Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 644: The End of the Theocracy (+1 for Eghver. An Yi)

Uncle Kyosuke's eyes were complicated as he touched Bingzai's body.

The touch was cold and stiff, like a stone without life.

Jialan'er watched from the side and felt a little uncomfortable.

"What...what does he mean?" Jialaner broke the silence and asked puzzledly.

Uncle Kyosuke stood up, dusted off his hands, and said in a low voice: "He wants to tell us that things are not that simple."

"What do you mean? Even if he dies, there is still a backup plan?" Jia Lan'er frowned, feeling that things were not that simple.

"I don't know, but it's always better to be careful." Uncle Kyosuke said, turning to Jialan.

"Thank you so much this time. If it weren't for you, we might have been stuck here."

Jia Lan'er waved her hand and said calmly, "You're welcome. I'm doing this for myself."

"After all, no one wants to die here for no apparent reason, right?"

Uncle Kyosuke smiled and thought that this girl was quite frank.

He walked to the body of Bingzai, squatted down, and took out a strange-looking device from his arms - [Mystery Pupil].

This thing is not a good thing. If used well, it can control people's hearts. If used poorly, it will backfire on itself.

"Uncle, what are you going to do?" Jia Laner asked curiously.

"I'm going to try using [Mystical Pupil] to see if I can dig something out of his brain."

Uncle Kyosuke said without turning his head, with a hint of determination in his tone.

At this moment, An Yuqing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "Jingjieer, are you crazy?"

"You know the risks of [Mystery Pupil] very well. If you fail, you'll become an idiot!"

Uncle Kyosuke paused, but he didn't turn around.

He simply said, "I know the risks, but I have to give it a try. Time is running out, and we have no other choice."

"But..." An Yuqing wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Uncle Kyosuke.

"There's no buts! Believe me, I can do it." Uncle Kyosuke's tone was firm and unquestionable.

Looking at Uncle Kyosuke's determined eyes, Jialan felt a little moved.

She knew that once this uncle made a decision, it would be difficult to change it.

"Okay," said Galan'er.

Uncle Kyosuke didn't say anything else. He took a deep breath and aimed his [Mystical Eye] at Bingzai's head...

As time passed, the atmosphere on the scene became extremely tense.

Jialan'er and An Yuqing both held their breath, staring at Uncle Kyosuke's actions without blinking.

Suddenly, Uncle Kyosuke's body trembled slightly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His face also turned pale, as if he was suffering from great pain.

"Kyosuke, are you okay?" An Yuqing asked worriedly.

Uncle Kyosuke didn't answer. He gritted his teeth and continued to activate [Mystical Eyes].

After a few minutes, Uncle Kyosuke suddenly stopped moving and slowly raised his head.

"How is it? Did you succeed?" Jialaner asked anxiously.

Uncle Kyosuke shook his head, his voice hoarse: "It failed. His consciousness has been completely destroyed. Nothing can be dug out."

"What? What should we do now?" Jialaner asked in despair.

Uncle Kyosuke was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "However, although I couldn't dig anything out of his mind, I did find some interesting things."

"What is it?" Jia Lan'er and An Yuqing asked in unison.

Uncle Kyosuke curled up his lips into a mysterious smile and said slowly, "Before he died, he seemed to be muttering about a place..."

"Where?"

"Tokyo Tower..."

At this moment, An Yuqing seemed to suddenly remember something, and his face suddenly changed: "Oh no, it's that divine messenger! He wants..."

Before she could finish her words, Uncle Kyosuke suddenly raised his hand to stop her.

"Shh... stop talking, let's go see Tokyo Tower now." Uncle Kyosuke said.

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Jia Lan'er, with a hint of request in his eyes: "Jia Lan'er, I'm afraid I still need your help this time."

Jia Lan'er shrugged and said nonchalantly, "No problem. I'm free anyway, so I might as well go for a ride with you guys."

So, the three of them did not stop and immediately set off for Tokyo Tower.

They didn't know that a bigger crisis was waiting for them there...

When the three arrived at Tokyo Tower, the scene before them made them gasp.

The Tokyo Tower, which should have been brightly lit, was now shrouded in a thick black fog.

It was as if a huge monster opened its bloody mouth, waiting for its prey to arrive.

"What...is this?" Jialan'er's voice trembled a little. She had never seen such a strange sight.

Uncle Kyosuke's expression also grew serious. He said in a deep voice, "It's the power of the Divine Messenger... It seems he has already begun to act."

"Then what should we do now?" An Yuqing asked anxiously.

