Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 795: Blood-colored Mural Reveals the Secrets of the God War

The night was as dark as ink, shrouding the ruins of Takama-ga-hara in dead silence.

Wu Hen and Jia Lan walked one after the other on the broken sacred road, heading towards the palace that stood in the center of the ruins, as if torn apart by the hands of a giant.

The biting cold wind blew up the dust, making a whimpering sound, as if countless dead souls were whispering.

The entrance to the palace was a huge, half-collapsed stone door, covered with traces of sword cuts and divine erosion.

Each one tells the story of the brutal war between gods that year.

Just as Wu Hen was about to step into the shadowy door,

He suddenly stopped, turned around without saying a word, and stared intently at Galan behind him.

Galan was stunned by his sudden action and stopped walking.

She looked at Wu Hen in confusion, with a hint of inquiry in her clear eyes.

The atmosphere around seemed to freeze at this moment.

"Before you come in, there is something I must make a rule with you." Wu Hen's voice was low and serious, without any hint of joking.

His expression was extremely serious, as if what he was about to say was

More important than exploring this perilous palace itself.

"What's the matter?" Galan's heart skipped a beat for unknown reason.

In such a tense and solemn environment, Wu Hen spoke to her in such a serious manner that she couldn't help but think of a certain possibility.

He...did he want to...

"First," Wu Hen raised a finger, his eyes as sharp as a sword drawn from its sheath.

"From now on, without my permission, you are not allowed to transfer your [Immortality] to me."

With a bang, Jialan felt his cheeks instantly heat up and become burning hot.

The messy thoughts in her mind, which were filled with a hint of girlish expectations, were shattered by Wu Hen's words.

So... so this is what you are talking about.

She thought...

The momentary embarrassment quickly faded away, replaced by an indescribable sense of loss.

The light in her eyes dimmed quickly, like a candle extinguished by the wind.

She lowered her head and said "oh" softly, the sound was almost inaudible, and her long eyelashes concealed all her emotions.

She thought he was finally going to say something different to her.

Wu Hen did not miss the change in her expression, but he couldn't care less at the moment.

Some principles are his bottom line and must be made clear before everything begins.

He took a deep breath, and his tone became tougher, even taking on a tone of command that left no room for questioning.

"The second and most important point."

"If you encounter danger in the future, and I ask you to take back [Immortality], you must do so immediately! Do you understand?"

He stared intently into Jialan's eyes and spoke word by word.

"I, Wu Hen, can die on the battlefield, but I will never accept living alone, stepping on the corpses of my comrades."

"This kind of thing happened once, and it's enough. I don't want to go through it a second time."

His words were firm and decisive, and every word seemed to be spoken with all his strength, revealing an unshakable firmness.

This is not only a request to Galan, but also a declaration of his own inner beliefs.

He can be calm, cunning, and do whatever it takes to win, but he must never lose his bottom line as a human being.

The lives of his teammates are as important as his own, or even more important.

Jia Lan raised his head and looked at Wu Hen's face full of determination. The loss in his heart was replaced by a complex emotion.

She knew that Wu Hen was speaking the truth.

This man has a kind of pride and kindness that is almost paranoid in his bones.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and asked softly with a hint of cunning and temptation: "What if... I don't agree?"

This question was clearly beyond Wu Hen's expectations. He was instantly stuck.

"I..." He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't think of any effective punishment measures.

How to do?

Beat her up?

Do not make jokes.

Scold her?

For someone like Galan, it doesn't matter.

Ordering her as captain?

The relationship between them is more of a partnership than a superior-subordinate relationship.

Wu Hen's brows were tightly furrowed, and for the first time, an expression of confusion and helplessness appeared on his face.

He found that he had no way to deal with Galan's "cheating".

This discovery made him feel a little frustrated.

Seeing his embarrassed look, the smile in Galan's eyes became even more intense.

She just looked at him quietly, waiting for his answer.

After more than ten seconds, Wu Hen seemed to have finally made up his mind.

He raised his head again, his eyes became firm again, even with a hint of determination and ruthlessness.

"If you don't agree..." He spoke each word very clearly.

"Then from now on, except for the necessary communication for the mission, I will not speak to you again."

"You ask me something, and I won't answer. You talk to me, and I won't respond. Until you say yes."

After saying this, even Wu Hen himself felt that it was a bit childish, like a child sulking.

