Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

A bone-chilling chill spread from under his body, pulling Lin Qiye's consciousness back from the endless darkness.

He struggled to move, but found that even lifting a finger was a luxury.

The divine power in the body had long been drained away by the "Ghost and God Attraction", and now all that was left was the weakness and coldness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The heavy snow was still falling, and flakes of snow fell on his face, melting quickly, and then quickly freezing into ice due to the loss of body temperature.

His vision was blurred, and in the wind and snow, he seemed to see Zhao Kongcheng.

The old man stood in front of the military tent, with his hands behind his back, looking calmly at the sunset in the distance, with a relieved smile on his face.

Death doesn't seem to be such a scary thing.

So, this is the feeling...

The corners of Lin Qiye's mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile identical to Zhao Kongcheng's.

It is enough to be able to fight side by side with these lovely people and to burn out our lives on the battlefield to protect this land.

"Qiye! Lin Qiye! Wake up, you f**king person!"

A violent shaking accompanied by Wang Mian's anxious roar woke him from his dying peace.

Wang Mian half-knelt beside him, his eyes red, and it was hard to tell whether it was snow or tears on his face.

"Did you hear that? Our Great Xia God is back!"

"The behemoth to the north and the false god to the west have been stopped! We can still be saved! You can still be saved!"

His voice was full of hope, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw in a desperate situation.

Lin Qiye moved his eyes with difficulty, looked at Wang Mian's blood-stained and anxious face, and shook his head weakly.

He knows his situation.

The divine fire burned out, and all life was gone. Not to mention gods, even if immortals came, they couldn't save him.

He used up his last bit of strength and pushed the sword of Ama-no-Kume and [Zhanpaku] that were stuck in the snow beside him towards Wang Mian.

"...Take it." His voice was as weak as a whisper in the wind.

Wang Mian's heart suddenly sank. He looked at the two swords that had accompanied Lin Qiye for countless days and nights.

He retracted his hand as if he had been burned.

"I won't take them! You can take them yourself! When you get better, you'll use them to chop more debris!"

"No... chance..." Lin Qiye's breathing became weaker and weaker.

"This... is the sword of Ama-no-Murakumo. I give it to... Galan... [Zhanbai], and to Cao Yuan... so that he won't always think about... sacrificing himself..."

"What the hell are you talking about!"

Wang Mian roared angrily, but he couldn't stop the tears from welling up in his eyes.

"Go give it to them yourself! I don't want to be your messenger!"

Lin Qiye ignored his roar, his distracted gaze seemed to penetrate the wind and snow, looking towards the distant rear.

"And... Pangpang... tell him to lose... lose weight... otherwise... he won't be able to find... a girlfriend..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, until it was almost inaudible, and his eyes completely lost focus.

Wang Mian gritted his teeth and his whole body was trembling.

He could clearly feel that the life of the man in his arms was rapidly fading away in an irreversible way.

The wind and snow around seemed to have stopped at this moment, and the air was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

At this moment, a voice full of teasing and malice broke the silence.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, is this the hero who burned his life to protect humanity? What a... sad ending."

Not far away, the pile of bloody fragments of the nailed body squirmed and reassembled into the shape of Isis.

He straightened his gorgeous robe and walked towards Lin Qiye with a grim smile.