Uncle Kyosuke took a deep breath, his eyes filled with determination: "We must stop him! Otherwise, all of Tokyo will be destroyed!"

After saying that, he rushed into the black fog first...

"Wait for me!" Jialaner shouted and followed closely behind.

An Yuqing did not hesitate and followed the two closely.

The three of them rushed into the unknown darkness without hesitation...

At the same time, at the top of Tokyo Tower, a figure was standing there quietly, overlooking the entire Tokyo.

A crazy smile appeared on his lips.

"Hahahaha... Destroy it! Destroy everything! This world should have been purified long ago!"

He opened his arms, embracing the thick black fog, like a god controlling the fate of the world...

However, just as he was immersed in his own fantasy, a voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Your fantasy ends here!"

He turned around suddenly, only to see a familiar yet unfamiliar face...

That’s Wu Hen!

Wu Hen stood there with a cynical smile on his face, but his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"You...how come you are here?" The voice of the oracle was trembling a little. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Wu Hen shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Is it strange? I'm the protagonist. If the protagonist doesn't appear at a time like this, what kind of story is it?"

After saying this, he slowly drew out the sword in his hand...

"Then, let the game begin!" Wu Hen's mouth curled up into an evil smile.

The divine messenger Yu looked at the sword in Wu Hen's hand and suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a fatal mistake...

And this mistake may very well cost him his life...

"Your fantasy ends here!" Wu Hen's voice exploded at the top of Tokyo Tower, which was shrouded in black fog, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.

The messenger of God suddenly turned around and saw Wu Hen's annoying smile, which made him feel as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly.

"You...why are you here? Shouldn't you be..." He pointed at Wu Hen, his fingers trembling and his words incoherent.

"Should I be lying on the hospital bed groaning? Please, I'm the protagonist! How can I be absent at such a critical moment? Besides, your script is too old-fashioned. The villain dies because he talks too much, do you understand?" Wu Hen shook the five Huojin swords in his hand. The blades reflected a strange light, like the scythe in the hands of the god of death.

"You...you actually..." The God's Messenger Oracle opened his eyes wide, almost popping out of his head.

He never imagined that Wu Hen would have such a heaven-defying weapon.

"Surprised? Pleased? Unexpected? That's right! This is the expression a villain needs to have!" Wu Hen had a wicked smile on his face, like a fox that stole a chicken.

"You think you can defeat me like this? How naive!" Although the Oracle was shocked, he quickly regained his composure.

He clasped his hands together and muttered something. Black mist rolled, as if something terrible was about to break out of the ground.

"Stop talking nonsense and come at me!" Wu Hen didn't have the patience to listen to his nonsense, so he just picked up his knife and went forward.

The five Huojin swords in his hands were like living things, flying up and down, bringing up gusts of sword wind and tearing apart the surrounding black fog.

"You don't know your own limitations!" The divine messenger snorted coldly, and the black mist transformed into a huge black claw, grabbing towards Wu Hen.

"A mere trifle!" Wu Hen curled his lips in disdain, and swung out five Huojin swords at the same time. Five dazzling rays of light streaked across the night sky, instantly chopping the black claws into pieces.

"What?!" God's Messenger Yu looked at this scene in disbelief. He didn't expect Wu Hen to be so powerful.

"Now it's my turn!" Wu Hen flashed and instantly appeared in front of the divine messenger Yu, and five Huojin knives pierced into his body at the same time.

"Ah..." The messenger of God let out a scream, his body began to collapse, and turned into black light and dissipated in the air.

"It's finally over..." Wu Hen breathed a sigh of relief, retracted the Huojin Sword, and looked at the gradually dissipating black fog, feeling an indescribable sense of relief in his heart.

At this moment, the voice of the prison disaster suddenly sounded: "You killed him... Do you know what this means?"

Wu Hen turned his head and looked at the dying Yu Zai, frowning: "What do you mean? Is there something else going on?"

Prison Disaster raised his head with difficulty, his eyes filled with fear: "The death of the Oracle... will trigger the Thunder Beast... to activate scavenger mode... and destroy Tokyo..."

Wu Hen suddenly looked at the thunder beast in the distance, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Scavenger mode? Destroy Tokyo? What the hell is this setting?"

An Yuqing suddenly said, "Kyosuke, look..." She pointed to the sky with a serious expression.

Uncle Kyosuke looked in the direction of her finger and his expression changed.

"What is that..." Jialaner also noticed the strangeness in the sky, and there was a hint of uneasiness in her tone.