Slay the Gods: The spokesperson for Zhulong, starts with the God-killing Gun

Chapter 443 Dawn Breaks!!! (Page 12)

A fist slammed into the ice, and blood trickled down the cracks.

An Qingyu's monitoring device emitted a piercing alarm, indicating that the darkest power within Lin Qiye's body was going berserk.

The black box straight sword trembled violently, and fine cracks appeared on the scabbard.

"Seven Nights!" An Qingyu lunged forward and grabbed his shoulder, her eyes behind her glasses bloodshot. "The spacetime anchor is about to disappear!"

As if to confirm his words, the entire Kunlun Mountains began to tremble.

The illusory images of gods suspended in the air flickered like old-fashioned film reels.

The Wind Fire Wheels that Nezha was riding flickered on and off, and the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King's pagoda appeared pixelated.

Zhang Yun suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Candle Dragon Flame in his hand shook violently, reflecting the collapsing spacetime structure. "The Kunlun Mirror... can't hold on any longer..."

Baili Pangpang reached out in vain, trying to grasp a wisp of drifting golden light, but only managed to hold a handful of wind and snow.

His obese body trembled, tears freezing into ice crystals on his round face: "It's... over just like that?"

Shen Qingzhu's sunglasses suddenly shattered.

This usually aloof man now stared at the sky with red eyes.

His domain warped the surrounding space out of control, exposing the fragmented spacetime rifts behind it.

"No...don't..." Lin Qiye struggled to stand up, and the black box straight sword automatically unsheathed.

A dark vortex formed around him from the power of utter darkness. "Give me... just one more minute..."

Even just one more glance at Yang Jian's back, or one more roar from Sun Wukong.

But the relentless flow of time is causing those lights and shadows to fade at a visible speed.

Li Xiaoyu suddenly rushed towards the nearest phantom of the divine stele.

The new recruit girl frantically carved words onto the monument with a dagger, sparks flying as the blade rubbed against the stone. "At least...leave something behind..."

Wang Meng's red hair danced wildly in the wind. He removed the Night's Watch badge from his chest and pressed it forcefully against another sacred monument.

The moment the metal came into contact with the stone tablet, it strangely fused together.

As if inspired, all the new recruits sprang into action.

Some tore off the armbands of their combat uniforms, some took out letters from home that they carried with them, and some even cut their palms and smeared their blood on the monument—these insignificant marks were the only traces of their resistance that they could leave behind.

Lin Qiye suddenly froze.

He saw in the final glimmer of light and shadow that Yang Jian turned back and mouthed something to him.

The silver-armored war god stood at the end of time, speaking in a gentle tone unchanged for a thousand years:

"Live."

Then, the whole world fell silent.

The power of time in the Kunlun Mirror was completely interrupted.

Amidst the swirling snow, the nine divine steles still stood, but no longer shone with divine light.

Those figures who fought valiantly and those earth-shattering shouts have all vanished into nothingness.

Then everything vanished.

Lin Qiye's black box straight sword clattered to the ground on the snow.

He looked around blankly, as if searching for a silver-armored figure who should be standing beside him.

But the snowfield was empty, with only the howling wind mocking their powerlessness.

"This is...the ending?" Cao Yuan's voice was so hoarse it was almost inhuman.

At this time.

The snow on the Kunlun Mountains shimmered with a pale golden light in the morning glow.

The hem of the Queen Mother of the West's skirt brushed against Lin Qiye's blood-stained fingertips. He suddenly looked up and saw the ancient goddess gazing eastward.

Her profile, bathed in the morning light, resembled a jade carving, with a mysterious halo swirling around the golden phoenix pattern between her brows.

“There’s no need to be sad.” Her voice was like a clear spring melting from a snow-capped mountain. “Look.”

As the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, the snow-covered mountains of the entire Kunlun range suddenly began to glow.

Those scattered fragments of time danced in the dawn light, each reflecting a different scene—Yang Jian practicing his spear at the mouth of the Guan River, Sun Wukong stealing wine in the Peach Garden, Nezha frolicking at Chen Tang Pass...

"Its daybreak."

These four words were like a heavy hammer, smashing Lin Qiye's chaotic thoughts into clarity.

He then realized with a start that the date on his wristwatch had jumped to the tenth day.

Those congealed bloodstains, those still-wet tear tracks, those sleepless nights of vigil—all were for this moment.

"War has come." The sleeves of the Queen Mother of the West fluttered in the wind, and the nine divine steles suddenly trembled in unison.

Every name on the inscription glows with golden light, as if the sleeping spirits of heroes are awakening.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Asgard.

The wreckage of the Rainbow Bridge floated in the void, its broken surface covered with defensive runes.

Hundreds of Asgardian warriors, spears in hand, gleamed in golden armor under the glow of the eternal fire.

"Will he come today?" A young god nervously stroked the shaft of his spear.

His companion sneered, "The Great Heavenly Venerable? I don't believe he dares to venture into the Divine Realm alone!"

"So what if he comes?" The third warrior kicked at a magical trap at his feet. "The Rainbow Bridge is broken, the Nine Realms are sealed off, he—"

The words stopped abruptly.

Inside the Golden Palace, Odin's one eye suddenly opened.

The Gungnir lance emitted a dangerous hum, its tip pointing in a certain direction outside the palace.

Loki, who was standing beneath the throne, suddenly stood up, his emerald pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

"Father..." Thor's hammer, Mjolnir, was already gathering lightning, "A challenge..."

The wooden sword offered on the altar suddenly burst into blue flames. The plain white challenge letter inscribed with "Taiqing Daode Tianzun" moved without wind and turned to ashes under the watchful eyes of the gods.

