Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 792: Merlin defends against the enemy and talks about gifts, everyone explores the secrets a

The moment a drop of dark red saliva fell to the ground from between the teeth of the Supreme God's skeleton, the ground looked like it was cut by a sharp blade, leaving a hideous wound.

The sound of the chain breaking mixed with the stench of the wind blew towards me.

Wu Hen's pupils suddenly contracted - what surged out of the black hole was not red mist, but densely packed corpses of beasts.

Those things were half human and half skeleton, with rusty divine nails stuck in their spines, and a faint light the same color as the red moon fragments flickered in their eye sockets.

The corpse beasts in the front row had already pounced in front of him, with beads of blood still hanging on their fangs.

"Get behind me." Merlin's dagger drew a silver arc of light.

The ancient divine characters on the blade suddenly came alive, and wherever the silver light passed,

The corpse beast didn't even have time to scream before it shattered into a bloody rain.

Wu Hen loosened his grip on the God-Slaying Sword—he could sense that the demonic energy of these corpse beasts was not weak.

If it were an ordinary demon slayer, he would probably have to try his best to barely protect himself.

But under Merlin's dagger, they couldn't even blink.

"Lao Mei's knife..." Lin Qiye's fingertips, with golden patterns flowing, gently tapped the back of Wu Hen's hand.

"More than twice as strong as when I was in the Demon Suppression Division."

Wu Hen didn't say anything.

He stared at Merlin's flying figure, and suddenly remembered that when they were outside the temple, Merlin had said that he would give him a "greeting gift".

At that time, he just thought it was a joke from the old man, but now, looking at the divine words flowing on the short knife,

A sudden chill ran through the back of his neck—the pattern there bore a resemblance to the residual soul sealed within his God-Slaying Sword.

"Xiao Wu!

What are you daydreaming about? "Merlin chopped the last corpse beast that pounced on Lin Qiye with his backhand, and when he turned around, the dagger had been sheathed.

"These little bastards are servants of the gods who have been tainted by the Red Moon. They will never amount to anything."

He patted the blood foam on his sleeves and suddenly smiled with wrinkles on his face, "As for what you want, I have prepared everything for you."

"What is it?" Wu Hen asked subconsciously.

Merlin winked at him, "The gift I mentioned earlier."

"After we've dealt with that old skeleton up there, you come with me to the back hall of the shrine—I guarantee you'll be furious when you see it."

Lin Qiye glanced at the still-pressed Supreme God's skeleton, then glanced at Wu Hen's shining eyes, and whispered, "Let's deal with the one in front of us first."

Wu Hen took a deep breath, and the blue light of the God-Slaying Sword suddenly increased.

He looked at the pair of skeletal eye sockets that could swallow the entire Demon Suppression Bureau, and his throat tightened - in the swirling red mist inside,

The eaves of half of the temple can be vaguely seen.

"That traitor..." He remembered Merlin's words a moment ago, and his knuckles turned white.

"After I chop this one down, I'll skin him myself."

Lin Qiye's golden pattern suddenly burned, scalding Wu Hen's hand so much that it hurt.

He turned his head and met those always calm eyes.

Lin Qiye didn't say anything, but just held his hand tightly.

The golden pattern crawled into Wu Hen's palm through the gaps between their clasped fingers - it was a secret code that only they understood: I am here.

The roar of the Supreme God's skeleton shattered the clouds.

Wu Hen looked up and saw that the red moon fragment between the skeleton's forehead suddenly burst out with a dazzling red light, like some kind of call.

"Be careful!" Merlin unsheathed his dagger again, this time with a dazzling golden light wrapped in the silver light.

“It’s going to spit out divine blood!”

Before he finished speaking, dark red liquid gushed out of the skeleton's mouth.

Before the liquid even touched the ground, the ground began to melt, like a wax figure doused in boiling oil.

Wu Hen dragged Lin Qiye and rolled on the ground, holding the God-Slaying Sword across his body. The blue light condensed into a shield, barely blocking the drop that splashed at his feet.

"This thing can corrode the origin!" Wu Hen wiped the cold sweat from his face. Fine cracks had already appeared on his sword and shield.

"Lao Mei, what is the origin of this thing?"

"The supreme god whose head was chopped off by Susanoo in the War of Gods."

Merlin's short sword shone even brighter, and each strike accurately struck the joints of the skeleton.

"Back then, Susanoo used the Tenfist Sword to nail his body to the deepest part of the shrine."

