Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The sharp edge of the blade was already within reach, and the curse power attached to it was almost corroding the space into a black hole.

However, the Lord of Dao and Morality seemed unaware of anything and did not even turn his head.

It's not that he is arrogant, but the sneak attack from such a villain is not even worthy of him giving it a glance.

Just when the tip of the knife was about to touch his robe,

An invisible and vast Dao rhyme emanated from his body, like a circle of transparent ripples.

The cursed blade that was powerful enough to kill gods was as fragile as rotten wood in front of these ripples.

First, the sharp blade broke into pieces, and then the entire blade turned into powder and scattered in the wind.

The divine assassin hiding in the shadows was unable to even utter a cry of surprise.

His divine body melted away like ice and snow under the scorching sun under the gentle sway of the Dao rhyme.

Their souls and spirits were completely destroyed and wiped out from this universe, as if they had never existed.

This sudden and swift scene turned the already stagnant atmosphere into a dead zone.

Loki's pupils suddenly shrank. He called himself the God of Trickery, but he had never seen such unreasonable defense and counterattack.

He no longer hesitated, and countless phantom clones instantly spread throughout the temple.

Each of them carried a fluctuation of divine power that was real enough to fool people, and they all rushed towards the Lord of Morality.

"Ants of Midgard, witness the art of deception!"

Loki's true body is hidden among thousands of phantoms, and his voice comes from all directions, strange and unpredictable.

However, the Lord of Morality only raised his eyes indifferently, and a figure also walked out from behind him.

The figure's face was exactly the same as his, except that his eyes were more indifferent.

The clone didn't even use any weapons, but just stretched out two fingers and lightly drew a line in the air.

A golden streak of light that spanned the sky and earth flashed by, and the space seemed like a canvas cut open by this finger.

All of Loki's phantoms stopped in an instant, and then cracked like broken mirrors, and finally turned into nothingness.

Only Loki's true form had a thin line of blood appearing in the middle of his forehead.

The horror and disbelief on his face froze forever, and then his entire body split in two from the middle, fell to the ground with a loud bang, and his godhead completely shattered.

"Loki!" Thor's eyes were bloodshot, and his angry roar echoed throughout the temple.

He raised Thor's hammer high, poured all his life's power into it, and above the sky,

Billions of thunderbolts converged into a purple-blue sea of ​​thunder, and the terrifying power was enough to wipe the entire Asgard off the World Tree!

"Pay for my brother's life!" The devastating thunderbolt turned into a beam of light that penetrated the sky and earth, striking down on the head of the Lord of Morality.

Faced with this extremely violent attack, the Lord of Morality finally took action.

He slowly raised his left hand, spread out his five fingers, and gently clenched them towards the thunder tribulation that was powerful enough to destroy the stars.

In an instant, the wind calmed, the clouds dispersed, and the roaring sea of ​​thunder seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand.

Billions of electric snakes wailed unwillingly as they were forcibly compressed into a fist-sized purple ball of light.

It spun around in his palm, and finally with a soft "pop" sound, it was completely annihilated.

Thor was struck by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of golden divine blood, and fell to the ground uncontrollably.

The Mjolnir also flew out of his hand, tumbling to the side with a wail.

There was only endless shock and despair in his eyes.

He repelled the blind god with one sword, killed the assassin with one thought, killed Loki with his clone, and crushed the thunderbolt with one hand.

This is no longer the power of gods, but the power of the supreme and incomprehensible "Tao".

The entire Golden Temple had already been shattered in the aftermath of the previous incident.

Amidst the ruins, the gods of Asgard were silent as a mouse, and even breathing seemed a luxury to them.

"Your Excellency!" Thor struggled to speak despite his severe injuries, his voice hoarse.

"We...we, the gods of Asgard, were unaware of the time and place in which we forged such a deep hatred with Daxia. If there is any misunderstanding, Asgard is willing to pay any price..."

His words were full of sincerity, because he really couldn't figure it out.

What kind of hatred would lead to the reckoning of such a terrifying existence?

However, before he could finish his words, a divine power that was even colder and more majestic than the previous thunder tribulation suddenly descended.

It suppressed the entire scene like an eternal glacier.

Thor's words came to an abrupt halt, his blood almost froze, and he looked in horror at the source of divine power - Odin on the High Throne.

The father whom he once respected so much, slowly stood up at this moment.

The cold light emitted from the single eye made him feel a fear and strangeness coming from the depths of his soul.

"Shut up, Thor." Odin's voice was low and hoarse, without a trace of emotion.

Thor felt like he was falling into an icy cave. He finally realized that his father,

This king of gods who rules over the nine realms hides a secret that he cannot imagine.

The Lord of Morality's gaze passed over the kneeling Thor and finally landed on Odin.

For the first time, a bone-chilling chill appeared in those calm eyes.

"Misunderstand?"

He repeated these two words softly, and then his voice suddenly rose, turning into a thunderous question that resounded throughout the universe.

"Odin! In ancient times, you released the 'Nameless Mist' in Antarctica,"

"You have polluted our Eastern ancestral veins, causing the faith of the gods of Great Xia to collapse, destroying the Heavenly Court, and damaging the foundations of billions of lives, putting them on the brink of extinction!"

"Tell me, how should we settle this deep blood feud?"

The moment he finished speaking, the ancient wooden sword in his hand let out a whine as it could not bear the weight.

It shattered with a loud bang and turned into thousands of sharp sword energies that swept across the entire temple.

The gods were horrified and put up their divine shields, but they were easily torn apart by the sword energy.

However, these thousands of sword energies did not hurt anyone. They were just roaring, venting the resentment and anger that had been accumulated for thousands of years.

Only the tiniest strand of it, like a ghost, cut through time and space and accurately slashed Odin's face.

The black veil covering his right eye broke with a sound and slowly fell off.

The entire place instantly fell into deathly silence, even quieter than when Loki was beheaded just now.

All eyes, including the seriously injured Thor, were fixed on Odin's right eye.

It wasn't a void, but a mass of... slowly wriggling, dark mist that seemed to have life.

The black fog was deep and sinister, as if connected to an unknown abyss.

Just one glance made the gods feel like their souls were being sucked in.

"O Gods of Asgard,"

The voice of the Lord of Morality was cold and ethereal, echoing in this dead silent hall.

"Lift your heads and take a good look. Is this still the wise and majestic King of the Gods to whom you are loyal?"

His words were like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of every god.

Under the gaze of all eyes, the black mist in the hollow of Odin's right eye seemed to be awakened and twisted even more violently.

A faint whisper that does not belong to any known language,

Seeping out from the dark abyss, bringing with it endless madness and chaos, the temperature of the entire temple suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Odin, is he a man or a puppet?

This thought was like the sharpest knife, hanging on the necks of all gods.

The Lord of Morality stood barefoot on the ruins, his messy hair dancing wildly in the aftermath of energy.

He no longer looked at Odin, nor at the terrified Asgardian gods.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes seemed to penetrate the broken dome of the temple.

Across the endless sea of ​​stars and dimensions, I looked towards the blue star of my hometown, towards the place of origin of ancient mythology.

The shattered wooden sword in his hand could no longer bear the cause and effect and blood feud that spanned eternity.

In order to cleanse the filth of this world and judge the ominous things behind this scene, he needs a weapon that is sharp enough to punish on behalf of God.

His eyes became extremely firm and murderous at this moment.