Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

A cold touch came from the hilt of the sword, like a poisonous snake, running along Lin Qiye's arm and into his limbs.

A glaring red light suddenly lit up in the cabin, and a sharp alarm tore everyone's eardrums.

An instructor in black combat uniform, with scars on his face twisted as he grinned.

He slammed a huge military map against the bulkhead like a rag.

"I've seen it all clearly!" The instructor's voice was like ice chips.

"Final assessment, codenamed 'Purgatory'."

"In six days, we started from point A, crossed this uninhabited area, and arrived at point B."

"There's no supplies, no support, just you guys."

On the map, a scarlet line winds from the top of the snow-capped mountains through the swamps.

Crossing the Gobi Desert and finally entering a primeval dense forest, the destination B is like a mocking blood spot, out of reach.

After a dead silence in the cabin, there was an instant explosion.

"Are you kidding me? Six days? This is just sending people to their deaths!"

"Crossing snowy mountains and swamps? Is this the assessment standard for special forces? How long have we been training?"

"I quit! I'm here to defend my country, not to be cannon fodder!"

A new recruit stood up excitedly, but was frozen in place by a cold look from the instructor.

"Cannon fodder?" The instructor laughed, his voice full of contempt.

"You are not worthy yet."

"If you don't want to do this, you can get out now."

"If you jump down, you'll be smashed into a pulp if you're lucky, but if you're unlucky, you'll end up hanging on a tree and feeding the birds."

The cabin door had been opened at some point, and a biting cold wind rushed in, instantly extinguishing everyone's restlessness.

No one dared to speak again, but everyone's face was filled with despair and unwillingness.

Ding Chongfeng stared at the red line, his hands were shaking and his lips were pale.

The passion to make achievements when I first joined the Night's Watch,

At this moment, it has been completely swallowed up by the bottomless swamp and the terrifying white snow-capped mountains on the map.

He smelled the scent of death, a fishy odor mixed with decay and ice that made him almost nauseous.

Lu Baoyou next to him was unusually calm.

She only glanced at the map, then silently put it away, closed her eyes, and leaned against the cold bulkhead, as if falling asleep.

But if someone looks closely, they can see that under her slightly trembling eyelashes,

His eyeballs were spinning at high speed, as if he was deducing the route to hell over and over again in his mind.

The calmness that was out of tune with the surrounding environment exuded a sense of strangeness that made people's heart palpitate.

Lin Qiye's gaze swept across the faces of these new recruits one by one, and finally fell on Wu Hen beside him.

Wu Hen shook his head imperceptibly at him.

"Captain Yuan." Lin Qiye suddenly spoke, his voice not loud.

But it was clearly heard by Yuan Gang, who was standing in the corner and remained silent.

Yuan Gang walked over, his face serious. "What's the matter?"

"This assessment is not meant to eliminate people, right?" Lin Qiye looked straight into his eyes.

Yuan Gang's pupils shrank slightly.

Wu Hen took over the conversation, his voice very low: "Six days of crossing this kind of terrain is not a test for us new recruits, it's a massacre."

"The Night's Watch will not make such a meaningless loss."

"So, physical fitness and skills are just superficial. What you really want to see is something else."

Yuan Gang was silent for a moment, then looked at both of them deeply, as if trying to see something from their faces.

Finally, he sighed and said in a voice that only the three of them could hear: "You two boys... monsters."

He didn't answer directly, but the comment itself was the answer.

Lin Qiye continued, "Since this is a play, then we have to act it out completely."

"But we are concerned that some audience members... may come uninvited."

"We need official cooperation."

"What do you want to do?" Yuan Gang frowned even more tightly.

"A plan." Wu Hen's mouth curled up into a cold arc.

"A plan that will force all the rats hiding in the dark to crawl out of their holes."

Yuan Gang stared at them with complicated eyes.

He knew that these two young men were far more terrifying than they let on.

Their words revealed absolute confidence in the potential threat and... murderous intent.

"I need to know the details."

"The details are, at a certain moment," Lin Qiye's

At the same time, thousands of kilometers away on the Pamir Plateau.

The strong wind brought with it a heavy snow, and the sky and the earth were covered in white.

The two figures faced each other in the wind and snow, like two unchanging statues.

"Klein, you people from Olympus have sharper noses than dogs."

"As soon as there was some movement in Daxia, you guys couldn't wait to come over here."

The speaker was a man wrapped in a heavy brown robe.

His skin was dark and his eyes were like those of a vulture on the plateau, sharp and greedy.

He is the agent of the Deva Temple, Singh.

The man opposite him, codenamed "Klein", had blond hair and blue eyes.

Even in such severe cold, he was only wearing a thin white windbreaker.

He elegantly wiped his lenses, which were wet from the wind and snow, and said with a smile, "Same here."

"Singer, isn't it the same with your Tianshen Temple? I thought you were only interested in those gold and spices."

"Hmph, the game of the gods is far more complicated than you imagine."

Singh snorted coldly.

"Daxia is a very tough bone."

"The last time they were 'deified,' even though we joined forces, we still didn't gain any benefits."

"This time, they made such a big noise again. Who knows if it's another trap."

"That's why we have to cooperate, right?" Klein spread his hands.

"Sharing intelligence is the basis of cooperation."

"My people told me that your Tianshen Temple has been making a lot of moves recently."

"We are just cleaning up some disobedient bastards." Singer's eyes flickered and he changed the subject.

"As for you, don't think I don't know that those barbarians from Asgard are here too."

"A man and a woman, two agents, are said to have already infiltrated."

Klein's smile remained unchanged, but the blue light in his eyes grew colder. "God King Odin's eyes are everywhere."

"They want to get ahead of everyone else and reap the fruits of victory."

"It's...ridiculously greedy."

"They will stop laughing soon." Singer said with a hint of gloating in his tone.

"The waters of Daxia are deeper than we imagined."

“Those who go in may not be able to come out.”

After he said this, silence fell between the two again.

Only the howling of wind and snow raged in my ears.

Suddenly, Singer's voice stopped abruptly. He turned his head sharply and looked at the snow-covered ridge in the distance.

Klein also put away his smile almost at the same time, and his eyes became extremely vigilant.

Just now, in that white world, there seemed to be a very faint black shadow flashing by.

So fast... it's like an illusion.

Was it someone from Asgard? Or a secret agent from Daxia? Or... something else?

The two of them held their breath at the same time, and their powerful mental power spread out instantly, trying to capture any trace of abnormality.

However, there was nothing around except wind and snow.

It was as if the dark shadow had never appeared.

But the feeling of being spied on was like an ice-cold needle that pierced deep into their souls.

At this moment, the entire plateau fell into an eerie silence.