Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 456: How to follow the divine plan when people are in trouble

"Seter, are we just going to sit there and wait for death?" Xiuer's voice was low, with a hint of unwillingness.

Seter crossed his arms, glanced disdainfully at the people on the city wall who were standing guard, and sneered, "What? A dignified god is afraid of a mortal?"

Xiu'er ignored Seter's ridicule, his eyes deep, as if he could see through everything: "Zhou Ping'er is very powerful, and a head-on confrontation is not the best strategy."

"Think about it, if something a person cares about is threatened, will he still divert his attention to deal with us?"

Seter was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "You mean... to threaten him with this city?"

"That's right,"

Xiu'er raised a cold smile.

"Since he cares so much about this city, let's show him what his expression will be when this city is destroyed."

Seth's eyes rolled and he rubbed his hands excitedly: "Great! But how do we implement it?"

Xiu'er turned his gaze to Amen'er who was silent at the side and said calmly: "Amen'er, it's your turn."

Amon was wearing a black robe with a hood covering his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

Hearing Xiu'er's words, his body trembled slightly. He hesitated for a moment, and a low voice came from under the hood: "Is this... really okay?"

"It's nothing good or bad," Xiu'er said in a cold tone.

"Those who achieve great things don't dwell on trivial matters. Besides, these are just the lives of ants, insignificant compared to our plan."

Amon was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "I understand."

He slowly raised his hands, muttering something, a strange aura emanated from him, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

Seth covered his nose with a look of disgust: "Oh my god, what's that smell? It stinks!"

Xiu'er didn't care at all, with excitement glittering in her eyes: "It's begun..."

Amon put his hands together, and black runes swirled around him.

Finally, it turned into a blood-red beam of light that shot up into the sky, forming a huge vortex in the sky.

"Roar--"

A deafening roar of beasts came from afar, and the earth began to tremble, as if something terrible was approaching.

The faces of the people on the city wall changed drastically, and Zhou Ping'er's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition came to her mind.

He turned around abruptly and looked towards the city—countless pairs of scarlet eyes were slowly emerging from the darkness...

A blood mist erupted from behind Zhou Ping'er, and her body became transparent...

The blood mist exploded like a blooming flower of death, and Zhou Ping'er's figure began to become illusory, as if it would disappear in the wind at any time.

This familiar scene made Wu Hen's heart skip a beat. He held Jia Lan'er in his arms.

His brows were furrowed, and his heart felt as if it was being pricked by thousands of needles, causing him a tingling pain.

"Oh my god, this is going to end!" Wu Hen cursed softly and tightened his arms around Jia Lan'er.

His brain was working so fast, it was like an old computer CPU overheating and humming.

"System, come out to me, is there any trick that can save Old Man Zhou?" Wu Hen called out in his heart.

[Ding! The host is detected to be in danger. A strange task has been generated: Give Old Man Zhou an exciting striptease. Perhaps it will rekindle his life!]

Wu Hen's mouth twitched, and his face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot: "Are you fucking kidding me? It's already this late, and you're still doing this kind of nonsense!"

Although the tasks given by the system were still unreliable, Wu Hen's mind became active and he began to count all his cards.

All kinds of weird summoned beasts, strange props, and skills that have not yet been fully understood, all flashed through my mind like a kaleidoscope.

"No, these are unreliable. I need to ask someone who really knows the business!"

Wu Hen held Jia Lan'er and ran quickly towards the Gods Mental Hospital.

"Merlin, Merlin! Come out quickly, Old Man Zhou is dying!"

Wu Hen rushed into the mental hospital and shouted at the top of his lungs, fearing that if his voice was too low, Merlin wouldn't be able to hear him.

Merlin, wearing a hospital gown, slowly walked out of the ward. He looked at Wu Hen.

His eyes were as calm as water: "Zhou Ping'er's fate has come to an end. This is the will of heaven, and human power cannot change it."

"what?!"

Wu Hen felt a buzzing in his head, as if struck by lightning, and stood there in shock.

His heart seemed to have fallen from the clouds into the abyss, despair, helplessness, and all kinds of negative emotions surged into his heart.

The hope I once had turned into nothing in an instant.

At this moment, Zhou Ping'er's voice rang in her ears, weak but with a hint of helplessness: "Don't waste your energy, I don't have much time left."

After saying this, he slowly raised his hand, as if to stop everyone from thinking of a solution, but also as if to embrace the world...

Zhou Ping'er waved his hand, stopping everyone from trying to find a solution. He had a satisfied smile on his face.

But his tone was extremely weak: "No need, children, I don't have much time... anymore."

Everyone looked up at him, their eyes filled with reluctance and unwillingness, like children who were about to lose their loved ones.

The earth shook violently, and deafening roars of beasts came from afar, sweeping in like a landslide and tsunami.

A huge black tide of beasts emerged, the number of which was so large that it made people's scalp tingle.

All kinds of strange and bizarre beasts were mixed in there, each with a different aura, emitting a heart-pounding sense of oppression.

Cao Yuanhai's pupils suddenly shrank, and he asked in shock: "What...what on earth is going on?!"

Zhou Ping'er took a deep breath, her tone filled with helplessness: "It's the gods. They attracted these strange beasts and wanted to speed up my disappearance."

Lin Qiye heard this,

Zhou Ping'er walked over to Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, patted their shoulders, and said in a heavy tone, "Children, the responsibility of protecting this city is now in your hands."

After saying this, he turned resolutely, raised his sword and pointed it at the sky, his eyes filled with determination: "Gods? I, Zhou Ping'er, declare war on you today!"

Everyone felt heartbroken, but they resolutely accepted the order and shouted in unison: "We will defend it to the death!"

"Haha, you don't overestimate your capabilities."

Above the clouds, Xiuer and Seter looked down at the broken city surrounded by the beast tide.

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Next, it's our turn to appear..."