Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 321: The secret of the fog shakes the mind, Pang Pang escapes from the attack

Bell Crandall cleared his throat and began his story.

His voice was low and hoarse, like the friction of old parchment, with a hint of disturbing weirdness.

"The Holy Inquisition, that's no joke..."

Bell Crandall lowered his voice in a mysterious manner, but secretly glanced at Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's reactions from the corner of his eyes.

Wu Hen touched his chin, with an expression like an old man on the subway looking at his phone, and nodded from time to time, as if he was seriously thinking about the deep meaning of Bell Crandall's words,

''In fact, I was thinking about the strange task newly released by the system - "Collect one hundred devil peppers, reward: devil pepper sauce sprayer".

This thing is exciting just thinking about it!

Lin Qiye frowned slightly, his fingers tapping the table unconsciously, his expression solemn.

The Knights of the Holy Inquisition, this name was not unfamiliar to him. It was the sharpest blade in the hands of the Holy See, a group of lunatics with terrifying strength.

"Their power comes from faith. The more devout the believers, the greater their strength..."

Bell Crandall vividly described the source of the Holy Inquisition's fighting power, spit flying everywhere, as if he had seen those fanatical knights with his own eyes.

He paused, then added mysteriously,

"It is said that the twelve strongest knights among them even possess power comparable to that of gods!"

"Comparable to a god?"

Wu Hen curled his lips and muttered softly, "He's just a scumbag..."

Bell Crandall didn't hear Wu Hen's complaints and continued, "The Holy Inquisition Knights have a strict hierarchy, from low to high, they are…"

He counted on his fingers, "Knights of the Holy Inquisition, Knights of the Judgment, Knights Templar..."

Lin Qiye's brows furrowed even more tightly, as he keenly caught some key information in Bell Crandall's words.

The Holy Inquisition Knights, the power of faith, comparable to that of gods...

These pieces of information were like scattered puzzle pieces, gradually piecing together a complete picture in his mind.

After Bell Crandall finished speaking, he shut up tactfully.

Lin Qiye spoke slowly: "So, the Holy Inquisition Knights are really a group of difficult guys..."

He sat back in his rocking chair and rocked gently, as if thinking, or as if digesting the shocking information brought by Bell Crandall.

His fingertips tapped the armrest, again and again, rhythmically, yet also revealing his inner calmness.

Wu Hen had a puzzled expression on his face and scratched his head.

"Wow, this Holy Inquisition Knights is even more awesome than Wang Ergou from the village next door! That power comparable to that of a god, sounds awesome! By the way, system, are there any quests for me to challenge the Holy Inquisition Knights in single combat? Waiting online, it's urgent!"

In his mind, the system's mechanical voice sounded without any fluctuation: "The host's request for suicide has been detected and rejected."

"It is recommended that the host complete the quest 'Collect One Hundred Devil Peppers' first. The reward is the Devil Pepper Sauce Sprayer, which can effectively increase the host's survival rate."

Wu Hen curled his lips and complained secretly: "Survival rate? I'm afraid it's not the probability of the other party being killed by the spiciness..."

"Boss, um...can I apply for a job change?"

Hagouba's voice sounded cautiously, with a hint of trembling.

He huddled in a corner, trembling, as if Bell Crandall was talking not about the Inquisition but about some kind of terrifying monster.

Lin Qiye glanced at him sideways, his tone amiable: "Change your job? What job do you want to change? Become the mascot of the Holy Inquisition Knights?"

“No, no, no… I don’t dare…”

Hagouba shook his head like a rattle, with the word "humble" written all over his face.

"Then do your job well,"

Lin Qiye's tone suddenly changed, and he said firmly, "This mission is very important and we cannot afford to fail!"

Hagouba had a bitter face and wanted to cry but had no tears.

He felt like a little lamb that had strayed into a pack of wolves and could be eaten up at any time.

Wu Hen felt amused when he saw Hagouba's cowardly look.

He patted Hagouba's shoulder and said earnestly, "Brother, don't be afraid! Follow the boss and you'll have everything you need!"

"If that doesn't work, I also have a devilish hot pepper sauce sprayer that will give you a fiery thrill!"

Hagouba: “…” Thank you!

A sea breeze blew by, bringing with it a hint of salty smell.

Lin Qiye suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance, "It seems that things are becoming more and more interesting..."

He murmured quietly.

When Bell Crandall finished speaking, he closed his mouth.

Lin Qiye slowly said: "So..."

At the same time, on the other side of the coast, a figure staggered out of the sea.

He was a thin and disheveled man, soaking wet and panting.

Baili Pang'er, a member of the Baili family, looked extremely thin at this moment, as if he had experienced a fierce battle.

"Huh... I finally made it..." Fatty Baili sat slumped on the beach, gasping for breath, his body so weak that he could hardly move.

The sea breeze blew across his cheeks, bringing a hint of coolness and gradually making him regain some clarity.

He looked around, his eyes filled with relief at having survived the disaster.

After a moment, Fatty Baili gradually recalled what had just happened.

On the plane, the liquid in the wine glass had an unusual luster, and at that moment he became alert.

He secretly thanked his lucky stars that he chose to jump out of the plane to escape at the last moment.

It was a thrilling decision. He jumped from a height of 10,000 meters.