"I thought it would last for thousands of years... but who would have thought the Red Moon pollution could even erode the seal of God."

Wu Hen's God-Slaying Sword suddenly made a long and clear sound.

He looked at the half-human face floating on the blade - that was the residual soul of the ancient god that he had sealed.

The remnant soul's mouth opened and closed, and he heard a vague warning: "Retreat..."

"I can't retreat." Wu Hen shouted, and the blue light of the God-Slaying Sword shot up into the sky.

"My brother is still lying in the Demon Suppression Division. The stone tablet at the entrance to the Demon Suppression Division still has the words 'Guarding the Human World' engraved on it.

I will chop off this bone today! "

Lin Qiye's golden pattern burned into golden flames. He stood to Wu Hen's left, and their shadows overlapped in the red mist.

Merlin's dagger suddenly burst out with a dazzling silver light.

This time, even the scabbard was shattered into dust - the ancient divine characters on the blade formed a complete spell,

It actually formed a certain resonance with the blue light of the God-Slaying Sword and the golden flame of Lin Qiye.

The movement of the Supreme God's skeleton suddenly stopped.

Wu Hen took the opportunity to leap up and cut the skeleton's jawbone with his God-Slaying Sword;

Lin Qiye followed closely behind, his fist wrapped in golden flames smashing into the skeleton's cervical vertebrae;

Merlin's dagger made a final thrust, accurately severing the red moon fragments stuck in the skeleton's spine.

“Crack—”

With a crisp sound, the head of the Supreme God's skeleton finally fell to the ground, causing the three people to stagger.

Wu Hen gasped and looked up, and saw in the skeleton's eye sockets,

The eaves of half the temple finally revealed their full appearance - on the eaves,

There stood a man in a white robe, holding a glass of wine in his hand, and smiling as he raised his glass to them.

"Traitor!" Merlin's dagger shot out with a "hum" sound, but was bounced off by an invisible barrier three feet away from the man in white robe.

The laughter of the man in white robes mixed with the red mist drifted down: "Mr. Mei, how are you?

This cup of divine wine has been waiting for you for a long time.

Wu Hen’s God-Slaying Sword vibrated violently.

He stared at the jade token hanging around the man's waist - the pattern was exactly the same as the "Night Watchman" token enshrined by the Demon Suppression Bureau.

“He is…”

"Deacon Zhang from the Night's Watch." Merlin's voice was like ice.

"Three years ago, he said he was going overseas to look for a miracle cure, but now he's here to be a traitor."

Lin Qiye's golden pattern suddenly expanded. He was about to rush forward but was stopped by Wu Hen.

Wu Hen looked at the dimly visible gate of the Divine Palace behind Deacon Zhang, a calculation flashed in his eyes: "Don't be impatient."

"The gift that Lao Mei mentioned is in the back hall of the shrine. Once we get it, we'll deal with him."

Merlin wiped the blood off his face and nodded. "In the back hall, there are notes left by Susanoo. They are the key to undoing the Red Moon pollution..."

His words were interrupted by a cry of surprise.

Wu Hen turned around and saw An Qingyu running towards him, supporting Wu Xiangnan in the distant valley.

Wu Xiangnan's face was as white as paper, but his eyes were frighteningly bright: "Brother!"

"Uncle Wang Mian is here!"

"He said he wanted to hear about Takama-ga-hara!"

Wu Hen's heart skipped a beat.

He stuck the God-Slaying Sword into the ground and went to support Wu Xiangnan: "Didn't I tell you to stay in the safe house?"

“Why did you get out?”

"I'm fine." Wu Xiangnan grabbed his sleeve.

"Uncle Wangmian said...that the incident in Takama-ga-hara might be related to the Red Moon."

Merlin glanced at the still smoking skeleton of the Supreme God and patted Wu Hen on the shoulder: "You guys go talk, I'll go explore the back hall."

"We'll talk about the gift later."

Wu Hen looked at Merlin's back as he disappeared behind the eaves of the shrine, then glanced at Wu Xiangnan's pale face, and finally nodded.

He turned to Lin Qiye and said, "You stay with Xiangnan, I'll go see Wang Mian."

Lin Qiye didn't say anything, but just put Wu Xiangnan's hand into Wu Hen's palm.

Wang Mian sat under an old locust tree in the valley, with a pot of freshly boiled tea beside him.

When he saw Wu Hen coming over, he pointed to the stone pillar opposite and said, "Sit down."

"Shonan said that the gods of Takama-ga-hara were killed by Susanoo?"