"He's here." Queen Frigga's fingers dug into the armrest of the throne. "He really has come."

The void at the end of the broken bridge suddenly distorted.

A worn-out straw sandal shattered the spatial barrier, creating a perfect circular hole in the dimensional barrier.

Upon closer inspection, every fiber of the straw sandals was imbued with Daoist runes, and each step caused the Nine Realms to tremble.

"Odin."

Before the sound arrived, the Daoist spirit appeared first.

The eternal flame of Asgard suddenly turned black and white, and all the figures on the murals in Valhalla turned in the same direction.

Even the branches of the World Tree Yggdrasil tilted slightly toward the rift in the void.

"I'm here."

Following the straw sandals was the faded hem of a Taoist robe, and then a hemp rope belt with a wine gourd tied around it.

When the full form of the Supreme Celestial Venerable of the Great Purity was revealed, the laws of Asgard wailed.

With a light sweep of his whisk, countless rays of light descended from the void, forming a rainbow bridge spanning the nine realms behind him.

Loki's illusionary clones suddenly exploded simultaneously.

Thor's hammer, Mjolnir, trembled uncontrollably, and lightning danced across its surface, forming the octagonal pattern of the Eight Trigrams.

Even Odin's single eye shed a tear of blood, the price of facing the supreme Dao.

"Closing the door to guests..." The Celestial Venerable chuckled, and the yin-yang pattern beneath his feet instantly covered the entire divine realm. "Then don't blame this humble Taoist..."

"Break down the door and enter."

The moment the last three words were uttered, the three divine barriers of Asgard cracked simultaneously.

The defensive array on the Golden Palace dome shattered like fragile glass, and Gungnir, the Spear of Eternity, groaned under the strain.

Odin finally got up.

With each step this Lord of the Nine Realms took, the divine realm trembled.

When he stood before the palace and looked at the Heavenly Venerable, the space between them began to collapse into a black hole.

"Moral Celestial Venerable," the God-King's voice held suppressed rage, "do you truly intend to..."

"Hush—" Celestial suddenly raised a finger. This simple gesture made all the Asgardian gods feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy. "Listen."

On the distant summit of Kunlun Mountain in the present world, Lin Qiye was slowly sheathing the Black Box Straight Sword.

The sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard echoed clearly throughout the Golden Palace, traversing countless dimensions.

"Did you hear that?" The Celestial Venerable stroked his long beard with a smile. "This is..."

"Death knell".

Before he finished speaking, he had already swung the whisk in his hand.

What seemed like a casual strike caused the entire river of time in Asgard to flow backwards by three seconds—precisely the moment Odin's pupils contracted.

Tyr, the God of War, unleashed a blade of light that tore through the void with his single arm.

This most valiant god of Asgard still bears the claw marks from his battle with Fenrir the wolf on his golden armor.

His battle cry shattered the last few intact runestones on the Rainbow Bridge ruins, and fine cracks appeared even in the dimensional barriers where the blade passed.

"kill--!!!"

The roar echoed throughout the Nine Realms.

The Valkyries of Valhalla simultaneously raised their lances, echoing the charge of the god of war.

Tyr's blade ignited with divine fire that could incinerate all things; it was the "Ragnarok Flame," forged from the souls of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine powerful beings.

Lao Jun didn't even lift his eyelids.

He gently flicked the whisk in his hand.

One after another, crystal-clear chains of Daoist energy descended from the void, each chain entwined with different Daoist powers—some were condensed into eternal ice, some pulsed with chaotic lightning, and others flowed with strange radiance that distorted spacetime.

As Tyr's blade struck the first chain, the artifact known as the "Boundary Breaker," capable of severing fate, suddenly groaned under the strain.

The runes on the blade went out one by one, like candle flames being extinguished.

"What...?" Tyr's bloodshot eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He saw his blade rusting at a visible speed, and the bloodstains that had accompanied him in battle for thousands of years were flowing back into the enemy's wounds!

Lao Jun finally raised his eyes.

The gaze was eerily calm, like a scholar observing a paramecium under a microscope.

"remarkably brave."

The whisk is swept away again.

Tyr suddenly found that his golden armor had turned into a binding cage.

Each armor leaf was growing in the opposite direction, its sharp edges piercing his divine body.

Even more terrifying, his prized one arm—his right hand, which he had sacrificed to restrain Fenrir—was regrowing from its wound.

The newborn's palms were fair and delicate, yet a clear Tai Chi symbol appeared in the center.

"No...this can't be!" Tyr stared in horror as his new arm uncontrollably gripped his throat.

He could sense that something higher than divine power was rewriting his essence, like revising a completed poem.

Odin's eternal spear has finally been unleashed.

Gungnir's dimensional-tearing strike ripped Tyr from the Dao Chains at the last second.

But it was too late—the God of War's golden armor had completely disappeared into his body, his newly grown right hand was tightly gripping his neck, and his face was frozen in unbelievable fear.

"Father...save me..." Tyr's divinity was crumbling, his voice filled with unprecedented terror, "He is...rewriting my...existence..."

Thor's hammer crashed down.

This strike gathered the power of all the lightning pools in the Nine Realms, and the dazzling lightning even briefly illuminated Niflheim at the bottom of the World Tree.

But the Celestial Venerable merely turned slightly to the side, and the lightning bolt mysteriously changed direction, striking the dome of the Golden Palace.

"Watch out!" Loki's phantom clones suddenly exploded, and emerald-colored divine power wove a warning net in the air. "His Daoist aura can distort cause and effect!"