But this was the only "punishment" he could think of that might be effective on Galan.

He was gambling with the little camaraderie that had just formed between them.

Galan was completely stunned.

She looked at Wu Hen's serious face, and saw the determination in his eyes that said, "If you don't agree, I will break up with you."

He was surprised at first, and then he burst out laughing.

"You...you really are..." She laughed so hard that tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"Wu Hen, you are so... so cute."

This man was calm and decisive in the face of life and death crisis.

He was as deep-hearted as the sea when scheming against his enemies, but in this matter, he came up with such a clumsy and childish method.

This contrast made her feel extremely real and extremely... moving.

"Okay, okay, I promise you." Jia Lan wiped the tears from his eyes and nodded solemnly.

"I've made three rules. Don't worry, I won't embarrass you again."

After hearing her promise, Wu Hen's tense nerves finally relaxed.

He turned his head away awkwardly, his ears slightly red, and whispered, "That's good."

The tension between the two of them disappeared, replaced by a sense of ease and tacit understanding.

This little incident actually brought them closer together.

Having solved the biggest problem in his mind, Wu Hen no longer hesitated and took the lead to step into the broken palace.

Galan followed closely behind.

The interior of the palace is more spacious and magnificent than imagined, with huge columns leaning to one side and leaning to the other.

A large hole appeared in the dome, and starlight fell from the sky, sprinkling on the messy rubble on the ground, casting a mottled light and shadow.

The air is filled with an ancient and desolate atmosphere, as if time has stopped here.

The two of them walked carefully through the corridor and came to the main hall of the palace.

The walls of the main hall, unlike the weathered rocks outside, are surprisingly well preserved.

And when their eyes fell on those walls, their breathing stopped at the same time.

The entire wall, from left to right, from top to bottom, was covered with murals!

The style of the mural is rough and simple, and the lines are full of power.

It depicted a shocking war between gods, using a pigment they had never seen before.

Countless gods wearing armor and holding magical weapons were fighting in the sky.

The blood of the gods dyed the sea of ​​clouds red, and broken weapons and the remains of the gods fell like raindrops.

Every picture is full of indescribable impact.

A tragic and heroic atmosphere came over them, making them feel as if they were there, witnessing the final battle of Takama-ga-hara with their own eyes.

Wu Hen's eyes became extremely solemn. He walked quickly to the mural and brushed his fingers across the cold carvings in the air.

His brain was working rapidly, trying to decipher the dusty truth from these chaotic and grand pictures.

Galan also walked to his side and was also shocked by the content of the mural.

Her eyes swept across the gods fighting bloody battles.

Finally, it stopped at the deepest part of the mural, on the most tragic and central battlefield.

Wu Hen's gaze also focused there almost at the same time.

The pupils of both of them suddenly contracted the moment they saw that picture.

A chill ran down their spines and rushed straight to the top of their heads.

Lin Qiye's deep eyes swept over Merlin. In the end, he didn't ask any more questions, but just nodded calmly.

Some things you will naturally understand once you do them.

He turned around and took Galan, who was full of doubts, into the broken palace that had been gnawed by time and war, leaving only ruins.

“Da…da…”

The footsteps of the two people echoed in the empty ruins, appearing particularly clear.

Galan looked around, and wherever he looked, he saw collapsed beams and dusty rubble. The air was filled with the smell of decay and desolation.

She frowned slightly, lowered her voice, and asked in confusion: "Lin Qiye, what does Lord Merlin want us to do here?"

"There's nothing here... except a pile of broken rocks."

In her opinion, this place was worthless. Not even a trace of energy could be felt. It was like a completely forgotten tomb.

Lin Qiye did not answer immediately. He just stood quietly in the center of the palace with his eyes closed.

At this moment, his heart was calmer than ever before.

What Galan can feel is the appearance.

And as the lord of the night, he can perceive the essence hidden beneath the dust of time.

"Om-!"

An invisible spiritual force suddenly spread out with Lin Qiye as the center!

It was not a violent impact, but a gentle, corrosive infiltration.

Strands of night, like ink with life, spread out from under his feet and quickly covered the entire floor of the palace.

The grayish white and yellow gravels, when they came into contact with the night,

It was as if all the light was sucked away, and everything turned into bottomless black!