Fortunately, it landed in a sea area and eventually drifted here along the waves.

"That wine before... there must be something wrong."

Baili Pang'er's heart was still beating violently, and the feeling of fear surged into his heart like a tide.

He gritted his teeth and tried to calm his thoughts, as the details of the plane kept flashing through his mind.

Every detail made him more convinced that the attack was no accident.

"Who is it... who is it..." he murmured in a low voice. He slowly stood up and walked towards the shore step by step.

On the road in the distance, a car was slowly approaching.

Baili Pang'er saw hope and waved his arms and shouted for help.

The car stopped and the window slowly rolled down, revealing a strange face.

"Hey, young man, what's wrong?" the driver asked with a hint of confusion in his tone.

"Please, I need to get back to the city. Someone wants to kill me..."

Baili Pang'er was panting, his voice full of pleading.

He climbed up the car door with all his strength and reluctantly sat in the passenger seat.

"All right,"

The driver nodded and started the car.

"I hope it was just a false alarm." The wheels kicked up a cloud of dust and quickly drove away.

Baili Pang'er leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

He couldn't calm down for a long time, and the scene on the plane kept replaying in his mind.

He felt that there must be a deeper conspiracy behind this attack...

"Baili Jing'er..."

He whispered the name, Bell Crandall's voice low and hoarse.

Like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other, it tells the story of the pursuit by the Knights of the Inquisition.

"They're like a pack of mad dogs, relentless at the scent of blood. Their power comes from their faith. The more devout they are, the stronger they become. They're like a group of walking buffs..."

Wu Hen raised his eyebrows, whistled, and interrupted, "Wow, this setting is quite interesting. The power of faith? Wouldn't that mean a group of indestructible cockroaches?"

"By the way, do they have any weaknesses? Like, are they afraid of beautiful women? Or leeks?"

Lin Qiye glanced at him helplessly and motioned him to be quiet.

Bell Crandall continued, "The Order of the Holy Inquisition has a strict hierarchy, from low to high, they are divided into Saints, Judges, Divine Punishment Knights, and Grand Inquisitors."

"Saints are the weakest, but their numbers are huge, comparable to fighter planes among cannon fodder; Judges are proficient in various combat techniques and are the backbone of the Holy Inquisition Knights;"

"The Divine Punishment Knight is formidable, possessing special divine powers. As for the Holy Judge... I've only seen him once so far, and he's nothing but a loophole. His strength is unfathomable."

"Loophole? How loophole? More loophole than mine?"

Wu Hen had a curious expression on his face, rubbing his hands, eager to try.

"How about we two form a team and go meet him?"

Lin Qiye ignored his jokes, frowned, and fell into deep thought.

The strength of the Holy Inquisition Knights far exceeded his expectations, which made him feel a little uneasy.

At the same time, Baili Pang'er was experiencing a life-and-death escape.

The icy river water soaked his clothes, and the biting cold made him shiver.

He swam desperately, the roar of his pursuers echoing in his ears, and his heart seemed to be about to jump out of his chest.

After finally climbing ashore, he was gasping for breath, still in shock.

"Baili Jing'er...it must be her!"

Fatty Baili growled with gritted teeth,

"This vicious woman actually wants to kill me!" He wiped the water stains off his face.

Bell Crandall fell silent after he finished speaking, and Lin Qiye slowly spoke: "So..."

Bell Crandall crossed his legs gracefully, his tone calm but with a hint of subtle sarcasm.

"The Holy Inquisition Knights, a group of mad dogs in holy cloaks. They draw power from faith."

"They are so powerful that even the lowest-ranking knights can rival what you call 'junior godslayers'."

Wu Hen touched his chin and whistled, but his eyes were not as frivolous as his actions.

"Wow, so awesome? Doesn't that mean the boss will have to bring out his Italian cannon?"

He glanced at Lin Qiye and winked.

Lin Qiye ignored Wu Hen's jokes and stared at Bell Crandall with a sharp gaze.

"What about the power breakdown? Besides the lowest-ranking knights, are there any stronger ones?"

"Of course," Bell Crandall chuckled.

He paused, each word coming out from between his teeth.

"It is said that the power of the Judgment Knight is enough to rival that of a god."

Hearing the words "on par with gods", Lin Qiye and Wu Hen couldn't help but frown.

The air seemed to freeze and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

At the same time, Fatty Baili was struggling desperately in the icy sea water, and his lungs seemed to be about to explode.

He felt like a small shrimp being targeted by a giant beast and could be swallowed at any time.

Just when he was about to give up hope, a hand suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him back from the brink of death.

The violent coughing was particularly harsh in the silent night. Fatty Baili was gasping for breath, his whole body was wet and he looked in a miserable state.

He looked up, but only saw a blurry figure quickly disappearing into the night.

"Who saved me?" Baili Pang'er was full of doubts, but more of it was fear.

He knew that this attack was definitely not an accident.

Baili Jing'er's sinister smile flashed through his mind, and he shuddered violently, "It's him...it must be Baili Jing'er!"

His strong desire to survive made him dare not delay any longer, and he staggered up the shore.

He stopped a passing taxi and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Quick! Go to the nearest hospital!"

After Bell Crandall finished speaking, he closed his mouth. Lin Qiye...