Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 777: Merlin takes action to resolve the crisis, and the American public fights fiercely to s

The smell of disinfectant mixed with the smell of blood and rust penetrated into the nostrils.

Wu Hen leaned against the remaining wall and watched An Qingyu cut open Merlin's sleeve with a saber - the claw mark from shoulder to elbow was still bleeding, and the skin and flesh were curled up like a rotten peach gnawed by a wild beast.

"Why the hell did you tell me there was a demon vine in the ventilation duct?" An Qingyu grabbed the first aid kit and pressed the gauze on the wound. Merlin gasped in pain, and she was the first to get anxious.

"It hurts? Of course it hurts. The last time I was bitten by a snake demon, my ribs were broken, but they weren't as precious as yours."

Li Yifei squatted beside him, clutching half a piece of surveillance footage in his hand. He looked dusty and dusty, as if he had just rolled out of a coal pile. "Is the black knife really gone?"

"I just walked around the lab three times and couldn't find even a blade..."

"Gone?" Lin Qiye wiped the black blood off the dagger, the golden scales on the back of his hand shimmering.

“I’d be surprised if it disappeared.”

He looked up at Wu Hen, who was staring at his chest - the wound there had already scabbed over, and the fragments of the jade token were embedded in the flesh and blood, like a handful of broken stars.

"The sirens stopped." Wu Hen said suddenly.

Everyone was silent for a moment.

The sirens that were approaching just now had become silent at some point, and the corridor outside the laboratory was filled with the whimpering of the wind.

An Qingyu paused, the gauze soaked in blood. She rolled the blood-stained gauze into a ball and threw it at Li Yifei: "Go and take a look."

"Me?" Li Yifei shrank his neck.

“I, I’m scared…”

"I'm not afraid of shit." Lin Qiye kicked him in the butt.

"You're a nominal intelligence officer for the Demon Suppression Division, not some wimp hiding behind a desk checking surveillance cameras."

Li Yifei staggered to his feet and froze as he reached the laboratory door.

He turned around, his Adam's apple moving: "The door... the door is locked."

Wu Hen tapped the ground with his fingers.

In the cracks of the cement floor, a few strands of black hair were wriggling like living things, crawling along the wall towards everyone's feet.

He grabbed the tactical dagger and flicked the blade, the tip of the knife picking up a strand of black hair - the thing immediately curled up into a ball and let out a scream like a baby crying.

"They are the remnants of Black Knife." Merlin suddenly spoke.

His half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and two balls of blue light appeared in his pupils. "They are looking for a host."

An Qingyu picked up the fire axe next to him: "Looking for the host? Looking for your mother——"

Before he finished speaking, Li Yifei suddenly screamed.

A bulge appeared on the skin at the back of his neck, and black hair emerged from the pores, instantly wrapping around his neck.

He stumbled and knocked over the laboratory table, the glassware shattered all over the floor, and black hair ran through his nostrils into his brain.

"Hold him down!" Wu Hen rushed over.

Li Yifei's strength was abnormally great, and the four people couldn't hold him down. His nails left five bloody marks on Wu Hen's arm.

Merlin suddenly bit his finger and drew a blood symbol on Li Yifei's forehead. The black hair trembled violently and retreated from Li Yifei's seven orifices like a scalded snake.

"Mediumship?" Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes.

He had seen Bu Li use similar methods before, but Merlin's runes glowed with a cold light, more sinister than those of the psychic team.

Merlin's nosebleed dripped onto the blood talisman. He panted like a broken bellows: "This thing... is not an ordinary monster."

"It has been touched by the aura of the Red Moon Fragment..."

"Red Moon Fragment." Wu Hen repeated, looking at Lin Qiye.

"So we must go to Chen Yangrong's lab tonight."

"Ding--"

The sound of metal colliding came from above.

Everyone looked up and saw a shiny black object hanging from the ventilation duct on the ceiling - it was the tip of a black knife.

The black knife that had been shattered just now was reassembled at some point. The blade was suspended in mid-air, and the black hairs in the blade pattern were shaking, as if breathing.

"Fuck." An Qingyu swung the fire axe and smashed it over.

The axe hit the blade, sparks flew, but the black knife did not move at all.

It suddenly turned, the tip of the knife pointing directly at Merlin - the one who had just hurt it with the psychic magic.

"Be careful!" Lin Qiye rushed over.

Golden scales condensed into armor on his body, and the short knife met the black knife.

The moment the two swords collided, Lin Qiye groaned and was shocked back three steps. His knuckles were cracked and the short sword almost slipped out of his hand.

"There's something wrong with this knife." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

“It’s ten times heavier than before.”

Wu Hen reached for his waist—there were only fragments of the jade token left there.

He pulled off the corner of his clothes to wrap around the wound, and suddenly smiled: "Looks like I need to change my fighting style." He raised an eyebrow at An Qingyu,

"Sister Yu, can you lend me your axe?"

"Hold it steady." An Qingyu threw the fire axe over.

Wu Hen caught it and spun the axe blade in his palm.

He stared at the blade pattern of the black knife, where the black hair was trembling with the blade. "Lin Qiye, lead it downwards!"

Lin Qiye immediately swung his knife.

The black knife was hooked by the short knife and pressed down three inches.

Wu Hen seized the opportunity and chopped the ground with the fire axe - the black hair there was crawling along the cracks towards the blade of the black knife.

The axe blade chopped into the concrete floor, sparks flew, and the black hair was cut off, making a sharp scream.

The black knife trembled violently, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the blade.

Merlin suddenly stood up, and the blood symbol lit up on his palm: "Now!"

Lin Qiye's dagger stabbed into the crack, and Wu Hen's fire axe followed suit and chopped down.

The black knife shattered into powder, and the black hair curled up in the air and was burned to ashes by Merlin's blood talisman.

The laboratory became quiet again.

Li Yifei collapsed on the ground, holding his head and gasping for breath.

An Qingyu kicked him and said, "If you scream fear again next time, I'll tie you to the devil vine and feed you to the snakes."

"Hey..." Li Yifei protested softly.

“I just…”

"Shut up." Wu Hen wiped the black ash off the fire axe and looked up at Lin Qiye, who was wrapping his wound with golden scales.

“What time is it tonight?”

"Ten o'clock." Lin Qiye said, "The entrance to the third underground floor is in the boiler room behind the laboratory. I checked it before."

"An Qingyu brought Meilin." Wu Hen pointed at Meilin who was still bleeding.

"Li Yifei will cover the rear—if you slack off again, I'll tie you to the demon vine."

Li Yifei shrank his neck.

An Qingyu squatted down and carried Merlin on her shoulders. "Let's go." She glanced out the window. The moon had already climbed to the zenith. "Let's hurry before the red moon rises."

Wu Hen touched the broken pieces of jade token on his chest and turned to walk towards the back door of the laboratory.

Lin Qiye followed behind him, his golden scales glowing warmly in the moonlight.

In the distant clouds, the pair of red eyes flashed again, this time brighter, like two balls of endless fire.

"Walk faster." Lin Qiye said.

“What you owe must be repaid.”

Wu Hen smiled.

He quickened his pace, and his shadow overlapped with Lin Qiye's shadow, leaving a long trail on the ground.

Some roads are difficult to walk, but as long as the people around you are still there——

No matter how difficult the road is, you will always find something worthwhile.