Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The fluctuation of consciousness lasted only a moment before returning to silence again, as if it had never appeared.

In the snow pit, Lin Qiye's consciousness was sinking rapidly, falling into endless cold and darkness.

The roots of those strange seedlings, like the most greedy borers, had already drilled into his internal organs.

It even began to eat away at his bone marrow, each suck taking away a piece of his vitality and bringing waves of a sense of nothingness that made his soul tremble.

"Damn it, this is too much..." This was the last thought that flashed through his mind.

Just when he was about to lose consciousness and be completely assimilated by this strange plant,

A sharp and triumphant voice seemed to penetrate the barrier between spirit and matter and resounded directly in the depths of his soul.

"What a perfect body, perfect nourishment! Wait until I devour you, and then use the breath of this body."

"I'll be able to approach the national monument without any hindrance... Hahaha, the original power within the monument will become the ladder for my advancement!"

Isis? Monument?

These two words were like two thunders, exploding fiercely in Lin Qiye's ocean of consciousness that was about to go out!

what? !

This guy's target has always been the National Guardian Monument?

Did it use itself as a springboard and disguise to invade the divine monument?

An indescribable rage and chill erupted from the deepest part of his consciousness, pulling him back from the brink of sinking.

no! Absolutely not!

He could die here, but he couldn't let this damn thing succeed!

"Wake up! Wake up for me!" Lin Qiye roared madly in his heart.

The severe pain instantly engulfed him like a tide, every inch of his body was collapsing, and every nerve was wailing under the heavy burden.

But he gritted his teeth and, with his resolute will, forcibly regained the tiny bit of control over his body.

He could feel that the roots of the seedlings had completely grown together with his flesh and blood, and they were indistinguishable from each other.

Want to get them out? Unless you destroy yourself as well.

Then let’s destroy it together!

An extremely crazy and cruel look ignited in Lin Qiye's eyes, and the corners of his mouth, which were twisted by the roots, were now stretched into a ferocious arc.

He suppressed the excruciating pain of his body falling apart, and used up his last bit of strength.

He squeezed out a few unclear syllables from the depths of his throat, and the voice was as hoarse as two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.

"...Use my broken body as fuel...to activate...[The Bard of the Sky]..."

boom--!

The moment he finished speaking, a cluster of pale flames suddenly rose from his heart without any warning!

The flames spread instantly, not burning outward, but inward, along his blood vessels, meridians, and bones, burning to every corner of his body!

At the moment when the flames rose, the ferocious curve at the corner of Lin Qiye's mouth strangely turned into a smile of relief.

Even if I die, I will take you, a bastard, with me to be buried with me!

The next second, that smile was completely drowned by endless pain.

The raging flames burned up the greedy seedlings along with his flesh and blood.

The shrill screams did not come from Lin Qiye, but from those strange plant lives.

The flames burned for half a minute before slowly dying out, leaving only a charred humanoid remains.

In the deadly silent snow pit, the charred remains suddenly moved.

Immediately afterwards, a carbonized arm was raised with difficulty, grabbed the edge of the snow pit, and exerted force suddenly.

"Click..."

With the dull sound of flesh tearing and bones rubbing against each other, the charred body actually crawled out of the snow pit.

Every time he moved an inch, black charcoal fell off his body, revealing the bloody and mangled tissue underneath.

The biting cold wind blew across his tattered body, but it did not bring warmth.

It was the bone-deep coldness and the immense exhaustion after escaping death.

At this moment, as a piece of charcoal on his chest peeled off, a shining emblem only the size of a fingernail, as if made of mithril, slid from his broken chest and fell into the snow.

The surface of the emblem was engraved with a circle of ancient symbols that no one could understand, and it was now slightly hot.

It seems like responding to some call from distant time and space.

Lin Qiye, or Wu Hen, slowly lowered his head and stared at the small emblem in the snow.

In the charred eye sockets, the pupils that should have been dim suddenly contracted violently.

An unprecedented sense of familiarity came over me.

In the deepest part of his memory, something seemed to be awakening, and an ethereal voice was whispering something in his soul.

But what he didn't notice was that at the end of his sight, on the very distant horizon,

The national guardian monument that penetrates the sky and the earth, on its originally silent body, is now emitting a barely perceptible hint of green that is quietly spreading towards the sky.