Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Above the sky, the wind and clouds changed rapidly, and the invisible crack was like the mouth of a greedy giant beast, slowly opening, wanting to swallow the entire world.

The air was filled with a depressing feeling as if a storm was about to come. Even the sunlight seemed to have lost its former warmth, revealing a hint of cold and dead silence.

"Dragon Bird" headquarters, inside the highest command room.

Zuo Qing stood alone in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cup of steaming Wuyi Dahongpao.

His figure was as straight as a pine tree, but his deep eyes reflected the sky outside the window, which seemed calm but actually had turbulent undercurrents, revealing a trace of fatigue and heaviness that was difficult to conceal.

The aroma of tea lingered, enveloping his face, but it could not warm his heart, which had suddenly been frozen by the birth of "Heaven".

The peaceful days are over.

Since the end of the ancient mythological era, although there have been demons and monsters wreaking havoc on the human world, a delicate balance has always been maintained.

These "night watchmen" walking in the darkness are the maintainers of this balance.

But now, the "Heaven" that hangs high above the nine heavens and claims to be the master of all things has come down brazenly, looking down on all living beings as a god.

This is not balance, this is crushing. It is an absolute violence in which the old order is torn apart by the new hegemony.

Zuo Qing took a sip of tea. The hot tea slid down his throat, bringing a bitter taste.

What he felt was not fear, but a deep sense of powerlessness.

In the face of such great power, mankind's struggles and efforts over thousands of years seem so insignificant and ridiculous.

"Are you still worried about the affairs of Heaven?"

An old but powerful voice came from behind him.

Zuo Qing didn't look back, he knew who it was.

In this room that symbolizes the highest secrets of human resistance, the only one who can enter and exit so freely is the living legend - Jiang Ziya.

"Mr. Jiang." Zuo Qing's voice was a little hoarse.

"I just wonder if the human world we've protected for so many years will be completely destroyed in our generation..."

Behind me came the crisp sound of a chess piece falling on the chessboard, clacking.

Jiang Ziya was sitting cross-legged on the sofa with an ancient Go board in front of him.

His hair and beard were all white, but his face was as rosy as a baby's. He was wearing a simple linen Tang suit, which made him look more like a chess friend next door, rather than the wise man who once presided over the List of Gods and calculated all the secrets of heaven.

"Come here and sit down." Jiang Ziya looked up at Zuo Qing's back, his turbid old eyes flashing with insight into the world.

Zuo Qing turned around, put the teacup on the table, and sat down opposite Jiang Ziya.

On the chessboard, the black and white pieces were fighting fiercely, with the white piece having the upper hand.

Like a dragnet, the black piece is surrounded. No matter how hard he tries, he still cannot break through and is already on his last legs.

This chess game is very similar to the current situation. Heaven is white, and they are black.

"Mr. Jiang, what are our chances of winning?" Zuo Qing lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, and as if he was asking an ultimate question concerning life and death.

Jiang Ziya picked up a white piece and slowly placed another one on the chessboard, completely blocking the last possible area where the black piece could survive.

"clatter."

The sound was not loud, but it hit Zuo Qing's heart like a heavy hammer.

"If we hold on and wait for help, we will passively defend," Jiang Ziya said slowly, his tone terrifyingly calm.

"One percent."

One percent!

Zuo Qing's pupils suddenly contracted, and the fingers holding the teacup couldn't help but exert a little force, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force.

This number was even more cruel than the worst case scenario he had imagined.

This is almost tantamount to a death sentence.

"Then...what if we take the initiative to attack?" He asked, with a slight tremor in his voice that he himself did not even notice.

Jiang Ziya raised his head, and his calm eyes finally showed a ripple. He looked at Zuo Qing deeply, as if he wanted to see through the determination deep in his heart.

"Taking the initiative and seeking a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation might... give you a 30% chance."

%.

From 10% to 30%, hope seems to have tripled, but it is still a situation where there is a 70% chance of death.

The command room fell into a suffocating silence, with only the clock on the wall ticking tirelessly, as if counting down their remaining lives.

