Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Inside Asgard's Golden Palace, the atmosphere was as oppressive as the dead silence before a storm.

The God King Odin sat on the Supreme Throne, his single eye as deep as a cold pond, without any emotion visible.

Below, the gods were talking among themselves, their voices deliberately lowered, but their restlessness and anxiety could not be concealed.

"Does that Eastern God really dare to come?"

A bearded god of war asked in a muffled voice. He had just wiped his giant axe, and the axe blade still stank of the giant's blood.

"Humph, it's just bluffing."

Thor folded his arms, his chest rising and falling, his face full of disdain.

"You think you can challenge the dignity of all of Asgard with just a challenge? Father shouldn't have paid attention to this provocation from the wilderness."

"You can't say that, brother."

The evil god Loki leaned against a gorgeous pillar, holding the challenge letter that was as thin as a cicada's wing but as heavy as a mountain between his fingertips, with a playful smile on his lips.

"How could someone who could make my father personally accept a thousand-year agreement be just an ordinary person?"

"I'm really looking forward to seeing how it will end..."

His words were full of malicious speculation, as if he had already seen the other party's miserable appearance with blood splattered in the Golden Palace.

When the gods heard this, their uneasiness subsided a little, but arrogance took over again.

Yes, this is Asgard, the top of the Nine Realms, the supreme kingdom ruled by Odin, the king of gods.

For countless epochs, neither the Frost Giants nor the Fire Demons have ever truly shaken this place in the slightest.

What kind of storm can a so-called "God of Heaven" from the far East stir up?

They would rather believe that this is just a farce that exceeds their own capabilities.

Time passed slowly amid the whispers and waiting of the gods, and the sky outside the Golden Palace gradually changed from deep dark blue to a hint of fish belly white.

The first ray of morning light penetrated the clouds like an extremely sharp golden spear.

It pierced the dome of the temple with precision, casting a brilliant beam of light.

At the moment when the beam of light touched Loki's fingertips, something strange happened!

The battle letter that he was playing with in the palm of his hand suddenly caught fire silently without any warning or energy fluctuation.

The pale blue flame flashed by so quickly that it seemed like just an illusion.

The smile on Loki's face froze instantly, and he stared at his fingers with wide eyes in shock.

There, nothing was left, only a handful of ash finer than dust.

It was illuminated by the ray of dawn light, and then drifted away with the wind, completely returning to nothingness.

"He... he's coming!" Someone cried out in a distorted tone.

The noise in the entire Golden Palace came to an abrupt halt.

The contempt and arrogance on the faces of all the gods disappeared at this moment, replaced by an expression of incredible horror.

The challenge is self-igniting. This is the most direct and domineering declaration!

Not only did the other party come, but he also announced his arrival in a way that they could not understand at all.

This silent protest is far more oppressive than the roar of thousands of troops.

Like an invisible giant hand, it tightly grasped the heart of every god present.

Thor subconsciously clenched the hammer beside him, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Loki's expression was even more uncertain, the playful smile had long since disappeared, leaving only deep fear.

At the same time, at the edge of Asgard, where the rainbow bridge that once connected the nine realms was broken, the void abyss swallowed all light.

"despair."

There was a soft sound, as if a feather fell on the water.

A foot wearing simple straw sandals stepped onto the empty void without any warning.

The distance between the sole of the shoe and the surging chaotic energy was exactly nine millimeters, no more, no less.

Immediately afterwards, another foot landed, and a figure dressed in simple cloth slowly walked out from the endless darkness.

His black hair was like a waterfall, and his face was calm, as if he had not come across endless time and space, but was just strolling in his own backyard.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the golden city floating in the sky in the distance.

His thin lips parted slightly, and the sound was not loud, but it resounded clearly throughout Asgard, as if it was resounding simultaneously in the depths of the souls of every god.

"Odin."

There was no honorific, no polite language, just the name of the God-King was read out in a plain and straightforward manner.

The voice penetrated the walls of the Golden Palace and echoed in every corner, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

On the throne, the one-eyed Odin remained motionless, like an unchanging stone sculpture.

The Eternal Spear in his hand did not tremble at all, and his deep single eye never opened.

He seemed not to have heard the voice, and it seemed as if he had been waiting for this voice for too long.

The stagnant air was tense to the extreme, and a duel spanning epochs silently began at this moment.

The figure in cloth and straw sandals said nothing more, he just took a step forward.

Step by step, stepping into the void, he walked towards the entrance of the magnificent broken bridge.

His gaze calmly fell on the end of the broken bridge.

It fell on the sentry wearing golden armor, holding a long sword, and guarding the entrance to the divine realm alone.