Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The giant sword in Heimdall's hand, Hovd, was inserted heavily into the console.

The sword blade rubbed against the metal, making a sharp scream and sending out thousands of sparks.

The seven-colored divine light of the Rainbow Bridge that spanned the sky seemed to be suddenly cut off in the middle by an invisible giant hand.

The torrent of light suddenly stopped, and the brilliance at the break surged violently.

It finally solidified into a gorgeous but silent cliff, suspended between Asgard and the abyss of the universe.

His golden eyes that can see through the nine realms,

At this moment, he stared at the piece of void that he had cut off with his own hands, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the sword turned white due to the force.

The God King's orders were still fresh in his mind, but the scene before him made him feel an unprecedented chill in his heart.

This is not protection, this is self-imprisonment.

Loki stood behind him, a cold and arrogant smile on his face, the kind only a victor can have.

"See, Heimdall? This is the price of loyalty."

His voice was light, but it hit Heimdall's heart like a hammer.

"Asgard is safe now."

"For me, for you, and for my father who is sleeping far away."

Heimdall didn't look back. His voice was as dull as thunder: "You have blocked the only way."

"This is not safety, it's a cage."

"A cage? No, a fortress."

Loki chuckled, walked around him, and headed towards the golden corridor leading to the divine realm.

"You're looking too close, Gatekeeper."

"You only see the door in front of you, but you don't see the wolves waiting outside."

"Guard your broken bridge well. From now on, the peace of Asgard will be defined by me."

He walked with graceful steps,

It was as if what had just been completed was not a gamble concerning the fate of the divine realm, but an insignificant walk.

Heimdall stared at his back, and his clenched fists finally loosened weakly.

He could fight against the enemy, but he could not disobey the king's order, even if the order was full of weirdness.

Just as Loki was about to step out of the Rainbow Bridge Observatory,

An almost imperceptible whisper, as if coming from the deepest part of his soul, suddenly rang in his ears.

The voice was neither male nor female, neither old nor young. It sounded like the overlapping of countless voices, or like the echo of nothingness itself.

"...God of Lies...Do you think what you see is the truth..."

Loki's steps suddenly stopped, and the smile on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by an offended alertness.

He turned around abruptly, his green eyes scanning the empty observatory.

"Who? Get out!" he shouted sternly, his divine power spreading like ripples.

However, there was nothing but his own echo.

The voice ignored his anger and sounded again, each word carrying a bewitching power.

"...Twilight of the Gods is not the end... but... the beginning of the mortal's journey to godhood..."

Mortals become gods?

These four words exploded in Loki's mind like a thunderbolt.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze at this moment.

This was a supreme secret that he had never heard of before, enough to subvert the entire World Tree system!

If mortals can become gods, then gods... can also be replaced?

Their lofty godhood, their so-called bloodline and destiny, are they all just... a lie?

He stood there in silence for a full minute.

The air around him seemed to become sticky because of the dangerous aura emanating from him.

A minute later, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

It was no longer the hypocritical and arrogant smile from before.

It was a sinister smile that came from the heart, a mixture of ecstasy, greed and desire for destruction.

He seemed to see the door to ultimate power, and the key had just been handed to him.

"Interesting..." He whispered to himself, with a hint of trembling excitement in his voice.

"It's so interesting."

Ragnarok? Perhaps that would be the most magnificent piece of music he had ever composed.

At the same time, Earth, Kunlun Xu.

The space crack where Andre disappeared in the phantom light did not close immediately.

It is like an ugly scar, lying across the frozen mountaintop.

Strands of energy with a golden halo are constantly seeping out from the depths of the cracks.

The air around was filled with a sacred yet oppressive atmosphere.

"Fuck, we just let him get away like that?"

Lin Qiye wiped the snow foam from his face and broke the silence by cursing.

"Who is this grandson? What the hell is behind this crack?"

The cold wind blew the snow, scratching my face like a knife, causing pain.

Wu Hen stood in front of the crack, his expression colder than the thousand-year-old ice and snow of Kunlun.

He did not answer Lin Qiye's question, but just stretched out his hand.

It seemed to want to touch the golden energy overflowing from the cracks, but stopped when it was half an inch away.

He said calmly: "He didn't run away, he went back."

"Or rather, he was taken back."

"Go back? Back to where?" Lin Qiye came over, looking puzzled.

Wu Hen turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes as deep as an ancient well with no bottom.

"Don't you smell it? This smell...is not from the human world."

Lin Qiye sniffed hard, but could smell nothing except cold air and a faint smell of blood.

"What does it smell like?"

"It's divine power." Wu Hen said these two words lightly, but his tone left no room for doubt.

"It's completely different from the energy we cultivate. It's purer, and more...domineering."

"That guy Andre is either a descendant of God, or he is God's lackey."

"God?" Lin Qiye was stunned. This word was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

"Yes, God." Wu Hen's gaze returned to the crack, and they were back.

This crack is the passage they tore open.

Andre is just a pawn exploring the way."

He paused, his tone becoming more serious: "Now, the world is going to change."

Lin Qiye was silent. He looked at the crack that was constantly oozing out a sacred aura.

Feeling the pressure that made his soul tremble, for the first time he began to doubt the world he lived in.

Suddenly, Wu Hen, who had been silent all the time, frowned.

"Wait..." He stared at the inside of the crack, as if he had discovered something incredible.

"What do you think that is?"

"What are you looking at? It's just a crack. How can you see flowers?"

Lin Qiye followed his gaze and saw chaos deep in the crack.

There are golden threads mixed in, nothing else.

Wu Hen shook his head, his voice very low, with a hint of surprise that he himself was not even aware of.

"No... the snow in the cracks... hasn't melted."