Zuo Qing stared at the black pieces that had been completely slaughtered by the white pieces, his chest heaving violently.

As the supreme commander of the "Dragon Bird", he carries the fate of the entire China and even all mankind on his shoulders.

Every decision may lead to irreversible disaster.

"War is never a simple chess game." Jiang Ziya's voice rang out again, breaking the frozen air.

“The pieces on the chessboard are fixed, but the variables on the battlefield are endless.”

"The right time, the right place, the right people, even a small and insignificant pawn, can become the fulcrum that shifts the entire battle."

He stretched out his withered fingers and tapped lightly on the pile of black pieces on the chessboard that had already become dead pieces.

"Look at them."

Zuo Qing's gaze followed his guidance and refocused on the black chess piece that symbolized his side.

They are scattered, besieged, and seemingly devoid of all value.

"They lost because the rules of the chessboard restricted them. But you are not a chess piece, you are the chess player."

Jiang Ziya's voice had a peculiar rhythm, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, awakening the deaf and the dumb.

"Your task is not to struggle within the rules, but to find... the power to break the chessboard."

The power to break the chessboard?

Zuo Qing's heart was shaken, as if a flash of lightning flashed through his mind.

He has always been thinking about how to deal with and resist the rules set by the Heavenly Court, but he has never thought about overturning the chessboard!

Yes, why should I follow your rules?

A long-suppressed sense of arrogance rose from Zuo Qing's heart, dispelling the haze that shrouded his mind.

His eyes became sharp as a knife again, and the decisiveness and dominance that belonged to a decision maker returned.

"I understand." Zuo Qing said in a deep voice, every word ringing loudly.

Jiang Ziya nodded with satisfaction, a hint of approval in his cloudy eyes.

He withdrew his hand and said slowly, "It would be best if you could figure it out. Because we don't have much time left."

"How long will it take?" Zuo Qing's heart instantly rose to his throat.

Jiang Ziya stretched out two fingers and crossed them in front of Zuo Qing to form a cross.

"Ten days."

"The vanguard general from Heaven will descend upon the human world in ten days."

Zuo Qing's head buzzed, and the fighting spirit that had just been ignited was almost extinguished again by this news.

Ten days!

Only ten days!

This is not preparation for war, this is clearly a death warrant!

His expression instantly became extremely serious, and the aura around him became cold and eerie.

During these ten days, he will squeeze every minute and every second to the extreme!

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door of the command room.

"Come in." Zuo Qing's voice was cold and emotionless.

A Night's Watchman wearing a specially made black combat uniform with a clawed dragon and sparrow emblem on his chest walked in quickly. He stood straight, looked straight ahead, and saluted.

"Report to Minister Zuo! Team Nightfall returned to headquarters five minutes ago!"

"Oh?"

Hearing the word "night", Zuo Qing's frozen face finally showed a hint of relaxation.

His tightly furrowed brows suddenly raised, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The "Night" team is the sharpest knife in his hand, specializing in handling the most difficult and dangerous overseas missions.

The captain "Night Raven" was the ace he promoted personally. He was both wise and brave and never let him down.

This time they went to Japan to investigate an unusual movement related to the revival of the "Takama-ga-hara" pantheon. The mission was dangerous and they lost contact for a while.

Now that everyone has returned safely, it is undoubtedly the first ray of sunshine that has broken through this gloomy situation.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..." Zuo Qing's tense nerves relaxed a little and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

With this trump card in hand, we will have more confidence in facing the catastrophe ten days later.

The night watchman who reported saw that Zuo Qing's mood had eased a little, but a strange look flashed across his face, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Anything else?" Zuo Qing was so perceptive that he immediately noticed something was wrong with the other party.

The night watchman hesitated for a moment, as if considering his words, but finally decided to report the truth.

He lowered his voice, his tone filled with a hint of disbelief and undisguised excitement.

"Reporting to the Minister, Captain Night Crow and his companions returned this time... and also brought back a 'big gift'.

