Godslayer: I am the agent of King of Glory heroes

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Lin Qiye slowly opened his eyes and looked at the babbling in front of him.

At this moment, Yiyu's face was ashen, the light in his eyes had faded, and he no longer had the breath of a living person.

The third seat stood beside the gray altar, lightning surging around him, confronting the ninth seat. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and he turned around in disbelief, "Lord Yiyu, no! How is this possible?"

The surrounding nightmare space slowly shattered, and between illusion and reality, one could even see fleeting glimpses of Baili Pangpang and the others.

The third seat could feel his soul rapidly withering away; deep within his soul, the once tightly bound contract was slowly disintegrating.

"Lord Yiyu...is dead?" The Third Seat was pale-faced; he didn't need to see Yiyu's body to reach this conclusion.

His soul was completely bound to the murmur. Once the murmur's soul perished, they, the "believers" who had made a pact with the murmur, would also vanish. Nothing could prove the murmur's death better than a soul pact.

Shen Qingzhu landed beside Lin Qiye, looking at the statue-like Yiyu. He swiftly swung the Soul-Severing Blade in his hand, piercing Yiyu's body. After finishing the blow, Shen Qingzhu confirmed that Yiyu was beyond dead. Only then did he snap his fingers, burning Yiyu's body to ashes.

"Looks like Fatty's Soul-Severing Blade didn't come in handy," Shen Qingzhu muttered to herself.

Lin Qiye watched Shen Qingzhu's series of actions with a smile, "It seems you've become much more cautious since we last met."

Beside the altar.

"How could this happen... Why... You all deserve to die!" The third seat's expression gradually turned crazed.

Was he loyal to the delirium? Perhaps not.

But he signed a soul contract, and the whispers control his life; he must remain loyal.

But now, they were fine when they came, but they can't go back. Yiyu is dead, and he will definitely die too. Since he will die, why should these people still be alive?

Even if he dies, he'll take a few people down with him!

The Ninth Seat seemed to sense something and lunged towards the altar, but he was too late; the Third Seat had already crashed into the altar.

Blood flowed slowly along the intricate patterns on the altar.

"Oh no!" The Ninth Seat stopped what he was doing, his face grave.

On the altar, as the spiritual energy was replenished, a jet-black pillar of light burst forth from the top of the altar, shooting straight into the sky.

The weather changed drastically, and a chilling atmosphere filled the air.

"After all that effort, I never imagined we still couldn't stop it in the end." The Ninth Seat sighed as he looked at the dark pillar of light.

"What exactly is the Underworld God Altar?" Shen Qingzhu asked, looking at the Ninth Seat who had fully recovered.

"Do you know Osiris?" the Ninth Seat asked slowly.

"One of the nine Egyptian Ennead, the god of the underworld, Osiris?" Lin Qiye frowned.

The name was familiar to everyone, as they all knew the truth about the shattering of Fengdu when they were there, where they witnessed the Great Emperor of Fengdu killing one of Yama's avatars.

Osiris was one of the four Outer Gods who stole the fragments of Fengdu.

“That’s what summoned it. It must have been smuggled in by that wind-vein earth dragon.” The Ninth Seat pointed to the altar and continued weakly, “And the upside-down city above us is the Netherworld of Osiris. The Church of the Ancient Gods probably wanted to summon it to destroy the existing order and create the dark age of evil gods that they were pursuing.”

"But why did they choose Lintang City? And with the God of the Underworld appearing in the territory of Great Xia, the gods of Great Xia certainly won't sit idly by. Isn't it just offering itself up for slaughter?" Cao Yuan asked, puzzled.

"Anyway, there's definitely a conspiracy." Jiang Shiyuan rubbed her arms, shivering from the cold in the sweltering June heat.

Because of the inverted Netherworld in mid-air, the entire Lin Tang City had fallen into darkness, and the surrounding temperature had dropped to around minus eight or nine degrees Celsius due to the dense death aura. This truly lived up to the lyrics of the song: "You are in the bright sunshine of the south, while heavy snow is falling."

"Perhaps those ruthless people in the Church of the Ancient Gods are trying to divert our attention by using the God of the Underworld to summon a few more Outer Gods to cause trouble elsewhere."

“It is indeed something they are capable of doing.” Lin Qiye frowned deeply. He looked up at the sky, but could not see what was happening above the clouds.

"It's so cold." The sudden drop in temperature was also making Baili Pangpang feel a bit uncomfortable, and he reached into his pocket and rummaged around.

"Are you cold?" Lin Qiye lowered his head and saw that Jiang Shiyuan was dressed in thin clothes, so he naturally pulled her into his arms to shield her from the cold.

Jiang Shiyuan shifted uncomfortably, intending to leave, but then paused for a moment, before finally relaxing and leaning against Lin Qiye.

"..." Baili Pangpang held a warm coat in his hand, stretched it out halfway, then withdrew his hand and silently draped the coat over his own body.

It's okay. He may not have a warm embrace, but he has a warm down jacket. Down jackets are windproof and cold-proof, unlike hugs which are drafty. They are truly an essential item for home use.

A pair of hands were stretched out in front of Baili Pangpang. Cao Yuan gestured with his eyes, "I want one too."

Baili Pangpang took out three more winter coats from his pocket and handed them to Cao Yuan, An Qingyu, and Shen Qingzhu respectively.

"Thank you, but I don't need it." An Qingyu shook his head. His body had been modified and he was not afraid of the cold. Moreover, the ice coffin on his back was constantly emitting cold air, and its temperature was lower than the surrounding temperature.

Baili Pangpang nodded knowingly and was about to put the clothes back into his spatial storage when the Ninth Seat next to him came over eagerly, "Hey, we're brothers who've worked together before, give them to me, I want them."

"Sorry, bro, I forgot about you." Baili Pangpang slapped his forehead and handed the clothes to the Ninth Seat.

"Crackling sounds..."

An Qingyu's MP3 player made a faint sound. He glanced at Jiang Er beside him, who looked curious but hesitated, and then at the two people in front of him who were huddling together for warmth. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "I'll tell you when we get back."

……

midair.

In the dim light, a withered figure draped in a pale coat appeared in the center of the Netherworld, holding a golden staff in his hand, and a powerful divine pressure suddenly descended.

"Is this the so-called god of the underworld, Osiris?" Baili Pangpang held a telescope in his hand, looking at Osiris's dark, cracked body, which resembled a corpse, with disdain.

Because their vision was obstructed and they were on the ground, even with the [Starry Night Dancer] buff in the darkness, Lin Qiye couldn't see what was happening in the Netherworld. He could only learn about the situation in mid-air through Baili Pangpang's description.

"Ding--"

With a crisp clang of a sword, Baili Pangpang jumped up excitedly, "The Sword Saint is here! He's drawn his sword!"

In the sky, the thick clouds were parted by a huge sword mark, and the sound of swords mingled with the roar of dragons, echoing between heaven and earth.

Zhou Ping's figure collided with Osiris's figure in the Netherworld. Their exchange was extremely fast, with sword energy and black light intersecting at a dazzling speed.

"That's too fierce... going head-to-head with the God of the Underworld." Baili Pangpang swallowed hard. "Is the Sword Saint really human?"

“Probably.” Lin Qiye nodded. “After all, a god shouldn’t be socially awkward.”

Jiang Shiyuan silently added in her mind, "She won't have social anxiety, but she'll get mental illness."