Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The roar of Thor, the god of thunder, echoed in the palace of Asgard.

The hammer of Thor, Mjolnir, hummed in his hand.

The burst of lightning illuminated his face, which was twisted with anger.

He stared intently at the leisurely figure in front of the throne.

He was once his closest brother, but now he seemed like the most familiar stranger.

"Loki!"

Thor's voice seemed to carry a storm.

"Why did you do this? To start a war between Asgard and Daxia."

"You've deceived my father and pushed the entire kingdom of God to the brink of destruction! Are you crazy?"

Facing his brother's thunderous questioning, Loki simply turned around slowly.

A playful, almost cruel smile played on his pale face.

He didn't look at Thor, but instead looked past him and looked at the World Tree outside the temple, which had lost all its luster.

The tone was so frivolous as if they were talking about an insignificant drama.

"Am I crazy? My dear brother, have you forgotten who raised the butcher knife first?"

Loki's laughter was particularly harsh in the empty hall.

"We call ourselves the Good Gods, and we take the Nine Realms under our protection. How great does that sound?"

"But tell me, when Eden was strangled by the so-called God Kings for protecting that ridiculous 'peace',"

"Where are you? Where is our father, Odin, the All-Father?"

Thor's breathing suddenly stopped, and the fingers holding the hammer handle turned white from the force.

Iden's death is an unremovable thorn in the hearts of all Asgard gods, a festering wound that they dare not touch.

"It was an accident..." Thor's voice was dry and difficult.

"Accident?"

Loki suddenly raised his voice, his green eyes filled with bone-chilling coldness and mockery.

"The surprise is watching her being torn apart by those hypocrites, while our great Odin, for the sake of the so-called greater good, chose silence and compromise?"

"He used Eden's life to buy a brief, false peace between the gods and kings!"

"This is the Asgard you are proud of, this is the glory you swear to defend to the death!"

"A golden cage built on lies and sacrifice!"

Every word Loki said was like a poisoned sword, accurately piercing the softest core of Thor's faith.

He walked down the stairs step by step, approaching Thor, who was stiff with pain and shaking.

He lowered his voice, which was filled with bewitching and resentment: "So, my dear brother, who is pushing Asgard towards destruction?"

"Is it me, or the one who sits on the throne, whitewashing the peace with the blood of his own relatives... my father?"

Thor's tall body trembled violently, and the lightning on Thor's hammer gradually dimmed.

He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him.

For the first time, I discovered that the beliefs I had held for thousands of years were falling apart at an unprecedented speed.

At the same moment, in the distant and desolate wasteland,

A thin, shimmering gauze curtain separates the small camp from the outside world.

This is the Wuyuan Sha, a secret treasure that can block all detection and perception.

Inside the gauze curtain, Si Xiaonan took a deep breath.

Her clear eyes were fixed on An Qingyu opposite her, and the atmosphere was so solemn that it was almost suffocating.

Their companions were either resting with their eyes closed or cleaning their weapons.

No one noticed the simmering tension between the two men.

"We can't wait any longer."

Si Xiaonan lowered his voice so low that only the two of them could hear it.

"We must tell everyone the truth...about how we were forced to serve that 'Outer God'."

"If this continues, we will all become its pawns in destroying the world."

An Qingyu's face was pale. He rubbed his fingers subconsciously and nodded.

Trust is fragile and difficult to build, especially in this precarious environment.

But they all knew that the price of concealment would be the destruction of everyone.

Just as they were about to speak, Leng Xuan, who had been silent all the time, stood up.

He dusted himself off calmly and said to everyone, "There's not much food left. I'll go out and look for some."

His reasoning was impeccable and no one objected.

Watching Leng Xuan walk out of the barrier of Wuyuansha alone and head towards the wasteland shrouded in gray twilight,

Si Xiaonan and An Qingyu looked at each other and tacitly swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

Leng Xuan was using his own way to create an absolutely safe space for them to talk.

The wind in the wilderness was icy and biting, blowing up the sand on the ground and making a whimpering sound.

Leng Xuan's figure seemed particularly small and lonely in the vast world.

He walked steadily and with a firm step, as if he was really searching for any possible source of food.

However, beneath his calm appearance, an unknown erosion is quietly starting in his body.

A very subtle feeling of coldness began to spread from the black earring on his left ear.

At first it was just like a chill in winter, but soon,

The coolness turned into a greedy, life-giving cold current, spreading wildly along his meridians.

He felt his thinking becoming dull, as if it was soaked in a cold quagmire, and every thought was extremely difficult.

He wanted to stop, to call for help, to return to the warm veil.

But he found that his body no longer obeyed his commands.

The black ear that was inhabited by Loki's soul fragment was now like a greedy black hole, madly devouring everything he had as "Leng Xuan".

Under his skin, fine black lines appeared like living vines.

It quickly climbed and spread, extending from behind the ears to the neck and chest, and then all over the body.

This strange black network was wriggling in his flesh, as if something was eager to break out of his body.

Leng Xuan's steps finally stumbled, and he raised his head with difficulty and looked towards the direction of the camp.

The shimmering gauze curtain now became blurry and distant in his eyes, as if it was the distance between life and death.

He opened his mouth, but only a "ho ho" sound like a leak in the air came out of his throat.

Fear, an unprecedented fear, gripped his heart.

He could clearly feel that his consciousness was being stripped away and devoured bit by bit, as if being eaten bite by bite by bite by bite by a giant beast in the darkness.

The world in his eyes was fading rapidly, and the last light reflected his face distorted by extreme fear.

The last bit of human spirit in his pupils was completely swallowed up by the surging pure darkness.

The body belonging to Leng Xuan suddenly stiffened, and then all struggles stopped.

He just stood there quietly in the wilderness, like a lifeless statue.

After a few seconds, he slowly, ever so slowly, opened his eyes.

In those eyes, there was no longer the gentleness and determination that belonged to Leng Xuan, only bottomless coldness and mockery remained.

The corners of his mouth slowly lifted up in an arc that definitely did not belong to him, outlining an evil and satisfied sneer.

"The game has just begun..."

The hoarse and low whisper, so light that it seemed like an illusion of the wind, quietly dissipated in this dead and silent wasteland.

No trace was left, only an eerie silence.

And in a dimension that no one can perceive, deep in the borders of Daxia, there is an observatory guarded by numerous restrictions.

A figure is facing a star chart as vast as the universe.

There are thousands of light spots on the picture, each of which corresponds to a trajectory of destiny.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on an inconspicuous corner on the edge of the star map.

There, representing a faint point of light somewhere in the wasteland,

After burning steadily for a long time, it went out without any warning.

Then, a darkness purer and more ominous than deep space appeared.

From that extinguished point quietly blossomed, with a foreign, insolent gesture,

A chess piece outside the script was forcibly placed on the predetermined chessboard of fate.