Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

On the ruins, the Lord of Morality, with his hair flying in the wind, slowly raised one hand and pointed towards the eastern sky.

His movements were not fast, but they seemed to move the pulse of the whole world.

"Kunlun, can you lend me your sword?"

Four words, spoken quietly, even indifferently.

But this calm voice, like thunder from the sky, penetrated the chaotic battlefield.

Clearly poured into the ears of every god present.

There is no divine power, no law shock, just four words,

But it contains a supreme majesty that is irresistible and has absolute power.

The fighting gods all paused in unison.

"What?" Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, was stunned. "Who is he talking to?"

"Kunlun...the sacred mountain of the Eastern Divine Realm? What does he want to do?" The god beside him was shocked and confused.

Even the gods of the Egyptian and Greek pantheons, who had been watching from the sidelines, changed their expressions at this moment.

"Borrowing a sword" from a sacred mountain across half a world?

What kind of arrogance is this, and what kind of incredible magical power is this?

However, just when all the gods thought that this was just the bluffing talk of the Eastern gods,

The Queen Mother of the West, who was far away in the Kunlun Mountain, seemed to have heard this call across space.

There was no trace of surprise on her beautiful face. She just turned around calmly and looked at the Wanren Divine Mountain shrouded in clouds and mist behind her.

"allow."

She said only one word.

The next moment, the entire Kunlun Mountains shook violently!

"Zheng——!"

A sword rang out from the top of Kunlun Mountain and soared into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, as if a mountain torrent had detonated a powder keg, the sounds of thousands of swords rang out simultaneously from all directions of Kunlun, from the mountainside to the valley floor!

Countless ancient swords, immortal swords, and divine swords that have been silent for thousands of years, whether they have owners or not,

Whether they are hidden in caves or hanging on cliffs, they are all unsheathed at this moment!

Millions of sword lights shot up into the sky and gathered into a dazzling galaxy with no end in sight above Kunlun.

Then, this galaxy of swords suddenly changed direction.

It turned into a white tsunami that spanned the sky and the earth, sweeping towards the west at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye!

The sound of the sword whistling shook the world!

"I rely on..."

Lin Qiye looked up at the tide of sword light rushing towards him from the eastern skyline, and felt his scalp tingling and even his breathing stopped.

They were not simple swords, each of them was wrapped with golden threads invisible to the naked eye.

That is faith, incense, and the awe and yearning for the word "Kunlun" that billions of creatures in the entire East have had since ancient times!

Wu Hen's pupils suddenly contracted, and he saw deeper than Lin Qiye.

His voice trembled slightly. "This isn't the power of a god... This is the will of an entire civilization."

"The Lord of Morality isn't borrowing a sword; he's mobilizing the essence of a civilization to obliterate the king of another myth!"

This power has surpassed the strength of individual gods!

Odin naturally also felt this terrifying power that was enough to destroy everything.

His only...

However, it was useless.

In front of the sea of ​​swords formed by faith and the will of civilization, the divine power of any individual seems so insignificant.

A wave of swords rushed in, instantly submerging Odin's burly figure.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, not even a scream.

The sea of ​​sword light rushed through, and wherever it passed,

The defensive wall built by Odin with his divine power was shattered layer by layer like paper, and the powerful body he was proud of was shattered.

Even the divine spear Gungnir, the symbol of royal power, was cut and strangled repeatedly by billions of sword energies.

It was ground down to the most primitive energy particles and dissipated into the air.

There was deathly silence between heaven and earth.

All the gods stared blankly at the empty void.

The dignified Norse God King, Odin, the father of all gods... was killed in just one move?

The sword wave continued to move forward, crossing the battlefield and finally dissipating at the end of the western sky, as if it had never appeared.

In the center of the battlefield, there was only a huge bottomless pit created by the aftermath of the sword energy.

Everything seems to be over.

On the ruins, the Lord of Morality slowly lowered his hand, with an ambiguous smile on his lips.

At this moment, at the edge of the bottomless pit, a hand... no, it could no longer be called a hand.

A "thing" made up of countless wriggling bloody flesh buds and slippery tentacles suddenly landed on the edge of the pit!

Immediately afterwards, a dilapidated figure slowly climbed out from the depths of the huge pit.

The figure was still Odin's outline, but half of his body had completely disappeared.

On the remaining half, countless blood-colored insects were frantically drilling in and out of his broken flesh.

Strange tentacles grew like new vines, pulling at his flesh and blood, rapidly reassembling his remains in an extremely terrifying way.

He stood up straight, and there was now a void where his one eye had been.

The gods were horrified. How could this be called a God King? It was clearly a patchwork of flesh and blood and monsters!

However, what is even more chilling is yet to come.

In the halo of sword energy that had not yet completely dissipated, deep in Odin's empty eye sockets, an eye quietly opened.

That was not Odin's one eye, nor was it the eye of any god.

It was a scarlet compound eye made up of countless tiny hexagonal crystal faces.

It was like the eyes of some insect magnified countless times, without any emotion in them, only a cold, dead scarlet.

A chill and weirdness that did not belong to the God King, or even to this dimension, slowly spread out and enveloped the entire battlefield.