Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

On the battlefield, the air, filled with murderous intent and the smell of blood, almost solidified into substance.

"Hongyan, take the new soldiers and retreat! Quick!"

Lin Qiye's voice was not loud, but it was like an ice-hardened knife, piercing everyone's ears accurately.

A hint of hesitation flashed across the face of the female soldier known as Hongyan: "Captain! We can still fight! This guy is seriously injured!"

"This is an order." Lin Qiye didn't even turn his head, his eyes fixed on the ghost figure with ink-like liquid flowing all over his body not far away - the Pen Fairy.

Its body was covered with spider-web-like cracks, and it had obviously paid a heavy price in the siege just now.

But those resentful eyes still exuded a heart-pounding chill.

"Let's go!" Lin Qiye growled, not allowing any further arguments.

The new recruits were already frightened to the point of being paralyzed. They felt as if they had been granted amnesty when they heard the order.

Supporting the wounded, they crawled to the rear under the protection of Hongyan and several veterans.

In the huge ruined battlefield, only Lin Qiye and the injured "Jing" level mystery - Pen Fairy were left.

A man and a ghost, facing each other from a distance.

The Pen Fairy let out a meaningless hiss, as if mocking the human being's arrogance.

In its opinion, the aura of the man in front of it was not top-notch, and staying alone would be tantamount to suicide.

Lin Qiye didn't care at all, his eyes were terrifyingly calm.

In his calmness, there was also a hint of vigilance and calculation that only he understood.

The severely injured "Jie" level... is just right, enough for me.

Just as he was about to take action, a cold mechanical voice sounded in his mind without warning.

[Warning: Sun Wukong's mental state is extremely unstable! Healing progress must be settled...]

[Sun Wukong's healing progress has exceeded 50%! Current progress: 51.3%!]

[Reward privileges activated... The "Gods' Mental Hospital" ability draw wheel is now open!]

Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat.

coming!

This is his biggest trump card that allows him to stay alone!

His mind instantly sank into an endless chaotic space.

In front of him, a huge rusty turntable engraved with the names of countless gods and demons was floating quietly.

Sun Wukong, Jehovah, Odin, Zeus... These names that only exist in mythology are now just squares on a turntable.

Among them, only the "Sun Wukong" grid is emitting a faint golden light.

"Damn it, please don't give me the whole useless one."

Lin Qiye cursed inwardly, with a mixture of anticipation and uneasiness in his heart, and suddenly turned the dial with his mind.

"Pass it to me!"

Om-!

The ancient turntable spun with a roar, and the names of countless gods and demons turned into a stream of light.

Lin Qiye couldn't help but hold his breath, his eyes fixed on the rusty pointer.

Is it "fire eyes and golden pupils"?

Or "Seventy-two Transformations"?

Even if it’s just a “life-saving hair”!

As long as I can deal with that thing out there, anything is fine!

The speed of the turntable slowed down, and the pointer slowly passed over countless names.

There was a heavy "click...click...click" sound, and every beat was like a hammer hitting Lin Qiye's heart.

Finally, the pointer passed the golden grid of "Sun Wukong".

Trembling, as if it had exhausted all its strength, it stopped at a blank square next to it.

blank?

Lin Qiye was stunned.

What the hell is this? Thanks for your business?

At the moment he was stunned, on that blank grid,

An indescribable dark mark, as if composed of countless twisted tentacles, appeared out of thin air!

Then, the cold mechanical voice sounded again, this time with a hint of unprecedented panic and garbled electric current sounds.

[Warning! Unknown divine contamination detected! Turntable authority... eroded!]

[Ability extraction... Error! ]

Error code: %&@%

[Acquire...the name of God...]

【K…Ru…Su…】

The moment the last syllable fell, an indescribable coldness and trembling from the deepest part of the soul exploded!

Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly shrank into the size of a needle tip!

He stood frozen in place, as if falling into an icy cave, his mind blank.

In the real world, the Pen Fairy is about to launch a fatal attack.

It seemed as if it sensed something and suddenly stopped its movement.

The empty eye sockets "looked" at Lin Qiye, and for the first time, an emotion called "fear" appeared in the resentful eyes.

Something is coming out of this human?

At the same time, hundreds of kilometers away, in the Land of Winter.

Heavy snow covered the entire silent city.

Chen Han rode a warhorse burning with dark red flames, silently walking through the empty streets.

Every time the horse's hooves landed, the snow would instantly melt and evaporate, revealing the cold asphalt road underneath.

In the shadows on both sides of the street, pairs of scarlet or pale green eyes are watching.

Those low-level "mysteries" entrenched in this empty city,

Feeling the heat and destructive aura emanating from the warhorse,

And the vague but sharp murderous intent from the man immediately made no one dare to act rashly.

Chen Han looked indifferent, as if he was just a traveler on the snowy night.

But the hand holding the reins was already full of strength, ready to draw the sword at his waist at any time.

Suddenly, the flaming warhorse stopped, pawed its hooves restlessly, and sulphurous flames spewed from its nostrils.

Under the streetlight not far ahead, a figure appeared at some point.

The man was wearing a wide-brimmed hat that covered most of his face.

Standing quietly in the wind and snow, as if it has merged into the night.

A cold, twisted aura, as if to freeze people's sanity, emanated from the figure.

Almost at the same time, a strange "creak... creak..." sound was heard behind Chen Han.

He didn't look back, but he caught a glimpse of a huge, brightly colored tumbler out of the corner of his eye.

Standing at the corner of the street, shaking his fat body, he gave him an extremely weird smile.

Another equally powerful aura, but filled with chaos and madness, locked onto his back from behind.

Two "Klein"-level auras, one in front and one behind, sandwiched him firmly in the middle.

The air seemed to be completely sucked out at this moment, even the flying snowflakes stopped.

The crisis is imminent.

Chen Han slowly raised his head, his fingers holding the reins turning slightly white from the force.

His gaze passed through the wind and snow, coldly falling on the vague black shadow under the street light.