Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 410: A sudden change and a storm

The brilliant light was like a gluttonous beast, swallowing up Shen Qingzhu, Jiu Xidi, and the strange altar in one gulp.

Disappeared without a trace.

"Oh my god? What the hell is this? Mass teleportation plus takeaway?"

Wu Hen widened his eyes and looked at the empty ground in front of him, his jaw almost dropping.

He scratched the back of his head and whistled in a cool way.

"This Whisperer is playing it pretty fancy, even with a one-button clear function? What the hell is he up to?"

Lin Qiye frowned. He could sense a hint of foreboding in the air, like the calm before the storm, making people inexplicably uneasy.

"This is not good!"

He whispered, with a rare solemnity in his tone.

At this moment, a cold laugh broke the stagnant atmosphere.

"Hehehe... It seems that everything is under my control."

San Xidi slowly walked out of the darkness, with a strange smile on his lips and a chilling cold light flashing in his eyes.

An Yuqing's pupils suddenly shrank. She could clearly feel the movement of the metal elements in the surrounding air, as well as the increasingly strong sense of gravity.

"He can manipulate metal and gravity!" she exclaimed, her tone filled with disbelief.

Wu Hen curled his lips in disdain, "Wow, you're pulling off that Iron Man trick? Tsk tsk tsk, what a lack of creativity!"

While saying this, he secretly activated the system.

"Ding! Detected that the host is facing a new opportunity to show off! Mission released: Give the third person a big 'surprise' and reward a random rare summon card!"

Wu Hen smiled wickedly, "This system really understands me!"

He rubbed his hands, eager to try, ready to give the third place a "special" surprise.

Inside the manor, the atmosphere instantly became tense, like a bow with a fully drawn string.

The third seat, despite being severely injured, was still forcibly mobilizing the power of the forbidden ruins, and the ground around him began to tremble slightly.

There was a suffocating sense of oppression in the air.

"What does he want to do?" Lin Qiye stared at the third seat, his heart full of questions.

"Why is he trying so hard to delay time? What is the Whisperer's purpose?"

An Yuqing bit her lower lip tightly and looked worriedly in the direction where the person disappeared. Her heart was filled with uneasiness.

All this seems to point to a bigger conspiracy.

"It seems like we've been made a fool of ourselves!"

Wu Hen's tone was relaxed, but his eyes were sharp as a knife. He looked at the third seat and said, "But my monkey is not so easy to play with!"

At this moment, Wu Hen suddenly felt a strong pulling force.

The space around him began to distort, as if it was forcibly torn apart by some force.

He couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh my god, what is this? You want to teleport?"

Lin Qiye and An Yuqing were about to speak when they found that Wu Hen's figure had disappeared in the distorted space.

They looked at each other, their hearts filled with doubts and worries.

There was also an indescribable feeling spreading in their hearts... Shen Qingzhu felt dizzy.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a gray space with a disgusting stench in the air.

Everything around was distorted, like an abstract painting that had been scribbled on at random.

"Welcome to my nightmare space."

A cold voice echoed in the space, as elusive as a ghost.

Shen Qingzhu looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure in a black robe slowly emerging. It was the whisperer.

He had a strange smile on his face and a creepy cold light flashed in his eyes.

"What is this place?"

Shen Qingzhu asked vigilantly. She could feel that this space was filled with a dangerous aura.

"A world that can influence reality."

The whisperer said lightly,

"Here, I can do whatever I want."

He pointed to an altar not far away that was emitting a strange light.

"I want to revive it and guide the God of the Underworld to descend!"

"God of the Underworld?" Shen Qingzhu was shocked. She had heard of this name before.

He is the legendary god in charge of death, possessing the power to destroy the world.

"Are you crazy?" Jiu Xidi's voice came from the side.

He looked pale, obviously frightened by this sudden change.

"Do you know what you are doing? The God of Hell is coming, and the world will fall into endless darkness!"

"Hehehe..." The whisperer laughed sinisterly, "So what? What I want is to control everything!"

"But is that enough time?"

Shen Qingzhu suddenly thought of a key issue. "It will take a long time for the Hades to revive. Now we..."

The whisperer did not answer, but only gave Jiuxi a meaningful look.

Then he slowly said, "He Lin'er, come here."

The ninth seat, that is, He Liner, was stunned for a moment.

The whisperer walked to the altar, pointed at the center and said, "You will be the sacrifice."

"what?"

He Lin'er's face changed drastically, he looked at the whisperer in disbelief,

"You...you want me to sacrifice?"

"Yes."

The whisperer's tone was cold and without any emotion.

"Only your soul can awaken the sleeping god of the underworld."

He began to tell He Lin'er's past, trying to arouse the pain and despair in his heart and make him sacrifice himself for the altar.

The atmosphere in the space became solemn and depressing, as if a huge mountain was pressing on everyone's heart.

He Liner was silent for a long time, his face flashing with struggle, pain, and despair...

Suddenly, he raised his head sharply, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He grabbed the whisperer's throat and said in a sinister tone, "You're wrong. I... am an undercover agent!"

"what?!"

The Whisperer's eyes widened. He had never imagined that everything he had carefully planned would be...

"Do you think the soul contract is really useful?"

He Liner sneered, "That adult's consciousness..."