Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Amamiya Haruki looked at the two people in front of him with serious expressions, and did not answer immediately, but turned his gaze to Yurina beside him.

Wu Xiangnan took a deep breath, and said with a firm tone that could not be refused: "Mr. Amemiya, the situation is urgent."

"We must borrow that black-gold long sword."

Wang Mian stood beside him and added: "We found a way to open the gate of Takamagahara."

"But I need that knife as a key."

"Not only that, it's our only weapon that has any chance of killing Susanoo."

As soon as the words fell, Yurina, who had been silent all the time, spoke softly. Her voice was calm, but it was like a basin of cold water poured on Wu Xiangnan's heart.

"You can't use this knife."

Wu Xiangnan's brows furrowed instantly. "What do you mean? It's just a knife, why can't it be used?"

"Because this Amaterasu, from its inception, only allows two people to control it."

Yurina's eyes swept across Wu Xiangnan, then across Wang Mian, and finally she shook her head slightly.

"And among these two people, there is no you."

"I don't believe it!" Wu Xiangnan's voice suddenly rose. He couldn't accept this result.

They paid a huge price to find this method.

Now he was told that the most crucial key could not be used. How could he accept this?

He took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the black-gold long sword stuck in the stone platform in the courtyard.

"Let me try! I won't give up until I try!"

Haruki Amamiya did not stop him, but just made a "please" gesture.

Wu Xiangnan walked quickly to the stone platform and tightly grasped the hilt of the black gold long sword with both hands.

He could feel a bone-chilling breath coming through the palm of his hand, as if what he was holding was not a knife, but a piece of ten-thousand-year-old black ice.

"rise!"

He growled, and the muscles in his arms tensed instantly, veins bulged, and all the strength in his body was poured into his arms.

He sucked with all his might, and his face turned red.

However, the black-gold sword seemed to be grown on the stone platform, not moving at all.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds passed.

The knife still didn't react.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Wu Xiangnan's forehead, and his breathing became heavier.

He refused to believe it and once again mobilized all the strength in his body to try to pull it out.

But no matter how hard he tried, the result was the same.

This knife seemed to be mocking his arrogance with silence.

"It's useless." Yurina's voice sounded again, so calm that no emotion could be heard.

"I told you it doesn't recognize you."

Wu Xiangnan seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He let go of his hand dejectedly and took two steps back, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.

He looked at the knife that was so close yet so far away, his fists clenched so tightly that they made a creaking sound.

Wang Mian's expression also became very ugly.

He knew very well that if he couldn't get the knife, all their previous preparations and sacrifices would be in vain.

The atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Just then, two figures walked slowly in from the entrance.

"It seems that we came at the wrong time?"

A calm voice broke the silence. Wu Hen and Lin Qiye stood side by side.

He glanced at the scene and instantly understood the general situation.

Seeing Wu Hen, a ripple finally appeared in Yurina's calm eyes.

Her gaze passed over the others and fell directly on Wu Hen.

"No, you came at the right time." Yurina's tone changed slightly.

"One of the two people who can use Amaterasu is him."

This sentence was like a thunderclap, causing Wu Xiangnan and Wang Mian present to suddenly raise their heads and look at Wu Hen in shock.

Wu Xiangnan's eyes changed from despair to suspicion. He quickly walked to Wu Hen.

He asked anxiously, "Is what she said true? Can you use that knife?"

Wu Hen didn't answer immediately. He glanced at Yurina.

He took another look at the black-gold sword that exuded an ominous aura.

Finally, he turned his gaze back to Wu Xiangnan and asked calmly, "What do you want this knife for?"

This question calmed Wu Xiangnan's excitement a little.

He took a deep breath and told them the entire contents of their plan in detail.

"...We need to use it as a key to split open the space gate leading to Takamagahara."

"After we go in, we have to find Susanoo, and then kill him!"

Wu Xiangnan's voice was not loud, but every word was filled with ruthlessness.

"That's the only way we can fully resolve this crisis."

Wang Mian also came over and said in a deep voice: "Our people have made all the necessary preparations outside."

