Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

After the piercing sound of electricity, Baili Pangpang's signature loud voice was now filled with unprecedented fear and weakness.

"Lao Lin! Cao Yuan! We can't hold on any longer! There's something wrong with the number of corpse beasts in Osaka. There are at least three times more than the intelligence reported!"

"These bastards are like they're on drugs, blowing themselves up whenever they see anyone! We're surrounded!"

Then, Cao Yuan growled while suppressing his heavy breathing:

"An Qingyu! Can you still open your [door]? Take Shen Qingzhu and retreat first! Quick!"

There was a dead silence in the channel. After a few seconds,

An Qingyu's hoarse, almost voiceless response came: "No... My mental strength... has been exhausted... The [door] can't be opened..."

"Go? Where to go?"

Shen Qingzhu's cold voice sounded, with a hint of self-deprecating determination.

"There are black tides in all directions, and the city beneath our feet has become a lair of corpse beasts."

Before he could finish his words, another violent explosion resounded through the sky, and the communication was interrupted.

Kyoto, on the Iron Throne.

Lin Qiye's brows were twisted into a shape of "川" (Chuan character). He could clearly sense that

Several life forces far away in Osaka are weakening at an alarming rate.

But he couldn't move.

The iron throne beneath him was trembling slightly.

The extremely evil will suppressed under the city is counterattacking with unprecedented force.

The "circle of people" surrounding him, the golden halo built by the power of faith of countless believers,

Spider-web-like cracks have appeared on the surface, and it seems like it will collapse at any time.

The crimson light of "Tyrant's Wrath" flickered like a candle in the wind.

"Damn it!" Lin Qiye cursed inwardly, with fine cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"These extremely evil-tainted humans have completely lost their minds."

"Their madness is eroding the power of Tyrant's Wrath!"

"If this continues, once the 'human circle' is broken, the entire Kyoto will fall in an instant!"

In the shadows not far away, Wu Hen put his hands in his pockets and calmly looked at the seemingly invincible man on the throne.

His eyes were as deep as the abyss, without any anxiety. Instead, they were like the most sophisticated instrument, calculating Lin Qiye's limits.

"Osaka has collapsed, are you about to collapse here... Lin Qiye, it seems that my plan needs to be advanced."

He muttered to himself, and a barely perceptible gleam flashed in his eyes behind the lenses.

Meanwhile, at the foot of Mt.

The cherry blossom petals flying all over the sky seem like an elegy for this tragedy.

Hoshimi Shota knelt on the ground, holding Takehime's broken body tightly in his arms.

Her armor was shattered, and life was rapidly fading from that beautiful body.

"Wu Ji... don't sleep... please, don't sleep..."

Shota Hoshimi's voice was choked with sobs. He wanted to stop her bleeding, but found that there were too many wounds on her body and he had no idea where to start.

A faint mental fluctuation came from the broken samurai sword in his hand.

"Shouta..."

It was Wu Ji's voice, vague but clearly entering his mind.

Hoshimi Shota was shocked and looked down at the sword: "Takehime? Is that you? You're not dead?"

"My body...is no longer able to do this..." The blade spoke intermittently.

"But... my sword spirit is still here... Shouta, from now on... I can only stay with you this way... forever trapped in the sword..."

Hoshimi Shota was stunned at first, but then ecstasy filled his heart: "Great! You're still here! As long as you're still here!"

But this joy was soon replaced by a deeper sadness.

Trapped in a knife? Forever?

This means that he can no longer hug her or see her smile.

He could only hold a cold broken blade and keep her soul company.

What kind of companionship is this? This is simply the cruelest prison in the world!

"No...how can this be considered good!" He roared in pain, tears streaming down his face.

At this moment, a calm and gentle voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"What if I can free the sword spirit?"

Hoshimi Shota turned around suddenly and saw that Amamiya Haruki had been standing behind him, looking at him quietly.

"You...what did you say?" A glimmer of hope ignited in Shota Hoshimi's eyes.

Amamiya Haruki did not answer directly, but just looked at him deeply, with a complicated and incomprehensible look in his eyes.

Then he turned around and walked straight towards an ancient wooden box not far away that was sealed with runes and chains.

"I said, I can let her out."

Amamiya Haruki's voice was very soft, but it carried an unquestionable determination.

He ignored Shota Hoshimi's shocked gaze and the oppressive atmosphere in the world, and walked step by step to the wooden box.

His hand resolutely reached out to the wooden box that had been covered in dust for who knows how many years.