Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 1077 Even pretending to be a big shot requires some prestige.

He Lin's face paled, and he abruptly pulled Lin Qiye and Wu Hen behind him, shouting sharply, "Damn it! Don't lay a hand on us! We're on the same side!"

The murderous intent, as powerful as a landslide or a tsunami, paused slightly in the thick fog.

A chilling laugh rang out: "One of our own? He Lin, you're getting bolder and bolder, bringing all sorts of trash to the island?"

"Fuck your mother's fart!"

He Lin instantly switched to the demeanor of a thug, cursing and swearing into the thick fog.

"This is a distinguished guest invited by our chairman. If you've delayed his important business, we'll twist your head off and use it as a chamber pot!"

The thick fog billowed, the murderous intent slowly receded, and the chilling voice rang out again.

With a hint of disdain, he said, "Distinguished guest? Hmph, I'd like to see what kind of lowlifes your Shangxie Society can invite this year."

The sound faded away, and the surroundings returned to deathly silence.

Wu Hen frowned and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

"Just a bunch of watchdogs," He Lin spat dismissively.

"Damn it, they do this every year. Who are they trying to scare?"

He led the two carefully along the edge of the pier deeper into the island.

As they walked, he lowered his voice and explained, "Why do you think this submarine doesn't just take us directly to our destination?"

Lin Qiye: "Technical limitations?"

"Technology my ass!" He Lin rolled his eyes.

"This is the rule, and it's also the obstacle that those big powers put in our small organization."

“‘Silent Island’ is a transit point; the real meeting place is elsewhere, and it changes every year.”

"Those rich and powerful ones have already gone there in their private jets and royal carriages,"

"They dumped us, who have no connections, on this wretched island and told us to figure things out ourselves."

"Find a way yourself?" Wu Hen caught the key phrase.

"Correct."

He Lin's tone carried a hint of helplessness, mixed with a strange smugness.

"This island contains portals to various parts of the world, but the number is limited and their locations are random."

"Want to use it? Sure, bring something in exchange, or... take it yourself."

He chuckled, revealing a set of white teeth: "We, the Upper Evil Society, have neither money nor connections. How have we managed to survive this long in front of these pretentious bastards?"

"What do we rely on? It's the six-word mantra: 'Steal homes, dig graves, rob roads.'"

"If you don't like someone, you'll trip them up; if someone has something good, you'll find a way to get it from them."

"Anyway, we're all just dogs to God, so who's more noble than whom?"

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance, finally understanding the survival strategy of the Shangxie Society.

This is no respectable organization; it's clearly a pack of hyenas struggling to survive in the cracks—cunning, tenacious, and utterly devoid of martial ethics.

"However, this year is a bit different." He Lin's expression turned serious again.

"You two are now the target of everyone's criticism."

Wu Hen's expression remained unchanged: "Why?"

"What else could it be?" He Lin glanced at Lin Qi-ye.

"The fact that one person acted as an agent for two gods at the same time has already spread throughout the 'maid circle'."

"On one side is the Greek god of 'times', and on the other side is the Norse god of 'magic'... Good grief, are you trying to be a double agent?"

“The agents of those powerful forces have long listed you two as the number one dangerous people.”

"That murderous aura just now was probably directed at you."

Lin Qi-ye stroked his chin thoughtfully: "So, we're the brightest stars here right now?"

“They’re sitting ducks!” He Lin corrected.

"Once my identity is exposed, I will definitely be attacked by the masses."

“They won’t dare to touch you, but they will do everything they can to tear apart the ‘weaknesses’ around you, like me.”

Wu Hen's eyes turned cold, and his hand was already on the hilt of his knife.

“Therefore, you cannot use your original identities.” He Lin stopped behind a large rock.

"The chairman had already given instructions."

"Lin Qiye, aren't you good at magic tricks? Hurry up and change your face."

"Remember, you need to project a strong presence; be even more arrogant than those snobbish bastards."

"Be even more arrogant, so that they can't figure out your background and won't dare to make a move easily."

"Pretend to be a big shot? I'm an expert at that." Lin Qi-ye's lips curled up slightly.

He stretched, and his bones cracked and popped.

