."

He said word by word,

"What world's price, what unknown consequences, that's all for the future."

"There are only two paths before us now."

"One is to watch them die, and then we will be filled with regret and despair,"

"Stay alive amidst a crisis that could come at any moment. The other way..."

His eyes swept over everyone.

"... is to grasp this slim hope, which may be a bottomless abyss."

"Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, I'll try."

"I agree!"

Amamiya Haruki was the first to stand up and wiped his face vigorously.

"The captain is right! Doing nothing is the most hopeless thing! Even if it's just a legend, I'm going to make it a reality!"

Furuhara Ryoki also nodded heavily: "That's right! For Master Galan, I'm willing to do anything!"

Everyone's eyes finally focused on Wu Hen.

Wu Hen looked at the determination in the eyes of the young people in front of him, was silent for a long time, and finally smiled helplessly.

"I knew it would be like this... You little guys are always so passionate and so naive."

He shook his head, but there was a hint of approval in his eyes.

"That's fine."

"Since you have decided to embark on this life-threatening journey,"

"As an old man, I will provide you with some more clues."

Everyone's spirits were instantly lifted.

"Regarding the whereabouts of the 'King's Mask', the inscription actually contains a vague hint."

Wu Hen recalled and said slowly:

"'When the heart of the world stops beating, in the heart of the king's tomb in the endless sea of ​​sand, I search for the forgotten mask.'"

"The heart of the world? The endless sea of ​​sand? The royal mausoleum?"

Lin Qiye quickly grasped these key words, "What places do these refer to?"

"'Endless Sea of ​​Sand' probably refers to the 'Taklamakan Desert' in the western part of the continent."

"The word 'Sea of ​​Death' means in ancient language."

Wu Hen explained,

"But it's hard to say about the 'Royal Tombs'. Countless ancient dynasties are buried beneath that desert."

"As for the 'Heart of the World'..."

Wu Hen frowned tightly, as if this problem had been bothering him for a long time.

"I guess this might not be a place name, but a...time point."

"Perhaps it refers to the time after a major historical event."

"Then let's set off for the Taklamakan Desert now!" Amemiya Haruki said immediately.

"Do not."

Lin Qiye shook his head, his mind became extremely clear at this moment.

"not now."

"We know very little about the 'King's Face' and nothing about the location of the 'King's Tomb',"

"To rush into the sea of ​​death like this is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

He looked at Wu Hen and asked solemnly: "Mr. Wu, I want to know,"

"What do you remember about that ancient ruin and those inscriptions? Any details will do."

"We need a map, a plan, and ... preparation for the worst."

Wu Hen nodded approvingly: "You are much calmer than them."

"very good."

He walked to a table, picked up a pen and paper, and took a deep breath.

“I draw everything I can remember.”

"The routes in the desert, the approximate distribution of ancient dynasties, and my interpretation of that inscription."

As he spoke, the tip of his pen moved rapidly across the paper.

"You don't have much time."

"Once Galan's soul transition begins, it is irreversible."

"We must find the 'King's Mask' before she completely transforms into pure energy."

The sky outside the window had unknowingly turned pale.

A new day is coming.

But for Lin Qiye and others, the darkness hanging over their heads has just begun.

Before them lies an endless sea of ​​sand filled with unknowns and death, and an almost impossible mission.

But this time, there was no despair in their eyes.

What replaced it was the determination to burn the boats.

The aftermath of the battle was still resonating in the air, and the huge monster was dissipating into light points.

Just as Amamiya Haruki was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the air around him suddenly became as sticky as glue!

Time seemed to be dragged by an invisible hand, the flying dust hovered strangely, and even the flow of light became sluggish.

The next second, two figures seemed to tear apart this solidified space and time and stepped out of it!

The person in the lead was Wu Xiangnan!

He looked indifferent, as if he was just visiting his neighbor, but the other person behind him had a mysterious aura.

It was unfathomable, and its mere existence made Amamiya Haruki's soul tremble.

Haruki Amemiya's pupils suddenly shrank, and the muscles that had just relaxed instantly tensed up, and the fingers holding the hilt of the knife turned white due to the force.

enemy?

ally?

He has absolutely no idea!

In this dead silence that can almost crush one's nerves,

Wu Xiangnan's eyes swept over the sharp blades in the hands of Amamiya Haruki and Yurina that had not yet been sheathed.

He finally spoke, his voice clearly piercing the stagnation.

"Lend me the knife."

The air seemed to solidify into a solid object, waiting for an answer, or a more terrifying storm.