Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 1190 Mumu unleashes a powerful move; this move is outrageous!

Just as the deadly claws were about to touch their noses, Lin Qiye yanked out a second life-saving hair from behind his ear.

"go!"

The burst of golden light was not a defensive act, but rather the sudden appearance of a surging auspicious cloud beneath their feet.

Lin Qiye grabbed Wu Hen by the collar with one hand and pulled Mu Mu tightly with the other.

The three of them were like pebbles launched from a slingshot, instantly transforming into streaks of light that shot into the sky.

Hela's claw missed its mark, and the black crack tore the ground she was standing on into pieces.

High in the sky, the strong wind rushed into my mouth, making my cheeks ache.

"Holy crap! Somersault Cloud?!"

Wu Hen couldn't open his eyes because of the wind, and clung tightly to Lin Qiye's leg.

"Brother Monkey even gave you this thing? This isn't measured in kilometers, it's measured in hundreds of thousands of miles!"

"Stop joking! Let Mumu make a wish!"

Lin Qiye's face turned deathly pale. Although he had just dodged a fatal blow,

But Hela's death aura still brushed against his shoulder, making half of his body numb. "Recover! Create distance! Quickly!"

Although Mumu, who was tucked under her arm and looked like a piece of dried meat from the wind, immediately lit up the Holy Grail in her arms upon hearing the command.

"Yeah!"

With a strange cry from Mumu, a warm current instantly enveloped the two of them.

Lin Qiye felt the numbness in his shoulder quickly subside, and the divine power within his body began to surge back wildly.

At the same time, the somersault cloud beneath their feet seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, its speed increasing dramatically once again, and the surrounding scenery was almost blurred into lines.

In just three seconds, they covered at least several hundred kilometers.

"Stop!" Lin Qiye shouted in a low voice.

The somersault cloud came to an abrupt halt.

Wu Hen gagged, wiped the cold sweat from his face, and looked around.

This is a desolate snowfield; the ruins of Asgard are nowhere to be seen.

"Damn, that was exciting..." Wu Hen gasped for breath, slumping onto the cloud.

"Shouldn't we shake her off now? Even the Queen of the Underworld couldn't teleport that far..."

Lin Qiye didn't speak, but his brows furrowed even more.

He cautiously surveyed his surroundings; it was too quiet.

The wind stopped, the snow stopped falling, and even the sound of their sudden braking had completely disappeared.

A sense of unease welled up inside me.

If it were a snowfield hundreds of kilometers away, the temperature would be extremely low.

But the temperature he felt now was exactly the same as when he was in the temple ruins.

"That's not right." Lin Qiye suddenly stood up.

"Wu Hen, watch your step."

"What happened to my foot?" Wu Hen looked down and his pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints.

Below the gaps in the clouds, there was no snowfield.

It was a charred, blackened floor tile with familiar cracks.

Those are the floor tiles at the entrance of the temple.

"An illusion?!" Wu Hen's scalp tingled instantly.

"when……"

"They run pretty fast."

These four words didn't come from afar, but rather rang out right behind the two of them.

With a hint of mockery, and an impatience as if he had been waiting in this spot for a long time.

The hairs on their heads stood on end instantly. Before cold sweat could even drip down their backs, they felt as if the space around them shattered like glass.

The snowfield and the place a hundred miles away are all fake.

They didn't even step out of the temple gates!

Those few seconds of "high-speed flight" were nothing more than a monkey show played in Hela's palm.

"Seven Nights—!" Wu Hen subconsciously tried to push Lin Qiye away.

late.

"puff."

A soft sound, like tearing a piece of waste paper.

Lin Qiye felt a chill on his right shoulder, and then his vision began to spin.

He saw that his body was still standing on the somersault cloud, but his right arm had disappeared, and blood gushed from that spot as high as a fountain.

And in that severed right hand, Mumu was still being gripped tightly.

"It's noisy."

Hela was less than half a meter away from them; she didn't even bother to look Lin Qiye in the eye.