Wu Hen paused.

He remembered Wu Xiangnan's hand holding the corner of his clothes before he fell unconscious.

Thinking of the remains of gods lying in the ruins of Takamagahara - those gods once worshipped by humans,

At this moment, even the corpse was contaminated by the red moon and only bones were left.

"Susanoo said the gods had betrayed the pact."

Wu Xiangnan's voice suddenly rang out. She had broken free from Lin Qiye's hand and sat next to Wang Mian.

"He held the Ten-fist Sword and started slashing at the shrine at the top of Takama-ga-hara, killing any god he saw."

"Our team was searching for the divine blood and happened to run into his sword domain..."

Her fingers unconsciously scratched the edge of the stone pillar, and there was still blood stains between her nails. "His sword is too fast."

"Lao Zhang from the team tried to block it, but was cut into three pieces;"

"Xiao Xia tried to escape, but was pinned to the sacred pillar by the sword energy... In the end, only Sister An and I were left."

"I hid in the pickle jar of the god's kitchen, smelling the sour stench and listening to the god weep for three days."

The teacup in Wang Mian's hand cracked with a "crack".

He stared at Wu Xiangnan's trembling shoulders and said in a hoarse voice, "What happened next?"

"Then Susanoo left." Wu Xiangnan looked up, with no tears in his eyes.

"Before he left, he said, 'The red moon is coming, and whoever stands in my way will be killed.'"

"When we climbed out, Takama-ga-hara's divine blood had been drained, and even the roots of the sacred tree had rotted into black mud..."

The mountain wind swept past with red mist, rustling the leaves of the old locust tree.

Wu Hen stared at Wu Xiangnan's wide-open eyes, his throat feeling like it was clogged with a ball of red-hot charcoal—he finally understood.

Why did Wu Xiangnan always tremble in the middle of the night, clutching the corner of his clothes after waking up?

Wang Mian was silent for a long time before he said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."

Wu Xiangnan suddenly smiled: "It's not hard."

"At least...at least we made it back alive."

These words were like a needle, piercing through all the disguised calmness.

Lin Qiye came over and put his coat on Wu Xiangnan's shoulders;

An Qingyu squatted down with red eyes and held her hand;

Even Baili Pangpang took out a piece of candy from his backpack and put it in her hand.

Wu Hen looked at this scene,

Suddenly I remembered the stone tablet at the entrance of the Demon Suppression Bureau - the three big characters "Guardian of the World" were carved with the blood of demon exorcists of all generations.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the shrine, where the silver light of Merlin's dagger was still floating.

"I'll go see Lao Mei." He patted Lin Qiye's shoulder.

"I'll leave Shonan to you."

Lin Qiye nodded: "Be careful."

Wu Hen followed the silver trail left by Merlin to the shrine. When he passed by the old locust tree,

I heard Wang Mian whisper behind me: "Zuo Qing has found out that Takama-hara's files have been encrypted.

She is going to try to open the secret room with the highest authority tonight..."

Wu Hen paused.

He didn't look back, but just quickened his pace towards the shrine - there were some things that needed to be figured out now.

The door to the rear hall of the shrine was ajar, with a dim light leaking through the gap.

Wu Hen pushed open the door and saw Meilin standing in front of the altar, holding a piece of black jade in his hand.

The curse engraved on the black jade was exactly the same as the pattern on his God-Slaying Sword.

"Is this a gift?" he asked.

Merlin turned his head, his eyes gleaming: "More than that. Look under the altar -"

Wu Hen lowered his head and saw half a stone tablet buried under the altar.

The words on the stone tablet were a little blurry, but the three big characters "Guarding the World" were as clear as if they had just been carved.

When the metal door of the underground secret room of the Demon Suppression Bureau was fully opened, Zuo Qing's fingertips were still trembling.

She bent down to pick up the yellowed paper at her feet. The musty smell mixed with the stale fragrance of the paper entered her nose.

The handwriting on the paper was blurry: "Susanoo, the first chief of the Night Watch."

But it was like a fine needle piercing the pupil - the night watchman totem worshipped by the Demon Suppression Division for generations,

Is he the same person as the godslayer in Takama-ga-hara?

"Click." She pressed the emergency light on the wall, and the cold white light swept across the secret room.

There are more than 20 leather files neatly stacked in the bronze cabinet against the wall.

The top book with a gold-embossed cover, "Takamagahara Red Moon Files", was the core information she had been searching for for three days but couldn't find.

