Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

There was nothing there, yet it seemed as if something was burning.

No, not as if!

Under the horrified gaze of Ding Chongfeng and Zhao Bowen, above Fang Mo's head,

There were two clearly distinct flames of life floating in the air, one large and one small!

The big one was as strong as a fist, emitting a vigorous and pure breath of life, which was exactly the fire of life belonging to Fang Mo.

But next to that flame, there was a ball only the size of a fingernail.

But the tiny flame, equally solid and hot, is burning stubbornly.

They shine together with the big flame, and there seems to be some mysterious connection between them.

“Two…two?”

Zhao Bowen's voice was as dry as if it had been sanded by sandpaper. He rubbed his eyes hard, thinking he was hallucinating.

But the scene was so real, so real that it made his scalp tingle.

How could one person have two flames of life?

This completely overturned everything they had learned in boot camp!

The flame of life is the root of all living things and the unique imprint of the soul.

If there is, there is. If there isn’t, there is dead. There will never be a second one!

Ding Chongfeng's face turned pale instantly. He thought of a taboo that only existed in legends.

His lips trembled and he couldn't utter a word.

Even Fang Mo himself realized that something was wrong from his teammates' expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

He stretched out his trembling hand and tried to touch his head, but felt nothing.

Just when the three of them were in great shock and panic, Chen Han, who had been silent all the time, finally took action.

He just glanced at the incredible scene above Fang Mo's head.

A barely perceptible strange color flashed across his eyes, and then he withdrew his gaze.

It seemed as if the spectacle that was enough to subvert common sense was just a stone on the roadside in his eyes, not worth mentioning.

He didn't explain, didn't ask, and didn't even look at Fang Mo again.

Under the stunned gaze of the three people, Chen Han slowly turned around.

Holding the simple-looking straight knife, he walked towards the other side of the deserted street.

His steps were not fast, but they carried a strange rhythm.

Every step he took seemed to be stepping on the beat of everyone's heartbeat, so oppressive that it made people breathless.

"Captain Chen... Commander Chen Han?" Fang Mo called out subconsciously, his voice full of confusion and a hint of grievance at being ignored.

Chen Han didn't look back.

He simply stood in the middle of the street, his eyes, as deep as the night sky, looking towards the shadowed street corner in the distance.

What's there?

Ding Chongfeng and Zhao Bowen suppressed their shock and followed Chen Han's gaze, but saw only dead silence.

There were broken billboards, dumped car wreckage, and garbage blowing in the wind, and nothing else.

There is not even a hint of "mystery".

However, the next second, Chen Han moved.

He did not charge, nor did he make any complicated gestures.

He just casually raised the straight knife in his hand and slashed it in the air at the empty street corner!

"Om-"

A sound of a sword that seemed to come from the underworld suddenly rang out, and a dark sword light that was as solid as a substance,

Like an upside-down crescent moon, it instantly broke away from the blade and tore through the air!

Wherever the blade passed, the space seemed to be cut into a tiny crack, making a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound.

Just when the blade was about to touch the shadow, something strange happened!

The air on the originally empty street corner suddenly twisted, and eight figures of different shapes appeared out of thin air!

Some of them are shaped like long snakes, some like vicious dogs, and some like flowing mud.

Every one of them exuded a disgusting evil aura.

They are attracted by the "mystery", judging from the breath,

His strength spans the three realms of "Pool", "River" and "Sea", and he is an enemy capable of putting a fully armed team of recruits into a difficult battle!

However, at this moment, the faces of these eight "mysterious" creatures were filled with extreme fear and confusion.

It seemed that they did not realize that they had been exposed until the last moment when they were locked in death.

They didn't even have time to let out a roar.

The pitch-black blade light passed silently.

There were no earth-shattering explosions, no scenes of blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Those eight "mysterious" bodies are like pencil drawings erased by an invisible eraser.

Starting from the part touched by the sword light, it quickly dissipated and annihilated, turning into the purest particles and dissipating into the air.

One knife, just one knife!

Eight "mysterious" creatures of different realms were killed instantly at a distance of nearly 100 meters, without even a trace left.

Ding Chongfeng and Zhao Bowen's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and their minds went blank.

This...what kind of power is this?

Aerial slash?

Kill eight enemies instantly?

Is this a picture that these new recruits struggling at the bottom of the "Spring" realm can imagine?

Who exactly is this officer who looks only a few years older than them?

Fang Mo opened his mouth wide and stood there completely dumbfounded.

He was just terrified by the vision above his head.

At this moment, the fear was washed away by the extraordinary scene before him, leaving only endless shock.

