Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

That being simply took a calm step forward.

This step falls on the Rainbow Bridge.

In an instant, the seven-colored divine light that formed the divine bridge seemed to be strangled by an invisible giant hand.

The light shrank and dimmed violently, and the entire magnificent bridge groaned as it could not bear the heavy burden.

The divine rainbow that had been immortal for thousands of years actually formed a vortex visible to the naked eye at the place where he stepped.

"Stop! Everyone here is welcome! This is the divine realm of Asgard!"

Heimdall's voice was as loud as a bell, and golden divine power gushed out from his body.

Trying to use the laws of the divine realm to expel this uninvited guest.

He held tightly in his hand a sword of protection that was powerful enough to split the stars.

However, the green figure did not stop at all.

The Lord of Dao and Virtue didn't even look at him, but just raised his hand.

The wide sleeves flicked lightly in the air, and the movement was so freehand that it seemed as if it was brushing away the dust from the corners of the clothes.

With this flick, Heimdall's voice stopped abruptly.

The divine light in his eyes that was enough to see through the nine realms froze in an instant, replaced by endless confusion and fear.

He felt the divine nature that he was proud of, the majestic divine power connected to the roots of the World Tree,

It was like a sand castle, being washed away, disintegrated and reconstructed by an incomprehensible and irresistible Tao rhyme.

"Moo-"

A low, ancient moo of a cow replaced the god's roar.

Under the horrified gazes of the surrounding gods, Heimdall's huge body began to twist and shrink.

The dazzling golden armor on his body was like melted wax.

It squirmed and deformed along with his flesh and blood, turning into tough blue-gray fur.

The guardian sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang and turned into a piece of withered grass.

The body that was originally standing proudly suddenly knelt on all fours, and two curved horns grew on its head.

A pair of divine eyes that see through everything now only show the gentleness and tameness of livestock.

Just a palm and a flick of the sleeve.

The guardian of the divine realm, the sentinel that the gods are proud of,

Just like that, in full view of everyone, his divinity was wiped out and he turned into a green bull.

The Lord of Morality did not stop, he walked slowly to the side of the obedient blue ox,

He climbed on top of it effortlessly, just like he was treating an ordinary mount.

The blue ox growled obediently, carried him on its back, and stepped onto the Sunset Road leading to the Golden Palace.

At the end of the Rainbow Bridge, both sides of the avenue were already filled with Nordic gods who had rushed over after hearing the news.

They held hammers, swords, and staffs in their hands, with divine light surging on their bodies. Each of them was once a warrior that the giants feared.

However, at this moment, this ceremonial procession composed of countless gods was as silent as a corridor leading to hell.

Thor's hand tightly grasped Mjolnir, and thunder hissed between his fingers.

But his arms, which were strong enough to shake mountains, were as heavy as lead and he could not lift them no matter what.

He could feel that as long as he dared to throw the hammer,

That invisible and intangible Dao rhyme would instantly turn him and the thunder into nothingness.

That is not a suppression at the level of strength, but a crushing of the essence of life.

Freya, the goddess of beauty and love, was horrified. She tried to use her divine power to seduce the figure on the bull's back.

But as soon as her divine power approached, it was like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

It disappeared into thin air in an instant, unable to even attract the other party's attention.

The cunning god Loki hid behind the crowd. For the first time, he put away all the cynical smiles on his face.

His eyes were filled with unprecedented fear and... a hint of morbid excitement.

The sound of the blue bull's hooves was neither fast nor slow, and every step seemed to be stepping on the hearts of the Asgard gods.

It was an extreme humiliation and an extreme deterrent.

The newcomers did not kill people indiscriminately, but they were more frightening than those who had slaughtered all the gods.

In the calmest way, he declared the incompetence and cowardice of all gods.

Finally, he arrived in front of the Golden Palace.

"For the glory of Asgard!" A resolute roar broke the oppressive silence.

The god of war Tyr, with his only remaining arm tightly grasping the rune sword, rushed down the stairs.

He is the only one among the gods who puts courage above life and death.

His sword carries the last dignity of the entire Asgard.

The Lord of Morality was still sitting on the ox's back, and he finally took action.

He slowly raised his right hand and took out a seemingly ordinary wooden hairpin from his bun.

The wooden hairpin turned into a three-foot-long wooden sword in his hand.

There is no sword light, no divine power.

Just as Tyr's rune sword was about to touch his body, the wooden sword casually moved forward and slashed.

"Click."

The crisp breaking sound did not come from the wooden sword, but from the rune sword in Tyr's hand that had drunk the blood of countless enemies.

The sword blade broke, and then Tyr's only remaining arm was severed at the shoulder.

The blood finally dyed the stairs leading to the throne of the God King red.

Tyr fell heavily to the ground, with only endless despair in his eyes.

The Lord of Morality then drove the green ox, stepped on the hot blood of the God of War, and climbed up step by step to the highest point of the Golden Palace.

He rolled off the ox, his green robe spotless, the wooden sword in his hand pointed diagonally at the figure perched high on the golden throne.

Odin, the king of gods, holds the spear of eternity in his hand and with divine light shining in his one eye.

The entire hall was so quiet that one could hear the sound of divine blood dripping.

He looked at Odin with an expression neither sad nor happy, and uttered five words that echoed clearly in the ears of every god.

"I'm here to kill you."

Odin's weathered eye suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

He held Gungnir's fingers, tightening them one by one, and the joints turned slightly white due to the extreme force.

At the moment when this deadly standoff reached its climax, the gods in the procession on one side of the temple...

An almost imperceptible black shadow suddenly rose up, holding a sharp blade tempered with a deadly curse.

With silent and decisiveness, he stabbed the defenseless back of the Lord of Morality.