"That invisible crack was the first wail of the collapse of order and the wild horn of the beginning of a new era.

Night Watch Cemetery.

The black tombstones stand in rows, solemn and silent.

Lin Qiye gently placed a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of Wu Xiangnan's tombstone. He stared at the young smiling face on the tombstone, and the sadness in his eyes almost overflowed.

Wu Hen, the time traveler known for his calmness and scheming, also stood silently at the side, but his deep eyes were filled with complex emotions that no one could understand.

"Well done."

A steady voice came from behind the two of them.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen turned around at the same time, only to see Zuo Qing had been standing there at some point, his eyes fixed on Wu Xiangnan's tombstone, his words filled with undisguised admiration.

"With your mortal bodies, you slaughtered the gods. Not only did you avenge Xiangnan, you also avenged Daxia and all of humanity."

Zuo Qing said solemnly, "On behalf of the Night's Watch Headquarters, thank you."

"This is what we should do." Lin Qiye's voice was a little hoarse.

The three of them walked out of the cemetery together, and the heavy atmosphere eased slightly.

Lin Qiye spoke first and got straight to the point: "Commander Zuo, the Heavenly Court has descended, what is the situation outside now?"

Zuo Qing's expression instantly became serious. He did not answer directly, but took the two of them to a combat command room and pointed to a cup of freshly brewed hot tea on the table.

"Sit down first." Zuo Qing paused, his tone firm as iron.

"The situation? The situation is that even if the sky falls, we, the Night's Watch, will hold it up! Daxia, we must defend it!"

He looked at Lin Qiye and Wu Hen: "So, I need your 'Nightfall' team to take on an urgent mission."

"You say."

"All the rookies in the training camp must complete their training within ten days and become battlefield-ready warriors."

"Ten days?!" Lin Qiye was shocked. "How is that possible? They've only just touched the threshold!"

"Nothing is impossible." Zuo Qing said firmly, "The future battlefield will not give them time to grow slowly. Either they will be exhausted in training, or they will be killed on the battlefield. It's your choice."

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen looked at each other and saw the heaviness in each other's eyes.

They knew that this was an order and the only choice.

"We... answered it." Lin Qiye answered in a deep voice, a strong sense of crisis lingering in his heart, as if something even more terrifying was about to happen.

Zuo Qing nodded, picked up the teacup, and seemed to want to say something else.

At this moment, with a "bang", the door of the command room was suddenly pushed open, and a combat staff officer rushed in, his face full of ecstasy and shock.

"Zuo...Commander Zuo!!"

Zuo Qing frowned and was about to scold him when the operations officer excitedly shouted:

"Japan! The Japanese operation team... succeeded!!"

Zuo Qing was about to bring the teacup to his lips when he was stunned by what he said: "Successful? Didn't they go to investigate? Successful what..."

"They...they tied back that 'human ceiling' in Japan!!"

The operations officer's voice was trembling. "They caught him red-handed! Even his legendary weapon, the 'Ame-no-Kurosho Sword', was packed up and taken on the plane!"

"puff--!!"

Zuo Qing spat out a mouthful of hot tea, spraying Lin Qiye, who was standing opposite him with a confused look on his face.

"Ahem...what did you say?!" Commander Zuo Qing, who usually remained calm even when faced with a mountain collapse, was now so shocked that he kept coughing, his face full of disbelief.

"Those bastards... how dare they do that?! They actually kidnapped the person back?!"

The entire command room was instantly plunged into a strange atmosphere mixed with shock, ecstasy and absurdity.

It took Zuo Qing a long time to come back to his senses from this magical news. He wiped the tea from his mouth, and the shock still remained on his face.

He looked at Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, who were also shocked, took a deep breath, and forced the topic back to the topic.

"Well, let's ignore those lunatics for now." His expression became serious again, but there was a hint of depth in his eyes.

"After you complete the training camp mission... there is something more important that you need to do."

He paused, his eyes scanning back and forth between Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, and he said slowly:

"When the time comes, I need you to meet a 'person'."