However, Chen Han's performance is far from over.

After killing eight small fish, he didn't even frown, as if he had just done something insignificant.

He didn't even move to put away his knife, but just cast his gaze towards the end of the street farther away.

There, a giant as big as a heavy truck, burning with pale green flames,

A "mysterious" creature that looks like a hellish warhorse is slowly walking out.

With every breath it takes, a scorching sulfurous breath comes out of its nostrils, corroding the ground with a sizzling sound.

"Infinite" realm!

That majestic and violent aura far exceeded the combined power of the eight "mysteries" just now.

Fang Mo and the other two were almost forced to kneel on the ground, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

The "Mystery" in the form of a fierce horse is obviously the overlord of this area.

The look it gave Chen Han was filled with the contempt and cruelty of someone in a higher position.

But when Chen Han's calm gaze met it,

The burning pupils of this ferocious beast in the "Boundless" realm suddenly shrank!

An uncontrollable fear derived from the instinct of life instantly gripped its soul!

It felt that it was not facing a human being, but an ancient god who came out of ancient mythology and was in charge of the cycle of life and death!

Its contempt and cruelty disappeared at this moment, replaced by boundless horror.

The next moment, Chen Han's figure suddenly disappeared from the sight of Fang Mo and the other two.

There was no process, no afterimage, as if it was wiped out in an instant.

"Where are the people?" Zhao Bowen exclaimed in surprise.

Before he finished speaking, at the end of the street, in front of the "Boundless" realm horse, Chen Han's figure appeared like a ghost.

Fast! So fast that it exceeds the limits of vision!

"Herod—"

The fierce horse neighed in extreme fear, and its huge body stood up.

The flaming iron hoof stomped down hard on Chen Han's head with enough force to crush an armored vehicle!

Facing this devastating blow, Chen Han didn't even look up.

He just grabbed the air with his left hand.

"Crash!"

Several black iron chains made of pure netherworld energy emerged from the void.

Like a venomous snake with life, faster than lightning,

It instantly wrapped around the wild horse's four hooves and neck, binding its huge body tightly in mid-air.

The wild horse struggled frantically, and the pale green flames on its body exploded, but it could not shake the seemingly thin iron chain at all.

Chen Han then slowly raised his right hand, the straight knife in his hand, with a touch of deathly silence,

He casually swung it forward, brushing across the neck of the wild horse.

The blade made contact with flesh, but there was no sound.

The wild horse's struggle came to an abrupt end, and the flame of life burning in its eyes was extinguished in an instant, like a candle blown by a strong wind.

The huge body fell to the ground with a loud bang, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Chen Han waved his hand casually, and the Netherworld Iron Chain turned into black gas and dissipated.

He walked to the body of the fierce horse and put his hand into its chest with an expressionless face.

As if taking out an ordinary object, he took out a fist-sized gray ball of light emitting a dark aura.

Without even looking, he suddenly pinched his five fingers.

"Crack!"

The ball of light shattered and turned into the purest energy, which was completely absorbed by his body.

After doing all this, he put the straight knife back into the scabbard at his waist, making a crisp "click" sound.

Then he stretched out his right hand, covered the huge corpse, and whispered obscure syllables.

"In the name of the Netherworld, I will requisition it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a thick black gas surged out from his palm and instantly enveloped the entire body of the fierce horse.

The corpse twitched violently and deformed in the black air, and the originally pale green hair quickly turned as black as ink.

The flesh and blood body transforms into a strange form between entity and energy.

Two points of blue soul fire rekindled in the broken eye sockets.

In just a few seconds, a majestic dark horse, emitting the breath of death,

It replaced the original corpse and crawled meekly at Chen Han's feet.

Chen Han turned over and mounted the horse with quick and decisive movements, without a trace of worldly airs.

He looked around calmly, as if the thrilling battle just now was just an insignificant warm-up.

On the other side of the street, Fang Mo, Ding Chongfeng, and Zhao Bowen were completely petrified.

Their brains had stopped thinking, and they just stared blankly at the back of the man riding on the dark black horse, with a posture as straight as a pine tree.

Killing, seizing souls, transforming... this series of smooth operations,

It was filled with unspeakable weirdness and tyranny, completely shattering their worldview.

Is this really a power that humans can possess? Is this really the commander of the Night's Watch?

Who is he?

Just when the three were overwhelmed by the huge mystery and shock and didn't know what to do,

Chen Han, who was riding on horseback, suddenly had a calm expression.

He suddenly raised his head, his sharp eyes penetrating through the layers of buildings and looking towards a distant direction deep in the city.

