Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The dead silence was broken by a shrill laugh.

Andre opened his arms and glanced at the gods of Daxia, his face showing undisguised contempt.

"What? In such a vast Daxia God System, not a single person dares to breathe?"

"Where is your glorious history? Where are the legends of slaying demons and monsters?"

"Now it seems that they are just a bunch of old guys hiding in their shells!"

A terrifying divine power exploded.

Erlang Shen Yang Jian's heavenly eye between his eyebrows widened angrily, and the golden light almost turned into substance and pierced Andre's throat.

The wind-fire wheel under Nezha's feet burst into flames, and the fire spear in his hand buzzed.

All the Great Xia gods in the hall had rage burning in their eyes.

The murderous intent that was as condensed as substance caused the temperature of the entire Kunlun Temple to drop to freezing point.

However, Andre still stood there, laughing even more wildly.

"Angry? Furious? Too bad, the rules of Ragnarok are here. You old fellas are in no position to attack me."

He raised a finger and shook it contemptuously.

“Only your younger generation is qualified to stand here.”

"Why, is there no one left in your Daxia?"

Every word was like a loud slap in the face of all the gods of Daxia.

They were bound by the rules and had supernatural powers, but they could only watch a clown humiliating them in front of them.

This kind of frustration is more painful than killing them.

In this extremely oppressive atmosphere, a calm voice sounded from behind the seat of the Great Xia God.

"I come."

All eyes focused on it instantly.

Lin Qiye slowly stood up in the crowd, and Wu Hen, who was sitting next to him, also stood up.

Both of their expressions were unusually calm, as if the raging rage before them had nothing to do with them.

Yang Jian's divine eyes swept towards Lin Qiye, his brows furrowed.

"Nonsense! Do you know who he is? He's the strongest of the younger generation of the Nordic pantheon, and he's already halfway to becoming a major god."

"Your divine power is not enough."

Yang Jian's voice was emotionless, he was just stating a fact.

Lin Qiye met his gaze without flinching, and even a faint curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"If it's not enough, we have to kill them."

These five simple words, without any grand words, reveal an unquestionable determination.

That is not arrogance, but a belief that comes from the bottom of my heart.

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to anyone and walked forward side by side with Wu Hen.

His back was not tall, but at this moment, he seemed to be supporting a crumbling world.

That indomitable spirit of courage and fortitude moved all the gods present.

Everyone's eyes finally fell on the Queen Mother of the West who was sitting high up.

Queen Mother of the West looked at Lin Qiye's back and was silent for a moment.

In those eyes that saw through everything in the world, a smile flashed across their faces that no one could understand.

That smile was meaningful, as if everything before her had already been expected by her.

"allow."

She said only one word.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the entire venue became even more eerie.

An unknown shadow hangs over the hearts of all gods.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen walked to the center of the hall and faced Andre from a distance.

"Oh? Finally sent two people to die?"

Andre looked the two up and down, the mockery on his face becoming even stronger.

"I thought all the young people in Daxia were dead."

Lin Qiye didn't say anything, but just looked at him quietly, his eyes as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

On the contrary, Wu Hen beside him raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at Andre with an idiotic look: "You talk too much nonsense, are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"

"court death!"

Andre was instantly enraged. He stopped talking nonsense and stomped his foot.

"Let me show you what true divine power is! Eye of the Earth, open!"

Rumble!

The entire Kunlun Temple trembled violently, and the ground behind Andrei cracked.

Countless rocks and soil shot up into the sky and quickly gathered into an extremely huge eye.

That eye is made of the hardest rock, with its pupil being roiling lava.

A destructive aura emanated from it, firmly locking onto Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

Everyone held their breath. They could feel the terrifying power contained in that eye.

It is enough to crush any new generation god into powder in an instant.

However, facing this devastating blow, Lin Qiye did something that no one could understand.

He slowly closed his eyes.

The real world, the mental hospital of the gods.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The passionate war music resounded throughout the hospital. Bragi, the poetic god of the Norse pantheon, was playing his golden harp.

Every note was full of incitement and destructiveness, making the battle in the center of the battlefield more and more violent.

"Come and die for me, Old Sun!"

Sun Wukong's eyes were red, and the golden cudgel in his hand turned into afterimages.

He smashed madly at his opponent, Gilgamesh, the King of Uruk.

"Miscellaneous cultivator! Do you think you can hurt this king?"

Gilgamesh's body was shimmering with golden light, and countless treasures shot out from the golden ripples behind him, colliding violently with the golden cudgel.

Just as the battle was getting intense, a hand suddenly pressed on Bragi's strings.

Zheng——

After the harsh noise, the passionate war music came to an abrupt end.

The violent battle came to a halt.

Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh stopped at the same time, and together with Braki, they turned their gaze towards the uninvited guest.

Lin Qiye.

He appeared behind Bragi at some point, pressing the strings expressionlessly, like a cold wind that blew away all the noise.

"It's you?" Braki recognized him, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

"Who allowed you to interrupt my music..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Lin Qiye ignored him completely, his gaze went straight past everyone and fell on Sun Wukong.

Under the astonished gaze of all the gods, Lin Qiye loosened the strings of his zither.

He straightened his clothes, then bowed solemnly to Sun Wukong with his fists clasped.

"The Great Sage."

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

"It's time to get out of seclusion."

The moment the words fell, the whole world seemed to be muted.

All the sounds of fighting, all the roars, and all the sounds of the wind disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Sun Wukong's violent red eyes trembled suddenly.

A flash of clarity and struggle flashed by, as if a soul that had been sleeping for thousands of years heard the call to wake up.

At the same time, a tiny blood-red crack slowly and silently opened in the distant sky outside the hospital window.

Kunlun Temple.

Andre looked at Lin Qiye who had his eyes closed and laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha! Close your eyes? Are you ready to give up resistance and pray that your incompetent ancestors will come to save you?"

The "Eye of the Earth" behind him shone brightly, and the destructive power had reached its peak.

"Then go to hell!"