Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The wind and snow were like countless tiny knives, scraping across Su Zhe's frozen purple cheeks. The coldness that penetrated into his bones made him almost unable to feel his limbs.

The steel gun in his hand was as cold as a piece of ten-thousand-year-old black ice, and every breath he took condensed new frost on his eyebrows and eyelashes.

The world is vast and empty, and apart from the sound of the wind, there is only my gradually numb heartbeat.

Just when he felt that he was about to turn into an ice sculpture, a broad hand patted his shoulder steadily.

The warmth from the palm was like a warm current, instantly dispelling some of the cold.

Su Zhe turned his head stiffly and saw Ke Changlin's face with deep wrinkles carved by wind and frost.

The veteran's eyes were calm and gentle, indicating that he could be laid off.

"Go, kid, there's food left for you in the cafeteria." Ke Changlin's voice seemed a little vague in the whistling wind, but the concern in it was extremely clear.

Su Zhe nodded heavily, and it seemed that control of his body was back in his hands at this moment.

He handed the gun to Ke Changlin. The heavy burden he had lifted made him stagger, and fatigue surged over him like a tide.

He didn't say a word, but just took a deep look at Ke Changlin's back which was quickly covered by the wind and snow.

Then he turned around and walked towards the only glimmer of light in the sentry post, one step deep and one step shallow.

The warmth at that moment was more comforting than the fire in the outpost.

The cafeteria was empty, with only a dim light bulb flickering overhead.

Su Zhe picked up the already cold food on the table, ignoring the coldness of the iron lunch box.

He grabbed a piece of dry and hard steamed bun with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it voraciously.

He was too hungry and too cold, and needed to fill his empty stomach as quickly as possible to feel alive.

"Eat slowly, no one is trying to snatch it from you." A voice came from the door, and Su Yuan walked in with a cup of hot water and placed it in front of Su Zhe.

He and Su Zhe were recruits from the same batch, and there was still a hint of childishness on his face.

Su Zhe took a big gulp of hot water, and the burning sensation in his throat made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"I stood there for four hours and felt like my soul was about to be blown away by the wind."

Su Yuan sat down opposite him, holding the water cup in both hands, his eyes a little vague.

"Su Zhe, what do you think... after this assessment, where will we be assigned?"

Su Zhe paused, and the food in his mouth seemed to become tasteless.

This is the most frequently discussed topic among this group of new recruits recently, and it is also a stone weighing on everyone's heart.

Is to stay on this damn border, accompanied by wind, snow and dead silence day after day,

Or can he be transferred back to the prosperous city in the rear and live a normal life?

"I don't know." Su Zhe's voice lowered, with a hint of confusion and uneasiness that he himself was not aware of. "Let's leave it to fate."

"I don't want to stay here," Su Yuan's voice lowered. "I'm afraid... I'm afraid that one day when I wake up, there won't be snow outside the outpost."

Su Zhe was silent. He knew what Su Yuan was referring to.

That fog that is constantly surging outside the border and is kept secret by everyone...

At this moment, the cafeteria door was pushed open again, and a cold wind blew in, followed by Ke Changlin's hearty laughter.

"What are the two little guys whispering about? Come, try the goat milk scones made by my sister-in-law. They are fresh out of the oven."

Ke Changlin placed a package wrapped in oil paper on the table.

After opening it carefully, a rich aroma of milk and wheat instantly dispelled the silence in the cafeteria.

The golden scones were still steaming, dotted with a few roasted nuts.

Su Zhe and Su Yuan's eyes lit up.

In a place like this, a hot meal is as good as a delicacy.

"Thank you, Brother Ke!" The two of them thanked him in unison, picked up the pancakes and took big bites.

The warm, sweet and soft taste explodes on the taste buds, and a feeling of happiness instantly fills the entire chest.

Ke Changlin watched them eat with a smile, and picked up a piece himself, but did not eat it. He just stroked the rough surface of the pancake and looked at the endless darkness outside the window.

"My wife is always worried that I'm not eating well or wearing warm clothes here, so she always gives me a big bag of food every time I change shifts."

"She said that as long as I could still eat the cakes she made, it would prove that I was still fine."

The relaxed atmosphere unconsciously became a little solemn.

Ke Changlin's gaze was distant and deep, as if he could see through the wind and snow and see his home thousands of miles away.

"Actually, I'm afraid too." He suddenly spoke, his voice was not loud, but it was like a stone hitting the lake of Su Zhe and Su Yuan's hearts.

"I'm afraid of this damn fog. I'm afraid that one day it will swallow this place up, and I'll never see my wife and children again."

"Every time I stand guard, looking at that gray thing, my calves cramp. But it is precisely because of fear that I have to stay here even more."

Guard, because there are people behind you who need protection.

These simple words are more powerful than any grand speeches.

Su Yuan swallowed the last bite of the pancake and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help but whispered tentatively, "Brother Ke, will those things really rush out of the fog?"

He said the four words "those things" vaguely and with difficulty, as if just mentioning them would bring bad luck.

The heaviness on Ke Changlin's face disappeared, and he regained his cheerful appearance as a veteran. He smiled and shrugged, and was about to say something.

Sudden--

Amidst the whistling sound of the wind outside the window, there was suddenly a low roar that definitely did not belong to this world.

The roar was hoarse and long, full of violence and hunger, as if some giant beast was tearing its throat.

Each syllable had a texture like scraping bones, instantly penetrating the thick walls and violent snowstorm, and clearly reaching the ears of the three people.

"Roar--!"

The air in the cafeteria completely froze at that moment.

The cup of water that Su Zhe had just brought to his mouth stopped in mid-air. The blood color on Su Yuan's face instantly faded away, and the smile on Ke Changlin's face stiffened into a strange arc.

The three of them fell silent at the same time, their movements frozen, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Only that inhuman roar continued to echo and stir deep in their eardrums, completely tearing apart the last bit of warmth and peace.