For the first time, a hint of true solemnity appeared in those calm eyes.

He withdrew his gaze and glanced coldly at the three recruits behind him. His voice was emotionless but full of unquestionable majesty.

"You guys, leave here immediately."

In an instant, a chill rushed from the soles of Ding Chongfeng and Zhao Bowen's feet to the top of their heads!

Between Fang Mo's black hair, a black mark the size of a fingernail was slowly wriggling like a living thing.

It has no fixed shape, sometimes contracting, sometimes expanding.

It was like a greedy insect trying to burrow under his scalp!

The mark exudes an indescribable coldness and evil.

Just by looking at it, the two recruits felt as if their mental strength was being sucked in, and their heads were splitting!

"What the hell is this?!" Zhao Bowen's face turned pale and his voice trembled.

Fang Mo himself was completely unaware of this and was still immersed in the relief of having survived the disaster.

However, almost at the same moment they saw the mark, Chen Han, who had been silent all this time, suddenly froze in expression!

He didn't even look at the top of Fang Mo's head. In those deep eyes,

Suddenly, a terrifying light burst out, and it stared at the empty ancient road ahead like an eagle!

A "mysterious" breath that is far more sticky and colder than before, like an invisible tide, surges in from afar!

"'Klein' realm..." Chen Han squeezed out these three words from between his teeth, his voice low and dangerous.

He finally understood that the group of "human faces" just now were not the focus at all. They were just bait and a mark laid by some more terrifying existence!

And that mark is right above Fang Mo’s head right now!

"If you don't want to die, get out now!"

A thunderous roar exploded from Chen Han's mouth!

His calm and steady aura suddenly turned violent and fiery.

The terrifying pressure made the three recruits' hearts skip a beat and they could hardly breathe.

"Captain Chen... Captain Chen?" Ding Chongfeng was startled by the sudden roar and asked subconsciously.

"Take him back to the camp as fast as you can!"

Chen Han's gaze did not shift at all, but his voice was an unquestionable command.

"This is an order! Now, immediately, immediately!"

Before he finished speaking, he slapped the horse's back, and the pitch-black warhorse under his crotch neighed.

It instantly stood across the middle of the road, completely isolating the three recruits from the unknown danger ahead.

"Remember, no matter what you hear, don't look back!"

This was the last sentence Chen Han said to them, and his tone was unprecedentedly solemn.

Although Ding Chongfeng and Zhao Bowen were filled with fear and doubt,

But under Chen Han's aura that seemed to be able to crush people, their bodies reacted instinctively.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, carried Fang Mo, who was still in a confused state, and ran back the way they came without looking back!

The moment their figures disappeared around the corner of the ancient road, the wind in the entire world stopped.

The air seemed to solidify into a block of lead, pressing on people's chests and making them feel stuffy.

The dense forest, which was previously filled with the chirping of birds and the buzzing of insects, was now deathly silent, without even the sound of a leaf falling to the ground.

Chen Han was alone with a horse, standing here like an unchanging sculpture.

The space in front of him began to ripple strangely, like the surface of water into which a stone had been thrown.

A blurry figure slowly emerged from the void with a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound.

It was a monster that could not be described in words.

It has a human outline, but its limbs are twisted in a way that defies the laws of physics.

There are no facial features on the face, only a smooth skin, under the skin,

It seemed as if countless faces were struggling and roaring, but no sound came out.

Thick black fog swirled around it, and wherever it passed, the grass and trees quickly withered and died.

This is the "mystery" of the "Klein" realm!

Faced with such a horrifying scene, there was not a trace of fear on Chen Han's face.

He just slowly raised his right hand and grasped the ancient standard long sword at his waist.

"Qiang——!"

The clear sound of a sword tore through the silence!

The blade was like a pool of autumn water, reflecting an icy light in the dim forest.

"drive!"

No unnecessary nonsense, no hesitation.

Chen Han suddenly squeezed his legs against the horse's belly and let out a loud shout!

A man and a horse turned into a black lightning, stirring up dust and murderous intent.

He launched a resolute charge towards the twisted monster that emerged from nothingness!

A life-and-death battle is about to begin!

While the murderous intent was boiling on this ancient road, dozens of miles away on another deserted trail,

Two dusty figures were walking forward slowly.

Suddenly, one of them stopped, raised his head with interest, and looked in the direction of Chen Han.

"Huh?" He uttered a soft "huh?" A hint of amusement flashed in his deep eyes.

"This fluctuation... is quite interesting."

He turned his gaze to his companion beside him, and a meaningful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.