Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The seemingly slender white palm, the moment it touched the heavenly soldier's armor, seemed to pass through a curtain of water and sank in without any hindrance.

There was no coldness of metal, no hardness of entity, and not even a trace of energy fluctuation was aroused.

Loki's fingers sank into the glittering armor, and his fingertips could even feel the coolness of the air on the other side.

He seemed to be touching a piece of light and shadow frozen in the air, a gorgeous but empty dream.

The playful smile on his face froze at that moment, and then,

Like a crack in the ice, the smile slowly widened.

But there was no longer any trace of joking, only an almost cruel scrutiny.

His brows were tightly furrowed, not out of confusion, but out of alertness as if he had discovered the cunning traces of his prey.

He slowly pulled his hand back, clenching his five fingers in the air for a moment, as if savoring the strange touch that penetrated the illusion.

This is not an illusion, which deceives the senses, but he is the god of trickery,

They are almost instinctively immune to any form of illusion.

This wasn't an illusion, it was... something far more sophisticated and far more ridiculous.

Not far away, in the shadow of a stone pillar carved with a dragon, Si Xiaonan's heartbeat almost burst through his throat.

Through the refractive mirror of the micro-terminal on her wrist, she could see Loki's every move.

When she saw Loki's hand piercing the heavenly soldier's body, her breath stopped for a moment.

That action, that result, hit her heart like a heavy hammer.

She knew that the thing she was most worried about was happening.

This seemingly arrogant god's insight far exceeds all estimates in the data.

The surroundings are still filled with the clamor of people and the noise of traffic.

There were cries of immortal birds and auspicious beasts, but in Si Xiaonan's ears at this moment, the whole world was eerily quiet.

She could even hear the subtle sound of her blood rushing through her veins.

Every heartbeat was like a warning bell, reminding her,

Any unnecessary movement or untimely breath may expose your flaws.

Loki's gaze began to wander across the bustling heavenly palace, his emerald green eyes flashing with a cold light that seemed to see through everything.

He no longer looked at the mighty heavenly soldiers, nor did he look at the immortals riding the wind.

His eyes passed over every vivid and lively face,

It passed by every exquisitely crafted building and finally landed on the white marble slab under its feet.

He bent down and picked up a stone the size of a fingernail from the crack in the stone slab.

When you pick up the stone, you can feel its rough texture and heavy weight.

He flicked his finger, and the stone drew an almost invisible arc in the air.

It hit the rock of a rockery not far away, making a crisp "click".

Although the sound was small, it was like a thunderclap, splitting the false prosperity.

This is it.

Sound, touch, weight... these basic elements that make up the real world are cleverly stripped away here.

"Silhouette of Time..." Loki murmured softly, and then let out a low and cold laugh.

His laughter was not loud, but it had a strange penetrating power, as if it could make the illusions composed of light and shadow around him tremble.

"What a grand scheme! What a deceptive trick! Using the power of laws to imprint a single day from Daxia's heyday upon this very moment, it will continue to repeat itself."

"It's really spectacular, as spectacular as a grand funeral."

His voice reached Si Xiaonan's ears clearly, and every word was like an ice-cold knife, completely cutting off her last bit of hope.

He got it!

Not only did he see through the surface, he even revealed the "Time Silhouette" technology that was classified as the top secret of Daxia!

This was no longer simply being exposed, but being completely humiliated.

The last bit of dignity that Daxia had maintained with all its national strength was nothing but a farce in the eyes of this foreign god.

Si Xiaonan's fingertips began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Her hand was covering an extremely hidden alarm device at her waist.

According to the highest code of conduct, once the secret of "Time Silhouette" is discovered by outsiders,

She must activate the plan at all costs, even if it means dying together with the enemy.

This is her duty, her destiny as the keeper of the secrets of the Heavenly Palace.

However, an unprecedented fear and premonition gripped her.

She could feel that as long as she moved slightly,

The man's eyes would instantly lock onto him, and then death would come faster than the alarm signal.

Duty and instinct were fighting madly in her mind, and her mind was screaming at her to act.

But her survival instinct made her freeze in place, unable to move.

In the end, the trembling fingertips were unable to press down.

Loki was too lazy to appreciate this grand "drama" anymore.

His purpose was clear: to find the people behind the scenes who were manipulating this drama.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, sweeping across the bustling crowd.

Those faces made of light and shadow quickly faded and became transparent in his eyes.

He is like a sieve, searching for the only real grain of gold among countless false gravels.

Soon, he found it.

Next to a jade bridge by the Milky Way, a maid in a green dress is "watering" a non-existent fairy grass.

Her movements were as smooth and natural as the other phantoms, but the depth of her eyes...

There was a hint of fatigue and tension that was out of tune with the whole environment.

In Loki's divine vision, she was the only one in this gray shadow who emanated the heat of life and the aura of the soul.

The next second, Loki's figure disappeared from the spot.

The maid in green dress seemed to have noticed something and turned around suddenly, with a handsome yet evil face reflected in her pupils.

She didn't even have time to scream.

A cold hand had already gripped her throat like an iron clamp, blocking out all her sounds.

"Don't be afraid,"

Loki's voice was as gentle as a lover's whisper, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"I just want to borrow your memory to see... who directed this scene."

Before he finished speaking, a tiny black snake, darker than the shadow, emerged from his sleeve.

Like lightning, it crawled up his arm to his fingertips, and then,

In the maid's extremely terrified eyes, he plunged into her eyebrows!

"what--!"

A scream so shrill that it didn't sound like a human voice finally broke through the confinement of the throat and tore through the false noise of the Heavenly Palace.

The maid's body twitched violently, her eyes rolled back, and countless chaotic memory scenes were roughly flipped through and swallowed in her mind.

Her soul felt like it was being pierced by ten thousand steel needles at the same time, and the pain reached its peak in an instant.

Loki's expression didn't change at all as he read the information pouring in with indifference.

However, just as Black Snake was about to touch the core secrets and see the "director" who was controlling everything behind the scenes, something strange happened!

In the deepest part of the maid's pupils, which were dilated due to extreme pain,

An extremely complex golden rune flashed by without warning.

The rune was not branded on her eyeball, but seemed to light up from her soul dimension.

Ancient, majestic, and with a sacred aura that cannot be desecrated.

The moment it lights up, it is as if in this mortal body,

The third eye suddenly opened, a cold, lofty golden eye that looked down on all living beings, and it collided violently with Loki's will across endless time and space.