Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 1191 The Ray of Light in a Desperate Situation

"A madman! A complete and utter madman! Detonating a nuclear bomb in a space of only ten square meters!"

"Are you tired of living, or do you just think the anti-radiation suit looks too good?"

The strong wind distorted Wu Hen's face, but he still roared at the top of his lungs in Lin Qiye's ear.

The mushroom cloud behind us was still rolling, and the huge shock wave propelled the somersault cloud like a surfboard, hurtling wildly on the crest of the blast wave.

Lin Qiye didn't turn around, staring intently at the broken rainbow bridge in front of him, his hand tightly gripping the Holy Grail that had returned to its original state.

"As long as he's not dead." Lin Qiye's voice was fragmented by the wind.

"At that distance, besides mutual destruction, do you have any other way to hold Hela off?"

Wu Hen opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only curse, "Damn it."

As a time traveler, he had a million tactics in his mind.

But in the face of absolute power, only this kind of reckless fighting style offers a glimmer of hope.

“There are people ahead!” Wu Hen squinted and pointed to the entrance of the Rainbow Bridge.

It was a figure dressed in a stealth suit, clutching a gleaming longsword tightly in his hand, anxiously stamping his feet by the broken bridge.

It's the 22th.

"then!"

Before the cloud had even settled, Number 22 swung the key-like longsword he was holding at him.

"This is the Holy Rainbow Sword that activated the Rainbow Bridge! Why did it take you so long? The gods behind us are about to surround us!"

Lin Qiye caught the longsword, and the icy touch eased his tense nerves slightly.

"Stop talking nonsense, get to the cloud!"

Lin Qiye pulled No. 22 onto the Somersault Cloud. Without any pause, the golden auspicious cloud accelerated again, heading straight for the end of the Rainbow Bridge.

Once this sword is inserted, teleportation will be activated, allowing you to leave this awful place.

Nearly.

Five hundred meters to go.

Three hundred meters.

Wu Hen could even see the patterns on the groove at the bridgehead.

"It's settled!" Wu Hen clenched his fist, his heart finally settling down.

"Shoot-"

It's like someone took a pair of scissors and made a sharp cut on the canvas.

Without warning, the space in front of the Rainbow Bridge cracked open, and a pale hand reached out from the void, pressing down lightly.

The somersault cloud, which was rushing forward at high speed, seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall.

With a "bang," it stopped in mid-air, the enormous inertia almost throwing the three of them off.

The woman in the long black dress suddenly appeared at the bridgehead, blocking the only way out.

Hella.

Those one or two miniature nuclear bombs obviously didn't do anything to her.

Apart from a slightly charred hem, she wasn't covered in any dust.

But her stunningly beautiful face was now so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

"run?"

Hela didn't even lift her eyelids; behind her, endless death energy surged up like a tsunami.

Instantly sealing off all escape routes, "You think you can fool me? You think you can run away?"

Wu Hen swallowed hard and subconsciously glanced back.

In the distance, several terrifying streaks of divine power were rapidly approaching, each one exuding an aura so strong it was suffocating.

Hela was in front, and pursuers were behind.

This is a dead end.

"Don't panic." Lin Qiye held down Number 22, who was trying to fight back, and quickly pressed the communicator to his ear with one hand.

"This is Lin Qiye, the Night Watchman of the Great Xia Dynasty. Please respond!"

"We are on the Rainbow Bridge in Asgard, requesting assistance! Repeat, requesting assistance!"

There was only a deathly silence of static on the communicator.

Lin Qiye's heart sank. He changed the subject again, "Headquarters? Commander Zuo? Is anyone there?!"

It was still just a busy signal.

"Don't waste your efforts."

Hela stood at the bridgehead, her gaze as if she were looking at a fly bobbing around in a bottle.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Trying to get those mortals to save you? Forget it."

Lin Qiye froze, then abruptly looked up at Hela.

Why do you think no one came to pick you up?

Hela slowly and methodically adjusted her cuffs.