Galan was so shocked by this sudden scene that he took a step back, his beautiful eyes filled with shock.

She couldn't understand what Lin Qiye was doing, but she could feel that something dormant was about to be awakened!

The next second, a miracle happened!

When all the gravel is dyed into a pure black background,

The originally inconspicuous and almost smoothed-out marks on the stone suddenly appeared against the pure black background!

Countless black fragments together formed a huge mural that was magnificent, majestic, and full of divinity and murderous aura!

"This... what is this?!" Galan covered his mouth, completely stunned by the miracle hidden under the ruins before him.

Lin Qiye slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a torch, staring at the mural that had been brought to light again.

The voice was deep and powerful: "This is... the mural of the War of Gods in Takamagahara."

On the mural, the three towering divine figures are the most eye-catching.

A divine figure shone with a dazzling light, like the blazing sun in the sky, holding the Yata Mirror, with a majestic aura.

Another divine figure was as cold and clear as the moon, surrounded by the quiet moonlight, with a solitary temperament;

The last divine figure was unruly and unrestrained, holding the sword of Ama-no-Kurokumo in his hand and stepping on the huge waves, full of the breath of destruction and ruin.

"These three are..." Galan's voice trembled slightly. The mythical beings appeared before his eyes in such a direct way, the impact was too strong.

"The sun, the moon, and the storm."

Lin Qiye's eyes swept over the three divine figures in turn, and explained in the most straightforward language,

"The one who controls the sun is Amaterasu, the supreme god of Takamagahara."

"The one who controls the moonlit night is her younger brother, Tsukuyomi. And the one who controls the storms and the ocean is their youngest brother, Susanoo."

His interpretation instantly gave life to this mysterious mural and answered the doubts in Galan's mind.

It turns out that this was once a temple that recorded the most core myth of Takama-ga-hara!

The two continued to read along the thread of the mural, which depicted a scene where the three main gods joined forces to fight against the evil demons from outer space.

The scene was tragic, and the blood of God dyed the sky red.

However, when the mural extends to the second half, the style suddenly changes!

Tsukuyomi Nobuko, who was supposed to fight side by side, his cold figure quietly appeared behind Amaterasu Omikami.

The next picture made Galan gasp in shock!

The long sword in Tsukuyomi Nobuko's hand, the sacred weapon that symbolizes the divine power of the moonlit night, pierced Amaterasu Omikami's chest from behind without mercy!

The mural vividly depicts the astonishment, pain and disbelief on Amaterasu's face.

Susanoo, standing by, erupted in immense rage and swung his sword at his brother.

Takama-ga-hara, civil unrest!

"How could this happen?" Galan couldn't understand. "As both of us are creator gods, why would Tsukuyomi betray her own sister?"

Lin Qiye's eyes were fixed on the face of Tsukuyomi in the mural.

Although his expression was still cold,

But Lin Qiye keenly caught a detail that the portrayer left intentionally or unintentionally - deep in those eyes that should have been as bright as the moon, there was a faint, strange scarlet.

"No, maybe...that's not him anymore."

Lin Qiye's voice became extremely solemn. He seemed to have figured out something crucial and spoke word by word.

"Jialan, look carefully at his eyes. That's not the light of the moon, that's... the mark of pollution."

He took a deep breath, and a terrible inference formed in his mind.

"Red Moon..." Lin Qiye slowly uttered two words, a terrifying glint flashed in his eyes.

"Cthulhu's whispers can not only corrupt mortals, but can even penetrate the will of gods!"

"I finally understand why those ancient gods chose Takama-ga-hara as a breakthrough point... Because this place has long been rotting from the inside!"

A pantheon with a traitor is much easier to deal with than the solid Olympus!

However, the moment Lin Qiye revealed this shocking secret, his expression suddenly changed.

His eyes instantly changed from contemplation to extreme vigilance, and he subconsciously uttered a word:

"Oops!"

Almost at the same time, Galan also felt it!

An indescribable, chilling, terrifying pressure,

It was like a giant beast from the abyss that had been silent for ten thousand years had opened its eyes and enveloped the entire shattered palace without any warning!

This aura belongs neither to gods nor demons. It is ancient, chaotic, and filled with the purest malice.

Lin Qiye suddenly looked up and looked at the thickest darkness deep in the palace, his heart pounding.

"It seems... we woke up something that shouldn't have been woken up."