Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The voice of the Queen Mother of the West echoed in the empty Dan Palace, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's hearts.

"The birth of the Star Blade was not due to any rare treasures, but rather to obsession."

The Queen Mother of the West's gaze is far-reaching, as if it can penetrate time.

"A hundred years ago, the 'human circle' collapsed, and Daxia was in danger."

"Nie Jinshan, the ninth seat of the Night's Watch, knelt outside Kunlun Ruins for seven years and seven nights, seeking a sword that could sever the shackles of the gods."

Lin Qiye's hand gripping the knife handle suddenly tightened, his knuckles turning white.

Wu Hen's pupils also shrank slightly. As a time traveler, he believed that he had witnessed countless intrigues and exchanges of interests.

But I never thought that behind such a divine weapon lies such a pure and heavy sacrifice.

"He knelt there, refusing to eat or drink, remaining silent, letting the wind and snow erode him, his spirit withering."

"His obsession, his unwillingness to give up, and all his hopes for the future of Daxia ultimately moved the will of heaven and earth in Kunlun Ruins."

Queen Mother Xi continued, "The iron from the stars rained down from Kunlun Ruins, fused into his spine, and became the sword in your hands."

"The day the sword is completed will be the day he dies."

"So, the Star Blade's spirit is Senior Nie Jinshan's obsession itself?"

Lin Qiye's voice was a little hoarse, and he finally understood why this knife resonated so strongly with his spirit.

That is not a cold weapon, it is the protection forged by an ancestor with his life and soul!

Wu Hen took a deep breath, and for the first time, an unconcealable shock appeared on his calm face.

He originally thought that this was just a world in a fairy tale, where everything could be calculated by interests and strength.

It was not until this moment that he truly felt the weight of "inheritance."

The weight made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"That's right." Queen Mother of the West nodded.

"This blade carries the unwavering devotion of a Night's Watchman until his death."

"Lin Qiye, it chose you, so you must bear its weight and responsibility."

Lin Qiye solemnly placed the Star Blade across his chest and bowed deeply to the void, as if paying tribute to an ancestor whom he had never met.

"Junior, I will definitely live up to your trust."

The atmosphere was heavy, but Queen Mother of the West simply waved her sleeves indifferently.

In an instant, the light flowed, and the Dan Palace, which had been reduced to ruins in the fierce battle, was restored to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The broken jade pillars were reconnected, and the broken floor tiles were restored to their original state.

Even the dust in the air disappeared without a trace, as if the earth-shaking battle before had never happened.

However, when the Queen Mother of the West's gaze swept across a corner of the Alchemy Palace, her originally calm expression slightly condensed.

There used to be a row of jade bottles, but one of them is now missing.

"The Poison Soul Devouring Pill is lost." She whispered to herself. Her voice was not loud, but it seemed to make the temperature of the entire Dan Hall drop a few degrees.

She stretched out her crystal-clear fingertips and slowly stroked the string of jade beads worn around her waist.

The string of jade beads was not complete. One of them had an obvious flaw, as if a corner of it had been knocked off by something.

Her fingertips stroked back and forth along the broken edge, and her eyes revealed a trace of extremely rare reminiscence and hidden pain.

The atmosphere, which was originally excited by the deeds of the ancestors, suddenly became solemn and weird.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

What kind of elixir could move even the Queen Mother of the West?

Who was she feeling pain for when she revealed her emotions at that moment?

"Senior." Lin Qiye suppressed his doubts, took the opportunity to step forward, and asked with courage,

"Jialan... is there any way to wake her up? No matter what the cost, we are willing to try!"

This is the most important purpose of his trip and the biggest obsession in his heart.

However, Queen Mother of the West seemed not to hear it.

She was still stroking the broken jade bead, her eyes wandering, as if immersed in memories that no one could understand.

There was dead silence in the hall.

Lin Qiye wanted to ask more, but Wu Hen calmly grabbed the corner of his clothes and shook his head at him.

Wu Hen's intuition told him that now was not a good time to ask further questions, as the Queen Mother of the West was in a very abnormal condition.

After a long time, Queen Mother of the West finally let go of her hand and sighed softly.

That sigh contained too many complex emotions, including helplessness, sadness, and a hint of deep fatigue.

She did not answer Lin Qiye's question, nor did she even look at them again.

He just turned around and walked step by step into the depths of the Dan Palace, and finally disappeared in a hazy halo.

Only a few light words echoed in the air.

"You guys, let's go."

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen were left there, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"What the hell?" Lin Qiye couldn't help but curse under his breath, "Leaving in the middle of a conversation, what does that mean? Can Jia Lan be saved?"

"It's not that she doesn't want to talk about it, it's that she can't talk about it, or...she doesn't want to mention it again."

Wu Hen frowned and calmly analyzed, "The theft of the Poison Soul Devouring Pill and your mention of the name 'Jialan' have both triggered a taboo in her."

"She's deliberately hiding something."

The truth that is deliberately concealed is often more frightening than direct rejection.

Lin Qiye stood in the empty Dan Palace, feeling an unprecedented sense of uneasiness and confusion, as if countless ants were gnawing at his heart.

Just as the two were about to leave Kunlun Ruins, a space crack was violently torn open in the wind and snow outside.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Loki stumbled out from the crack, his body covered in blood, several wounds deep enough to see the bones still oozing divine blood, his breath was extremely weak.

But there was a sick and crazy sneer on his face.

"The gods of Daxia? A bunch of rubbish living in the past! When I return to Asgard, I will lead my army and raze your shabby Nine Provinces to the ground!"

He looked around and confirmed that there were no pursuers following him. The arrogance and complacency in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

He has already escaped. As long as he returns to the Kingdom of God, he will repay the humiliation he suffered today a hundredfold!

A storm sweeping across the East is about to be set off by him!

However, just when he was feeling proud, a sudden sound cut through the wind and snow.

“Beep beep—beep beep—”

The sound was crisp and familiar, with a peculiar sense of rhythm.

The smile on Loki's face froze instantly.

This voice...

His memory seemed to be instantly pulled back to that night not long ago.

On the streets of China, he was chased for three whole blocks by a mortal riding an iron mount that made the same sound!

That was the greatest shame in his life as a god!

He turned his head suddenly and saw a yellow electric car coming through the snow at the end of the wind and snow. The headlights on the front of the car drew two long beams of light in the wind and snow.

The cyclist was wearing a yellow helmet, so his face couldn't be seen clearly.

The electric car stopped right in front of Loki.

"Di!"

The horn sounded again, as if greeting him.

The arrogance that had just ignited in Loki was extinguished instantly, as if a basin of ice water was poured over his head.

Instead, there was a sense of absurdity and horror, as if seeing a ghost.

How could it be here? How could something like this appear in a place like this?!

The cyclist slowly raised his hand and took off his helmet, revealing a face that was ordinary, but one that Rocky would never forget.

Lu Wuwei looked at him, a calm smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

"meet again."

Loki's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

Lu Wuwei ignored his shock and took out a crumpled bill from his pocket.

It waved before Loki's eyes, and there were some large words written on it in black marker.

Recipient: Loki.

At this moment, Loki was struck by lightning.

This is no coincidence!

This is not a damn coincidence!

This was a decisive battle carefully arranged for him, spanning the entire Daxia...

The wind and snow suddenly became more fierce, and an invisible murderous intent was quietly approaching on the silent snowfield.

Thousands of miles away, on another border covered by snow, the cold wind was howling through the lonely outpost.