"That place called Daxia is currently too busy taking care of itself."

"The Olympian gods, along with city-destroying mountain corpses, are besieging your borders."

"At a time like this, who has time to care about the life or death of you few ants?"

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over the three of them.

Wu Hen's face turned deathly pale instantly.

As a time traveler, he knew all too well what this meant.

With their base raided, all support routes have been cut off, leaving them as abandoned foes on a deserted island.

"It's over..." Number 22's gun clattered to the ground in the clouds, his eyes filled with despair.

"It's really over..."

The veins on the back of Lin Qiye's hand, which was gripping the communicator, bulged, and his knuckles turned white from the force he exerted.

Looking at Hela's mocking face and listening to the desperate dial tone on the communicator, a sense of powerlessness he had never felt before welled up in his heart.

All their cards have been played.

They've run out of hair, used up their nuclear weapons, and cut off all support.

Is this the limit for mortals?

"Lin Qiye..." Wu Hen's voice trembled slightly. He twirled the dagger in his hand twice, then gripped it tightly again.

"How about we fight? Even if we die, we'll at least poke a hole in you, woman."

This is a doomed situation.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, and the despair in his eyes did not linger for long, replaced by an almost insane calmness.

"Who said we're finished?"

Lin Qiye released the communicator and pulled the golden Holy Grail from his pocket.

"What are you going to do?" Wu Hen was taken aback.

"Want to drink now?"

"Make a wish."

Lin Qiye's voice was soft, yet every word was as firm as iron.

He ignored Wu Hen's astonished gaze, and also ignored Hela's mocking look.

Instead, he closed his eyes and pressed the mark that contained the fragment of Gilgamesh's soul firmly onto the Holy Grail.

That was the last trump card he had acquired through treatment in the hospital.

Human beings have a ceiling.

Mortals cannot become gods; this is an ironclad rule.

But what if a "miracle" happens?

"In the name of Gilgamesh." Lin Qiye suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils seemingly burning with golden flames.

"Holy Grail, I wish!"

Hela's playful expression froze the moment she saw the Holy Grail light up.

That aura...something's not right!

"Stop him!!" Hela screamed, and the death energy behind her transformed into countless sharp blades, slashing towards Lin Qiye with overwhelming force.

late.

"I will break free of the shackles of this mortal body—"

Lin Qiye's voice resounded across the entire sky a split second before the death energy erupted, "Break!!!"

"boom--!!!"

An indescribable golden beam of light exploded from Lin Qiye's body, instantly dispersing the deathly aura that filled the sky.

The sky and the earth change color.

The already oppressive gray sky was forcibly torn open,

A terrifying surge of energy swept out like a storm, causing the entire Rainbow Bridge to tremble violently.

Wu Hen and No. 22 were knocked to the ground by the blast wave.

When Wu Hen awkwardly raised his head, he was completely dumbfounded.

The boy standing in the center of the pillar of light had his red cloak fluttering in the wind, and he held a longsword in each hand.

His left hand held a straight, jet-black sword, while his right hand wielded the Holy Rainbow Sword, which shone with dazzling light.

Two completely different forces intertwined and collided within him, eventually merging into a chilling pressure.

That was not the aura of an ordinary person.

That was the realm of the gods that was glimpsed after the ceiling was smashed open.

Hela was forced back half a step by the shockwave, her eyes fixed on Lin Qiye in the light.

For the first time, shock, and even... a hint of fear, appeared in those once proud eyes.

“Mortals…” Hela’s voice trembled slightly, a tremor born from the shock of having her understanding turned upside down.

"How dare you break the taboo?!"

Lin Qiye slowly raised his head, his eyes gleaming with golden light, and the twin swords in his hands hummed as if thirsting for blood.

He looked at Hela, a blood-stained smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Taboo?"

Lin Qiye took a step forward, and the void beneath his feet shattered inch by inch.

"Today, I'll show you just how tough the taboos of mortals really are."