Zuo Qing took off his white gloves and stuffed them into his cuffs. His fingertips just touched the file lock.

Suddenly she paused—she heard her heartbeat amplified into drumbeats in the confined space.

The cold sweat on my back was running down my spine.

"We must find out." She bit her back teeth, and the metal lock left a red mark on her palm.

The moment the file was opened, the blood stains on the yellowed pages hit me in the face.

The first page prominently displays an old photo:

The man in the black robe of the Night's Watch has his back to the camera, with a long sword wrapped in a chain hanging from his waist.

The words "Ten Fists" on the scabbard were soaked in blood.

Written in pen on the back of the photo were the words: "Susanoo, Night Watchman 001, personally executed seventy-two rebel gods on the day of the God War."

Zuo Qing's breathing suddenly became heavy.

She turned to the middle chapter.

Amidst the densely packed records was a hand-drawn map—the structure of Takama-ga-hara Shrine was surprisingly similar to the layout of the Demon Suppression Bureau's underground secret room.

Even the location of the Night Watch totem is exactly the same.

Next is a summary of the Red Moon pollution cases in the past three years, with the outbreak point of each incident circled in red.

They all fell on the coordinates where the bones of the ancient gods of Takama-ga-hara were buried.

"Impossible..." She picked up the newly delivered "Red Moon Pollution Source Tracing Report" on the desk and flipped through the pages comparing them.

The report states that "the Red Moon Fragments and the Ancient God's Origin are mutually exclusive."

But in the rubbings of the temple murals in the archives, the red moon was being held in the palms of the twelve ancient gods.

The patterns on the divine robe are exactly the same as the spell on the Night's Watch token.

Zuo Qing's nails dug deep into his palm.

The paper made a crackling sound between my fingers - it turned out that everyone was kept in the dark.

The red moon is not an external disaster at all, but a "contract" brought about by the ancient gods themselves.

"Bang." The file slammed heavily on the table.

Zuo Qing rubbed his swollen temples and looked up at the old-fashioned clock on the wall - 3:17 in the morning.

Shouldn’t Wu Hen and the others have dealt with the skeleton of the Supreme God at the Temple of God?

As she thought this, she reached out to collect the file, but her fingertips were pricked by a note stuck at the footer.

The handwriting on the note was identical to the penmanship on the cover: "The red moon is the key, the divine skeleton is the lock."

"If the pollution gets out of control one day, those holding the Night Watchman's Order can enter the rear hall of the shrine and unseal it..."

“Ding-ling-ling——”

The vibration of the cell phone startled Zuo Qing so much that he almost knocked over the desk lamp.

Her hands were shaking as she picked up the phone. Xiao Zhou's urgent voice came from the receiver: "Sister Zuo!"

"The signal from the Shrine is cut off!

"Captain Wu, Captain Lin, and Senior Jia Lan...their locators are all gone!"

Zuo Qing's pupils suddenly contracted.

She grabbed the file on the table and stuffed it into her arms. When she turned around, she knocked over a chair. "Send three teams with the signal repeater!"

"The medical team is on standby, there may be serious injuries..."

A sudden chill ran down the back of his neck - could the conditions for unsealing the rear hall of the shrine be related to what Wu Hen and the others were looking for?

"Sister Zuo?

Sister Zuo! "Xiao Zhou's voice floated out from the receiver.

"Headquarters told you not to worry, it might be interference from the shrine's magnetic field..."

"I know." Zuo Qing interrupted him, his fingers tightly gripping the phone, his knuckles turning white.

"Use all available tracking instruments from the Demon Suppression Division. I want to find the person within half an hour."

She hung up the phone and turned to look at the Night Watchman totem on the wall of the secret room.

The totem's eyes glowed faint blue under the light, very much like the gaze of the remnant soul in Wu Hen's God-Slaying Sword.

"I hope you're okay." She whispered into the air, her voice trembling without her even noticing.

As the metal door closed behind him, Zuo Qing touched the file in his arms.

Suddenly I remembered what Wu Xiangnan said - Susanoo said before leaving Takamahara

"The red moon is coming. Whoever stands in our way will be killed."

Now the red moon has arrived, but is the first chief of the Night's Watch, who killed the gods, actually protecting... or...

“Click.”

The lights in the secret room suddenly went out.

Zuo Qing's breathing stagnated. In the darkness, she could hear the sound of her own heartbeat mixed with a very light rustling sound.

It sounded like something was crawling in through the ventilation duct, and scales scraped against metal.