He caught the severed arm and picked up Mumu like a chick.

His other hand remained in the posture of wielding a sword.

"As an ant, you're jumping around a bit too much."

Hela's eyes were icy, and she flipped her wrist again.

This time, it was aimed at Lin Qiye's head, which was still flying through the air.

The sword flashed.

The screen went completely black.

"Seven Nights!!" Wu Hen roared in despair, the dagger in his hand still unsheatheeded.

He was blasted away by a massive surge of death energy, crashing against the wall like a rag doll.

It’s over.

Completely finished.

Even a celestial being couldn't save him once his head was chopped off.

Hela, carrying the trembling Mumu, turned to leave.

She had no interest in torture; as long as she obtained this "key," the gates to the underworld could be completely locked.

however.

Just as she took her first step.

A cluster of golden flames suddenly ignited behind the ear of Lin Qiye's head, which had rolled to the ground.

The third, and last, hair that saved his life.

"boom!"

Golden flames instantly engulfed the head and the headless corpse.

In this desolate wasteland, a light as dazzling as the sun burst forth.

Hela paused, her brow finally furrowing: "Just how many lives did this monkey give you?"

The flames dispersed.

Lin Qiye stood unharmed, his face as pale as paper, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

This single hair exhausted all his resources, leaving his spiritual power nearly depleted, but he was not yet dead.

As long as they're not dead, they'll bite off a piece of flesh.

"Mumu!!"

Lin Qiye didn't run away. Instead, he roared at the mummy held by Helati, "Stop playing dead! Use that!!"

Hela glanced down at the bandaged monster in her hand: "That one?"

Mumu was trembling.

It was afraid of death, afraid of pain, and even more afraid of the female psychopath in front of it who reeked of death.

But upon hearing Lin Qiye's voice, Mu Mu's small eyes, which were peeking out from under the bandages, suddenly stopped blinking.

Instead, there was a kind of reckless madness.

"Eee-ya!!"

Mumu suddenly opened her mouth and bit down on Hela's wrist.

This level of attack power was nothing more than a tickle to Hela. She didn't even let go, but just sneered and prepared to crush the little thing.

But the next second, her expression changed.

The woody thing she was holding in her hand felt different.

The originally soft bandages and flesh instantly became incredibly hard and icy cold.

"Click - click -"

A piercing mechanical grinding sound emanated from Mumu's body.

Suddenly, the bandages on Mumu's body burst open, revealing not a withered body, but a metallic shell gleaming with a cold light!

Its body swelled wildly in Hela's hands, instantly breaking free from Hela's grasp and taking root on the ground.

“This is…” Wu Hen was crouching in the corner, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

The ground shook.

Mumu's legs transformed into heavy hydraulic supports, digging deep into the rock;

The torso spread out to the sides, revealing a dark, deep well;

Its head shrank into its chest cavity, and where its eyes used to be, two scarlet warning lights lit up.

This is no longer a mummy.

This is clearly a miniature steel missile silo, exuding an aura of destruction!

"Warning: Holy Grail wish overwrite. Target locked."

"Payment confirmed: two tactical nuclear warheads."

The cold, electronic synthesized voice replaced Mumu's original babbling.

Hela was stunned.

Even if she was a god who had lived for countless years and had seen magic,

She had seen divine artifacts and dragons, but she had never seen anything like this that could transform at the drop of a hat.

Before she could even react, she realized what kind of divine power this was.

"Swoosh—Boom!!"

Two dazzling plumes of flame erupted from the steel fortress.

Two missiles painted dark green with funny smiley faces drawn on their bodies.

With a piercing shriek that seemed to shatter eardrums, trailing a long plume of white smoke,

In this narrow space where the distance was less than ten meters, it went straight for Hela's stunning face!

Wu Hen stared wide-eyed, his mind completely blank.

"It's crazy..."

At this distance, he could even see the serial number on the missile's tail fin.

Deploying a nuclear bomb at such close range?

Is this some kind of suicidal idea, wanting everyone's ashes mixed with rice?!