Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The cold wind blew up the snow particles, scraping Wu Hen's face like a knife.

He sat on the top of the snowy mountain, staring blankly at the fog covering the border in the distance.

It was as if he wanted to throw his soul into it as well.

A hand was stretched out in front of him, open, and a crumpled pack of cigarettes lay in the palm.

"Want one?" Shen Qingzhu sat down beside him, his voice as calm as ever.

Wu Hen didn't say anything, nor did he take the cigarette, but grabbed the whole pack.

The movements were clumsy and hasty, like a drowning man grasping at a last straw.

He randomly shook out one and put it in his mouth, but he couldn't light it for a long time. His fingers were frozen in the cold wind and were a little unresponsive.

Shen Qingzhu smiled and said nothing. She reached out and took the cigarette box back from his hand, leaving only the one in his mouth.

He lit one himself, then leaned over and used his cigarette butt to help Wu Hen light his own.

"Clap."

Sparks lit up in the wind and snow, and the faint light reflected Wu Hen's somewhat confused face.

"I was like you when I first entered the training camp."

Shen Qingzhu took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled the white smoke.

"At that time, the instructor asked us why we joined the army."

Wu Hen remained silent and took a deep puff of his cigarette. The pungent smoke choked him and made him cough violently.

"Some say it's to defend their country, some say it's for honor, and some say they just want a place to eat."

Shen Qingzhu's voice was very soft, but it was like the stones on the top of the mountain.

With an unshakable weight, "When it was my turn, I said nothing."

"The instructor took us to a place called 'Fire Abyss'."

"It's actually a very deep valley with a burning underground fire that has not been extinguished for hundreds of years."

"The instructor said that if you want to stay, you should take the oath to the national flag and then climb over the rope above the fire abyss."

"If you don't want to stay, you can leave now."

Wu Hen stopped coughing and turned his head to look at Shen Qingzhu.

There was a smile of reminiscence on Shen Qingzhu's face. There was no fear in that smile, only a sense of sedimentation.

“I jumped first.”

Wu Hen's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Not jumping into the fire, of course."

Shen Qingzhu smiled and said,

"I jumped on the rope."

"I stopped in the middle of the rope, with a blazing fire below and a red flag fluttering in the wind opposite me."

“At that moment, I finally understood my answer.”

"I stand before that flag, before the fire beneath my feet, and before the land I protect."

"I recited my oath word for word."

"I'm not reading it to the instructor, I'm not reading it to anyone, I'm reading it to myself."

"From that day on, that oath was engraved into my bones. It is not just a slogan, it is my life."

After Shen Qingzhu finished speaking, he smoked calmly and said no more.

Wu Hen's fingers trembled slightly, and the ashes were blown away by the wind.

His thoughts were pulled back to many years ago, when he was still facing the red flag and taking the same solemn oath.

But at that time, all he was thinking about was another person - Zhao Kongcheng, and their ridiculous ten-year agreement.

"I will defend China with my blood..."

As he was reciting, he was actually thinking about how to surpass that man within ten years and how to trample him under his feet.

Every word of the oath came out of his mouth, but not a single word really entered his heart.

It turned out that he never really had this faith from the beginning.

He just wore this military uniform to wrap up his heart filled with hatred and paranoia.

The emptiness and guilt that had been deliberately hidden for a long time suddenly burst open like a flood, swallowing him up in an instant.

He always thought he was disguising himself well, but it turned out that he was rotten from the root.

"Snapped."

A heavy hand slapped his shoulder.

"What are you thinking about?" Shen Qingzhu's voice pulled him back from his bottomless memories.

Wu Hen didn't answer, but just took the last puff of the cigarette and pressed the butt hard into the snow.

"I... don't deserve it." He whispered, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

"Whether they are suitable or not is not up to you or me to decide."

Shen Qingzhu stood up and patted the snow off his body.

"Those new recruits, they trust you, rely on you, and even worship you."

"Because you taught them how to survive."

He looked into Wu Hen's eyes, his gaze sincere and warm, like a ray of sunshine, forcibly tearing away the heavy haze in Wu Hen's heart.

"You've seen confusion and know what it feels like, so you're more suitable than anyone else to be their guide."

"Wu Hen, sometimes faith doesn't exist from the beginning, but grows little by little in the process of guarding."

Wu Hen stared at him blankly, and something in a hard corner of his heart seemed to begin to melt.

"Let's go, it's time to go back. Those guys are probably making trouble again." Shen Qingzhu turned and walked down the mountain.

Wu Hen sat there in silence for a long time, then finally stood up and followed him.

The two walked one after the other in the wind and snow, and no one spoke.

On the way down the mountain, Wu Hen put his hands in his pockets, but the corners of his mouth inadvertently

It slightly raised up in an almost invisible arc.

"Thanks."

His voice was so soft that it was almost swallowed by the wind and snow, but Shen Qingzhu heard it.

The figure in front paused, without looking back, but just raised his hand and waved.

The fog seems to be finally clearing.

At the same time, tens of thousands of kilometers away in Egypt.

The charred earth stretched to the horizon, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur and death.

A huge starlight magic circle covered the entire battlefield ruins, slowly flowing and emitting heart-pounding energy fluctuations.

Loki held the spear called "Eternity" in his hand and stood quietly at the edge of the magic circle.

His gaze penetrated the barriers of space, as if he was gazing at some distant existence.

On the tip of the spear, the ancient Rune characters were emitting a faint glow.

Every flicker seemed to be absorbing the remaining despair and resentment on this land.

"not enough……"

He murmured softly, a hint of greedy anticipation in his voice.

"The collision of divine power and the collapse of faith... this is the best nourishment."

He raised the Spear of Eternity, pointed the tip of the spear at a certain direction in the sky, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"We still have to wait a little longer... until the brightest sun and the most ancient heaven... offer up their essence together."