The next second, a layer of light swept over him like ripples on water.

His black hair quickly faded, turning into a dazzling platinum blonde.

His eyes turned into a deep, ocean-blue, his facial features became more defined and sculpted, his nose became high and straight, and his lips became thin.

A well-tailored black tuxedo appeared out of nowhere.

The white silk shirt was tied with an elegant bow tie, and there was even a glaring monocle over his left eye.

An elegant, mysterious, and somewhat cynical Western aristocratic gentleman appeared before He Lin and Wu Hen.

He Lin was dumbfounded: "Holy crap... this is even more amazing than plastic surgery!"

"Brown Miles".

Lin Qiye adjusted his monocle and spoke in a fluent London accent,

A mocking smile curved his lips. "The sole representative of Merlin, the god of magic. Please take care of me."

This flamboyant and irritating aristocratic air is simply natural.

Wu Hen's lips twitched, and he silently took half a step back, indicating that he did not want to get involved with Lin Qi-ye in this state.

"Okay, this is the style!"

He Lin slapped his thigh and said, "Come on, I'll take you to find the teleportation portal."

"This year's party is in Paris, so we have to get there before everyone else."

"A portal? Too slow." 'Brown Myers' shook his head and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Then what do you want to do..." Before He Lin could finish speaking, he felt the ground beneath his feet suddenly tremble.

Boom——!

The ground in front of them suddenly cracked open, creating a huge fissure, and a scorching wave of air rushed towards them!

A ferocious, enormous dragon head made of lava and obsidian.

Suddenly emerging from the crack, a pair of eyes burning with raging flames swept over the three of them.

Immediately afterwards, its massive body completely emerged from the ground.

It spread out a pair of enormous, rocky wings that blotted out the sky, and let out a deafening roar!

"Roar--!"

Flame Vein Earth Dragon!

The entire Silent Island seemed to tremble at the sound of that dragon's roar.

He Lin's mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg; he was completely dumbfounded.

Is this what they call prestige?

The other agents, still shrouded in thick fog, were testing each other, preparing to fight tooth and nail for a single portal spot.

Startled by the dragon's roar, they all stopped what they were doing and looked toward the source of the sound with surprise and uncertainty.

"Let's go, my friend."

With an elegant wave of his hand, Lin Qiye lifted He Lin and placed him steadily on the dragon's back.

He and Wu Hen leaped up and stood behind the towering dragon head.

"Sit tight."

Before the words were even finished, the Flame Vein Earth Dragon flapped its wings violently, stirring up a violent gust of air, and its massive body rose from the ground, soaring into the sky!

In the howling wind, He Lin clung tightly to the protrusion on the dragon's back, feeling as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

He looked down and saw the figures in the thick fog below all looking up.

Staring blankly at the enormous creature that roared past them, his shocked expression gave him an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

Stealing someone's home? Grave robbery? Highway robbery?

Fuck it! Compared to this, it's utterly pathetic!

The Flame Vein Earth Dragon moved at incredible speed, tearing through the clouds in the blink of an eye.

High in the sky, it sped towards Paris.

Meanwhile, Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris.

This ancient building, which survived the disaster, is now shrouded in an invisible barrier, preventing any outside prying eyes from prying into it.

Inside the church, dozens of figures, some with subtle presence and others with overt presence, gathered in twos and threes, talking in hushed tones.

They are the agents of the gods from all over the world.

Suddenly, a man holding a glass of red wine...

The blond man leaning against the stained-glass window paused, then suddenly looked up and gazed out at the church dome.

"Ok?"

His companion asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Apollo's 'Child of Light'?"

The blond man didn't answer, he just narrowed his eyes.

In the night sky, a dark red dot of light was rapidly approaching and growing larger in his pupils!

The others inside the church also gradually sensed the undisguised, violent, and scorching dragon's might.

They all stopped talking and looked out the window.

"What the hell is that..." someone couldn't help but mutter under their breath.

Before the words were even finished, a huge black shadow had already enveloped the entire Notre Dame Cathedral, as if night had fallen prematurely.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow on the stained glass, a gigantic, blood-red dragon's eye appears.

Looking out the window, I coldly surveyed everything inside the church.