Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 726: Heaven Disappears and Demonic Sounds Disturb

Lin Qiye and Fang Mo stood on the edge of a tall building as night fell and a cool breeze blew.

Beside him, a huge spider lay there quietly, as if waiting for something.

"What's going on?" Fang Mo's voice was so low that it was almost a whisper.

His eyes flickered back and forth between Spider and Lin Qiye, a question hanging in the air.

Lin Qiye smiled slightly, a meaningful smile, as if to say: Things are about to become very, very difficult.

Fang Mo's stomach tightened. He had seen this expression before, just before the raid on the Shadow Cult stronghold.

Right before that mess with the sentient fungi… Yeah, that look meant trouble, but it also meant excitement.

"It's time to let you know something..." Lin Qiye said, his voice gradually lowered, and his eyes turned to Fang Mo,

"About the twelve guardians... and the real reason why we put this giant spider on the roof."

Fang Mo frowned, countless possibilities flashed through his mind.

Twelve Guardians?

This noun sounds both familiar and distant, as if hidden in some dusty corner of memory.

"Twelve Guardians," Lin Qiye continued,

"They are legendary beings. They guard the order of heaven and serve as a bridge connecting mortals and heaven."

"But as time passed, the Celestial Court faded, and these guardians gradually lost their power."

"However, they have not completely disappeared, but exist in another form."

"Another way?" Fang Mo was a little confused.

"Have you ever seen this kind of spider?"

Lin Qiye pointed at the giant spider under his feet.

"They are ancient monsters, the remnants left behind after the demise of Heaven."

"These spiders not only possess powerful magical powers, but can also manipulate people's minds."

"We put them on the roof to catch those who are disturbed by the magic sound and lead them to us."

Fang Mo raised his eyebrows, and he began to understand Lin Qiye's plan.

But at the same time, he also felt a sense of unease.

These spiders are not only powerful but also dangerous. If you are not careful, you may get burned.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Fang Mo said somewhat dissatisfiedly.

"Because,"

Lin Qiye smiled and said,

"We need someone who has the courage to face the truth. And you, Fang Mo, are the right person."

The corners of Fang Mo's mouth twitched slightly. He felt an inexplicable pressure, but at the same time he also felt an unprecedented determination.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to calm the turmoil in his heart.

"Okay," he opened his eyes, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

"So, what should we do next?"

Lin Qiye nodded with a satisfied smile on his face.

He patted Fang Mo on the shoulder and said, "Very good, you are not a rookie now."

"Next, what we have to do is wait for those who are disturbed by the magic sound to appear. Are you ready?"

Fang Mo nodded, clenched his fists, and prepared to meet the upcoming challenge.

Suddenly, a shrill demonic sound echoed in the night sky, breaking the silence of the night.

Fang Mo and Lin Qiye looked at each other, and the flames of battle burned in their eyes.

"Here it comes." Lin Qiye whispered, with a hint of excitement in his tone.

The two quickly entered into combat mode. Lin Qiye leisurely opened a can of beer.

He said lightly, "Are you ready? This is going to be a good show."

Fang Mo's heart tightened, but he nodded firmly, ready to face this unknown battle.

He knew that this was just the beginning and the real challenge was still waiting for them.

In the crowded train carriage, the polluted air was heavy and filled with the smell of instant noodles and sweat.

Lu Baoyou slumped against the shaking car door, and every bump and collision seemed to hit his already bruised self-esteem.

He had been kicked out of the elite training camp—kicked out—and was now on a slow, rumbling train back home.

Returning to a life that was no longer familiar to him, a life that was as dreary and crowded as this damn train.

His head was aching, and the instructor's harsh words were faintly echoing in his mind.

He had been training hard for this camp his entire life, pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion,

But he was sent away like a stray dog.

The bitter taste of failure spread in his mouth.

He needed sleep, a good, dreamless sleep,

But the incessant cries of a child a few feet away made this a distant fantasy.

The child was like a little whirlwind, with snot and tears running down his face, and his little fists kept hitting his tired mother's arms.

Lu Baoyou felt annoyed at first, which soon turned into anger.

He just wanted some quiet, a bit of peace in this chaos. Was that too much to ask?

Suddenly, a cold whisper, like the sound of a frozen lake cracking,

It went into his left ear: "It's been a rough day, isn't it?"

Lu Baoyou turned his head suddenly, his heart pounding and hitting his ribs.

The carriage was packed with people, all with indifferent faces, some buried in their phones, some staring blankly ahead.

No one seemed to notice the sound, which seemed to be coming from "inside his head".

He blinked hard.

The world was a little blurry for a moment, and then became clear again.

That's when he saw it.

In the reflection of the dirty train window, superimposed upon his own weary figure, there was a face.

That's not a human face.

It's something...something else.

A grotesque child's face, eyes burning like embers, a smile that held only pain.

"You... who are you?" Lu Baoyou asked stutteringly, his words stuck in his dry throat.

The thing's smile widened even further, and that weird smile didn't look happy at all.

"A friend," it whispered, its voice sweet and greasy, with a hint of hoarseness.

"A friend who understands your...plight. A friend who can give you...strength."

Lu Baoyou felt a chill crawling up his spine.

Somehow, he knew immediately what it was.

The whispers he'd heard, the rumors circulating in the dark corners of training camp.

Those whispers about ancient existences, those whispers about... the Church of the Old Gods.

"Get out of my head!" he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"Oh, but we've only just begun."

The thing chuckled, with a creepy amusement in its voice.

"Imagine, Lu Baoyou, having the power to crush those who mock you, the power to reshape your own destiny. Join us, and it will all be yours."

Anger surged in Lu Baoyou's heart like a raging fire.

He spat on the ground, the sound echoing in the sudden silence.

"The Church of the Old Gods? You're nothing but a bunch of pathetic losers hiding in the shadows!"

"I'd rather rot in hell than join your pathetic little cult!"

The thing's smile froze, and its burning eyes narrowed into slits.

"How dare you insult the old gods, mortal? How dare you refuse their gift?"

The voice was no longer sweet, but full of venom, "You will regret your arrogance."

Lu Baoyou met the creature's gaze, and his fear turned into the courage to resist.

"Regret? I regret wasting my breath with you, you parasitic monster! Get out of my head now, or I—"

He was interrupted by the thing's sharp, unsettling laugh.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere, Lu Baoyou. We still have a lot to talk about... and a lot of... opportunities to explore."

"Wait until you see what the old gods have prepared for you..." Its voice gradually faded away, leaving only an eerie silence.

The train shook violently, throwing Lu Baoyou against the door.

The child began to cry again, and in the tense silence, his cries grew tenfold.

He squeezed his eyes shut, his head buzzing, the thing's words echoing in his mind like an evil spell.

He could feel something lurking in the shadows of his consciousness, watching him, waiting.

He opened his eyes and stared at his reflection in the car window.

The grotesque face was gone, but the uneasy feeling remained, like a cold lump in his stomach.

Suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder.

"Hey, boy,"

A hoarse voice said,

"Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Lu Baoyou turned his head and saw that the person who spoke was a burly man with a scar on his face and a missing tooth.

The man grinned, revealing his gapped teeth.

"Don't worry, it happens to anyone. This train... has a bit of history."

He blinked, and his rough, calloused hand squeezed Lu Baoyou's shoulder.

"Hey, do you happen to have a lighter?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes...