Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The golden beam that tore through the sky was not the aftermath of an attack at all.

It is the attack itself.

The sword of Ame no Murakumo!

"Faster! Faster!" Lin Qiye roared at the shadowy figure driving in front of him, his voice distorted by fear.

The ghost white horse seemed to have also sensed the terrifying aura that was enough to annihilate everything.

The four hooves burned with pale flames, and the speed soared again, and it fled madly across the wilderness carrying the broken carriage.

The Gate of Guidance is just ahead, less than one kilometer away.

But the sword behind him is faster!

Wu Hen stared at the back, the golden light rapidly enlarged in his field of vision.

The terrifying sword pressure had even penetrated the space, causing his skin to feel a stinging sensation.

"It's useless." Wu Hen's voice was unusually calm, but his clenched fists betrayed his inner thoughts. "It's much faster than us."

"Then what should we do? Wait to die?"

"Turn the carriage around! Get rid of it!"

The shadowy figure driving the horse obeyed the command and suddenly pulled the reins. The ghostly white horse neighed silently.

The entire carriage drifted almost 90 degrees and rushed towards the hills on the left.

However, the golden light drew an incredible arc in the air, like a thorn in the flesh, following them closely.

"Damn it!" Lin Qiye couldn't help but curse.

"Shouldn't it be attacking in a straight line? Why is it turning?"

"It's not the direction it's locked onto, it's us." Wu Hen's face was extremely ugly.

His mind was working frantically, calculating all the possibilities.

Jump off the car?

No, the sword's range is too large, and you'll die faster if you jump out.

Run separately?

Even worse, you will just become a sitting duck.

Resistance?

What can we use to resist?

Use your face?

This is an attack from God, a power that exceeds the limits of mortal cognition.

In the face of such absolute power, any strategy seems pale and ridiculous.

One kilometer... eight hundred meters... five hundred meters...

The Gate of Guidance was getting closer, but so was the sword.

The shadow of death hangs over everyone's head.

At this moment, Wu Hen felt Galan beside him move.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw Galan silently pulling his hand out of his palm.

The disappearance of that warm touch made Wu Hen feel inexplicably empty inside.

"What are you going to do?" Wu Hen asked.

Galan did not answer, but raised his white hand with his palm facing the back wall of the carriage.

An invisible wave spread out instantly from her hand, covering the entire carriage.

【immortal】.

She transferred the protection of theocracy from herself to this dilapidated carriage.

Wu Hen understood her intention instantly, and the huge rock hanging in his heart finally fell a little.

Although I don’t know if this broken car can withstand the attack of the magic sword, at least it is much better than gambling with human lives.

Almost at the same moment when the [Immortal] divine power covered the carriage, the sword of Ama Murakumo arrived.

It was as if time was slowed down at this moment.

The first to be hit were the two ghostly white horses burning with soul fire.

They didn't even have time to let out a cry of grief, the moment they touched the golden light,

It was completely evaporated, without even a trace of energy remaining.

The carriage, having lost power, rolled forward under the huge inertia.

The next moment, the golden sword tip pierced the back wall of the carriage with incredible precision.

"boom--!!!"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only an extremely dull thud, as if the heaven and earth had been pierced by this sword.

The golden divine power that was powerful enough to destroy everything collided directly with the [Immortal] divine power that represented eternity.

A shock wave that cannot be described in words spread out!

With the carriage as the center, the ground within a radius of 100 meters instantly cracked and sank.

The soil and rocks were crushed into powder by the terrifying force, and a huge circular pit appeared out of thin air.

The wrecked carriage shook violently in the center of the huge pit, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound, as if it would fall apart at any time.

Wu Hen and Lin Qiye were shaken to death in the carriage and only held on to the wall of the carriage to avoid being thrown out.

Through the car window, Wu Hen could see that the tip of the golden sword Ame no Murakumo had pierced into the back wall of the car.

Half an inch.

It was only half an inch away, but it made Wu Hen's heart sink to the bottom.

On the rear wall of the carriage, the invisible [Immortal] barrier was now flickering with light of varying brightness, with fine cracks spreading across it.

It can't hold on any longer.

Wu Hen suddenly turned around and looked at Jia Lan.

"puff--"

A small amount of blood flowed out from the corner of Galan's mouth and dripped down her smooth chin.

Her face was as pale as paper.

"Isn't your [Immortality] an absolute defense?" Wu Hen's voice was a little dry.

"Any divine power has its limits." Jia Lan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained calm.

"After all, it's one of the three sacred treasures of Takamagahara. It's quite impressive that it can hold off for this long."

"How long can I last?"

"I don't know." Jia Lan shook his head. "Maybe in the next second, or maybe... a little later."

Wu Hen was silent.

He looked at the golden sword outside the carriage that was constantly moving inward and Galan's increasingly pale face, and for the first time he felt such a deep sense of powerlessness.

【Immortality】is not omnipotent.

Galan is not a god either.

They...will still die.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became extremely heavy.

"Hey."

In this dead silence, Galan's voice suddenly rang out.

"Hmm?" Wu Hen responded subconsciously.

"You said before that you like me." Jialan looked at him and stated a fact calmly.

Wu Hen was stunned.

He never expected that at this critical moment of life and death, Galan would suddenly bring up this matter.

His brain was a little out of order, and it took him several seconds to react.

He explained somewhat awkwardly, "That... is the effect of Cupid's Arrow. You should know that it wasn't my intention."

"The Arrow of the God of Love?" A subtle light seemed to flash in Jialan's eyes.

"Is it the arrow that shot you in the Temple of Athena?"

"Yes, that's it." Wu Hen nodded, as if he had found a reasonable explanation.

"Its effect is that the person who is shot will fall in love with the first member of the opposite sex they see when they open their eyes. So... it was just an accident."

He tried hard to explain and distance himself from the matter.

However, when he said these words, the scene at that time emerged uncontrollably in his mind.

In the dim side hall of the temple, he woke up from severe pain, and the first thing he saw was that cold and beautiful face.

At that moment, an unprecedented, surging emotion instantly occupied his entire heart.

He remembered that he almost blurted out: "You are so beautiful... I like you."

Thinking about it now, it was so embarrassing that I could dig out a three-bedroom apartment with my toes.

But that feeling of accelerated heartbeat and trembling soul is so real...

Could it really be just because of an arrow? "A living person?"

Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly shrank as he stared at the bottomless black crack.

Beside him, Jia Lan shook the arrow in his hand and whispered in his ear: "Hey, this arrow is fake, but... I like it very much."

Lin Qiye ignored her and turned his gaze to Wu Hen: "Old Wu, are you sure?"

Wu Hen's expression was more solemn than ever before. He slowly shook his head, his voice hoarse, "No...it's more than just a living person."

"Look at his posture, he seems to be..."

Wu Hen stopped talking halfway!

Just at this moment, a heart-wrenching roar and explosion suddenly came from Lin Qiye's earphones!