"As long as we can open the door, we are confident that we can complete the mission."

"Wu Hen, this matter concerns the life and death of everyone. We need your help."

After listening to the two people's stories, Wu Hen and Lin Qiye looked at each other.

Lin Qiye frowned slightly. He could feel that this matter was extremely risky. What kind of place was Takama-ga-hara?

Go there to kill a main god?

This is just crazy.

But there was no hesitation or fear on Wu Hen's face.

He knew better than anyone that some battles were unavoidable.

Instead of passively waiting for the enemy to come to you, it is better to take the initiative and nip the threat in the bud.

What's more, the opponent is Susanoo.

A barely perceptible cold light flashed in Wu Hen's eyes.

"it is good."

One word, crisp and clear.

Wu Xiangnan and Wang Mian were stunned for a moment. They had prepared a lot of reasons to persuade him.

I didn't expect Wu Hen to agree so easily.

"I'll go with you." Wu Hen repeated, his tone calm but full of strength.

"But first, I have to see if this knife really listens to me."

After saying this, he ignored everyone and walked straight to the stone platform in the center of the courtyard.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and even their breathing subconsciously became lighter.

Wu Hen came to the stone platform, but he did not use all his strength like Wu Xiangnan did.

He just casually stretched out his right hand and gently grasped the hilt of the black gold sword.

The moment his hand touched the hilt, the long sword, which had been as silent as death,

Suddenly, a slight humming sound was heard, as if the sleeping dragon had finally waited for its master and let out a joyful roar.

next second.

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, Wu Hen moved his wrist slightly.

"Qiang——!"

The crisp sound of a sword being unsheathed echoed throughout the courtyard.

The black gold long sword that Wu Xiangnan couldn't move even with all his strength was pulled out by Wu Hen with ease.

The blade is as black as ink, yet it seems to absorb all the light around it.

An indescribable aura of horror instantly spread, causing everyone present to feel a palpitation.

Wu Hen casually swung his knife, and the blade cut through the air, making a series of sharp screams.

He nodded with satisfaction: "Nice knife."

Wu Xiangnan looked at this scene with his mouth wide open, unable to utter a word for a long time.

After the shock, there was incomparable ecstasy.

"Great! Great!" he shouted excitedly.

"With this knife, we have hope!"

Wu Hen sheathed the black-gold sword, turned to look at him, and then did something that no one expected.

He took off the other knife from his waist and handed it to Wu Xiangnan.

"You take this knife."

Wu Xiangnan was stunned and subconsciously took the knife. When he saw the pattern on the scabbard,

His pupils shrank suddenly: "Is this... the sword of Ama-no-Murakumo?"

"That's right." Wu Hen nodded.

"If you want to kill a god, you can't go empty-handed."

"Although this sword may not be as powerful as Amaterasu, it is enough to deal with gods."

Wu Xiangnan held the sword of Ama-no-Murakumo and felt a warm current flowing through his body.

He looked at Wu Hen and nodded heavily, and all his words turned into one word: "Okay!"

With the black gold long sword 'Amaterasu' as the key and main weapon,

With the sword of Ama-no-Murakumo as an aid, their success rate in slaying gods has undoubtedly been raised to a higher level.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the team became full of confidence.

Wang Mian, who had been observing calmly, now had a gleam in his eyes.

He looked at Wu Hen, then at Wu Xiangnan, and suddenly spoke in a deep voice.

"Now that the strongest fighting force has been gathered, this operation cannot rely solely on our Night Squad."

His voice attracted everyone's attention.

Wang Mian looked around and spoke word by word, "I propose that Nightfall, Night Watch, and you...our three special teams, work together!"

The moment the words fell, a gust of wind blew through the courtyard.

Wu Hen, Wu Xiangnan, and Wang Mian, the three of them were wearing black cloaks of different styles, which fluttered in the wind and danced wildly.

The three cloaks represent three top powers. At this moment,

Their edges intertwined in the air, as if foreshadowing an impending storm, emitting a suffocating murderous intent.

The trip to Takama-ga-hara was already shrouded in a solemn shadow before it even began.