Godslayer: After the Seraph rejected me, I ascended directly to the highest godhood.

Tick-tock!

Large raindrops pelted the black cloak, and the slicked-back hair styled with hairspray was soaked by the rain, with bangs falling across the forehead.

In the boundless void, Zhao Kongcheng clutched his chest, his right hand gripping the Star Blade, which was plunged into the ground.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked through his bangs at the Ghost-Faced King, whose scarlet tongue was sticking out.

Zhao Kongcheng gritted his teeth, turned around and looked in the direction of Lin Qiye's house, a smile appearing on his lips.

He forced himself to stand up, brushing his bangs back with his right hand. "Damn it, you dare ruin my handsome hairstyle? Today I'll show you what consequences are."

Ding!

A golden badge flew through the air, and Zhao Kongcheng caught it with one hand. With a gentle push of his finger, a pinhole appeared in the badge.

The badge reads: Zhao Kongcheng.

What follows is...

If the dark night finally comes...

I will stand before tens of thousands of people,

With the sword facing the abyss,

The sky is stained with blood!!

Noisy!

Without hesitation, Zhao Kongcheng pierced the pinhole of the badge into his palm, and the power of the Ghost God's Guidance entered his body through the needle.

Instantly, he felt as if every cell in his body had been given a stimulant, becoming exceptionally active.

The blood flow also increased, and my whole body began to feel hot.

Ding!

The long sword in his hand emitted bursts of clanging, as if it too were unusually excited.

Suddenly, a silvery moonlight appeared on Zhao Kongcheng's arm holding the sword, running down his arm and covering the Star Blade.

The Ghost-Faced King stuck out his scarlet tongue, licked the blood around his mouth, roared to the sky, and stomped forward.

Zhao Kongcheng opened his cold eyes, his arm muscles bulged, and with a clang of his blade, a crescent-shaped silver-white blade aura shot out from the ground.

The Ghost-Faced King couldn't dodge in time, and crossed his claws across his chest.

clang!

A crisp metallic clang rang out, and the Ghost-Faced King was sent flying backward by the immense force, landing ten meters away on the ground.

Shock flashed in its eyes. It looked down at the wound on its arm and didn't dare to go any further.

"Sequence 083, Obliterate Life and Flash Moon, hahaha!"

"I just know that I, Zhao Kongcheng, am a fucking genius."

Zhao Kongcheng looked down at the knife in his hand, his heart filled with excitement, forgetting all about the side effects of the Ghost God's Guidance.

"What are you doing?"

A familiar voice broke Zhao Kongcheng's joyful mood, and he turned to look.

Lin Qiye, whose eyes were flashing with golden light, walked in.

"How did you get in here, kid?"

"He glared at me and came in."

"..."

Zhao Kongcheng was speechless for a moment, then sighed and faced the Ghost-Faced King again.

"I can help you."

"No need, you can stand over there."

Zhao Kongcheng brandished his long sword, and a silvery-white halo flowed across its blade.

"Kid, watch this strike carefully."

Lin Qiye slightly raised his eyes, "Why?"

"This knife...will be very handsome!"

Ok?

In Lin Qiye's vision, Zhao Kongcheng unleashed a crescent-shaped blade of energy, faster than a bullet.

Pfft!

The crescent-shaped blade energy swept across the Ghost King's head almost instantly, and the sound of flesh and blood separating echoed in the heavy rain.

pat!

The head of the Ghost-Faced King rolled to the ground.

Lin Qiye opened his eyes slightly.

"Kid, you're handsome?"

"He's handsome, but a little weaker than my childhood friend."

"You fucking..."

puff!

Zhao Kongcheng suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, powerless.

Lin Qiye's body trembled, and he quickly ran over to help Zhao Kongcheng.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"It's alright, being able to have some fun before I die is... not bad!"

Zhao Kongcheng's hand trembled as he held the extinguished cigarette between his fingers, then suddenly lowered it halfway through.

Lin Qiye's eyes widened in shock as he stared blankly at Zhao Kongcheng, whose face was streaked with rain.

In a corner not far away, Jiang Ye remained calm, blue and white light emanating from his palm as he reached out to grab Zhao Kongcheng's disappearing soul.

"The soul is back!"

Ok?

Just as they were about to capture Zhao Kongcheng's soul, a force from another direction stopped them.

Jiang Ye faced the low house, and Yang Jin looked over at the same time.

"A mere chief god dares to snatch things from the supreme being? How presumptuous!"

Jiang Ye risked his life to inject divine power, and Zhao Kongcheng's soul was instantly received into his palm. Then, with a wave of his raincoat, he disappeared into the corner.

puff!

Yang Jin, inside the room, coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with coldness.

Who is he?

What's your purpose in getting close to me?

Yang Jin's eyes were filled with solemnity. Just from that exchange, his opponent definitely possessed the strength of a demigod.

His strength has not yet fully recovered, so he is no match for him.

Yang Jin got up from the bed, looked out the window, and frowned.

When did Heaven have such a god?

Click!

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Just then, the door opened, and the little black toad crawled in.

"What is his purpose?" Yang Jin asked.

The little black leper spoke in human language: "He said...we are not his enemies, his enemies..."

"in the sky!"

Yang Jin looked out the window at the sky filled with dark clouds.

"Heaven?"

……

Rainwater flowed across the ground as Jiang Ye, having removed his raincoat, slowly walked towards Lin Qiye.

Looking up, the Ghost-Faced King had already been killed by Lin Qiye. He was kneeling in front of Zhao Kongcheng, his face covered in what looked like tears or rain.

Jiang Ye walked step by step to Lin Qiye's side, looking down to sense Zhao Kongcheng lying on the ground.

His scarred face and exhausted body bear unmistakable proof of General Zhao's legendary life.

When he read the novel "Godslayer" in his previous life, he couldn't help but get teary-eyed when he came across the part about Zhao Kongcheng.

Now that I've transmigrated here, whether it's out of regret or to gain system modification points, I want to settle scores with the Seraphim.

All of this drove him to save Zhao Kongcheng.

Jiang Ye gathered blue and white divine power in his palm behind his back, carrying Zhao Kongcheng's soul, and it flowed into Zhao Kongcheng's body invisibly.

General Zhao, please take a few days to rest.

He patted Lin Qiye on the shoulder.

Lin Qiye reached out and lifted Zhao Kongcheng's body into his arms. Looking at his pale face, his nose stung with tears.

"Junior Lin Qiye respectfully bids farewell to General Zhao Kongcheng!"

"Triumph!"

Hongying, Si Xiaonan, and Leng Xuan, who had just arrived not far away, were all stunned and ran towards them at full speed.

Jiang Ye stood silently at the back, then turned to face an alleyway in the old town.

The sound of heavy rain washing over the earth could be heard, along with the cries of the 136th squad.

die?

He was at peace with death, having nearly died nine years ago.

How many families have had their regrets eased by this miracle in Cangnan?

But... Jiang Ye didn't want to think about it too much. He wanted to become stronger, reach the top of the moon, and find the colors of his world again.

He touched the black bandage wrapped around his eyes, lost in thought.

clap clap clap!

"The bond between teammates is so strong, it almost made me cry."

Just then, a figure emerged from the alleyway in front of Jiang Ye, clapping his hands.

The three, still immersed in grief, quickly looked up at the man in black robes who was slowly walking towards them.

The three of them looked surprised.

"The Church of the Ancient Gods!"