Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The wooden box opened with a sound, and a smell mixed with rust and stale blood rushed to the face, as if awakening a resentful soul that had been sleeping for thousands of years.

Inside the box, eight Huojin swords of different shapes lay quietly on the rotten silk.

The blade was dark and dull, yet it exuded a frightening evil aura.

"Stop it! Amamiya-kun!"

Gu Yue Yugui shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice trembling with fear.

"When the nine swords merge into one, you will be completely devoured by that power! It is not something a human can control!"

Amemiya Haruki turned a deaf ear to it.

All he could see was the surging pool of blood and the center of the pool.

The ninth Huojin Sword formed from countless resentments.

He knew that what Gu Yue Yugui said was true, but he had no way out.

In order to achieve the goal that must be achieved, he would not hesitate even if it meant being devoured or even having his soul torn apart.

He grabbed the short knife in the box that was closest to him, and the moment the handle touched his hand,

A chilling energy penetrated his body through his arm.

It was like countless cold poisonous snakes gnawing at his flesh and nerves.

"Hmm!" Amemiya Haruki groaned, veins bulging on his forehead, but his hand holding the knife did not loosen at all.

He dragged his heavy steps towards the pool of blood, and each step left a deep red blood mark on the hard ground.

"Is it worth it? To sacrifice everything for an illusory future?" Gu Yue Yugui's voice was filled with a hint of desperate pleading.

Amamiya Haruki paused, without looking back, but his voice was as firm as ice: "To me, that is not nothingness, but everything."

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his arm and plunged the Huojin knife in his hand into the pool of blood!

"Om-!"

A dull roar came from deep underground.

The blood pool seemed to have been thrown into a red-hot iron, and it instantly boiled violently, with scarlet blood waves rising into the sky.

The first Huojin Sword echoed with the ninth sword in the center of the blood pool.

A dark red energy stream visible to the naked eye connected the two, and the concentration of resentment in the entire space suddenly soared!

Haruki Amemiya's body trembled violently, spider-web-like bloody cracks appeared on the surface of his skin, and blood continued to seep out.

That huge negative energy was rampaging in his body, trying to burst his body and tear his soul apart.

But he didn't stop.

He turned around, staggered back to the wooden box, and grabbed the second and third Huojin swords!

"Crazy... You're completely crazy!"

Gu Yue Yugui retreated in horror. He had never seen such a determined person. That was a kind of madness that burned life and embraced destruction.

Amamiya Haruki stared straight ahead with his bloodshot eyes as he threw the second and third Huojin swords into the pool of blood one after another.

With each additional sword that was integrated, the energy in the space became more violent, and the pain he endured increased exponentially.

The bones cried out in pain as if they could not bear the heavy burden, the internal organs seemed to be thrown into a meat grinder, and the consciousness swung wildly on the edge of clarity and blur.

"It's not enough... still far from enough!" He roared in his heart, his unwillingness and obsession supporting his shaky body.

Yurina, who was standing by, felt heartbroken and her eyes were already blurred with tears.

She looked at Amamiya Haruki, who looked like he was about to break into pieces at any moment.

Gu Yueyuki's desperate yet suggestive words kept echoing in her mind.

"Nine swords united into one... requires a sacrifice... a vessel that can withstand this power!"

"He will be devoured! That's not something a human can handle!"

"It doesn't recognize people, it only recognizes the one who completes the ritual!"

In a flash, Yurina understood.

Her clever mind finally connected all the clues.

Gu Yueyugui was not just trying to dissuade, he was also pointing out a cruel fact - the ceremony requires a sacrifice, and this sacrifice does not have to be Amamiya Haruki!

He can be replaced!

A crazy and resolute idea arose in Yurina's mind.

She looked at the back of the man who was willing to go to destruction for her and for everyone.

I have always been protected by him, so this time, should I do something?

Amemiya Haruki has already inserted the seventh Huojin sword into the pool of blood.

At this moment, black and red blood was flowing from all seven of his orifices, and his body was no longer cracking, but disintegrating.

His hand, which reached for the last long knife, was shaking so much that he could hardly lift it.

It's now!

Yurina bit her tongue hard, the severe pain made her instantly awake to the extreme, and her hands quickly formed seals in a mysterious trajectory.

"Secret Technique: [Thousand Cranes]!"

In an instant, countless white paper cranes made of pure spiritual energy appeared out of thin air. They flapped their wings of light and made crisp crane calls.

These paper cranes did not attack the enemy, but like a white torrent, they instantly wrapped up Haruki Amamiya tightly!

"Yurina! What are you doing?!"

Amamiya Haruki was shocked and angry, and tried to break free.

However, he discovered that these seemingly fragile paper cranes contained an irresistible sealing power.

His body and strength were firmly locked in place, unable to move.

At the moment he was sealed, a figure as fast as lightning passed by him.

It's Yurina!

She rushed to the wooden box and grabbed the last Huojin sword without hesitation.

The evil power instantly invaded her body, causing her to groan in pain, but her eyes were unusually bright.

"Haruki-kun, you said you would protect me."

Yurina looked back and smiled, a smile that was a mixture of pain, relief, and endless tenderness, "But this time, it's my turn to protect you."

Under the stern gaze of Amamiya Haruki, Yurina tightly grasped the long sword that represented the end and destruction.

He turned around and walked resolutely towards the pool of blood that was boiling like hell.

"No--!" Amemiya Haruki's roar was trapped in his throat, and he could only make a hoarse roar.

He watched helplessly as the girl he swore to protect with his life walked on the road to death instead of him.

Everything about him, along with this sinful city, seemed to come to an end at this moment.