Who wants to become a god? Aren't you all forcing me?

#259 - Chapter 258 Medusa Appears

Zhu Dian turned his head, his sharp gaze locked onto Li Chenqiu: "Jiang Huaijin, your time is running out. It's easy for us to kill you. If you want to live, this is your only chance!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was overjoyed.

"Is there some kind of handle on him?"

"It seems like it, and a fatal one!"

"We're saved! We're saved!!!"

In the distance, Li Chenqiu raised his eyebrows slightly: "One minute?"

Zhu Yuan corrected him: "There are thirty seconds left."

"Thirty seconds," Li Chenqiu nodded, reaching out to the soul soldier beside him.

The soul soldier bent down and respectfully placed a dagger in Li Chenqiu's hand.

Zhu Yuan stared at Li Chenqiu warily: "What do you want to do? I advise you not to struggle in vain!"

"I never make futile struggles." Li Chenqiu ran his fingers along the blade of the dagger: "There are many people who can kill me, but you are not one of them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Chenqiu looked up at Zhu Yuan, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

Zhu Yuan's scalp tightened, and a bad feeling rose in his heart. Just as he was about to say something, it was too late.

Li Chenqiu nimbly flipped his fingers, aiming the cold, gleaming blade at himself.

In everyone's horrified gaze, Li Chenqiu bent his elbow, and the dagger, accompanied by the sound of the wind, pierced his forehead in an instant.

Puff—

Blood spurted out from the tip of the knife, and the fifteen-centimeter dagger was completely submerged in Li Chenqiu's head, directly destroying the micro-bomb hidden in his brow.

The entire place was silent, and everyone's eyes were dull.

No one thought that Li Chenqiu would end his own life, and in such a casual and sudden way.

Above the high platform, Zhu Yuan was like a stone statue, his face still holding the expression from a few dozen seconds ago, without even blinking.

"This is... did he kill himself?"

A voice rang out, breaking the silence and pulling everyone back to their senses.

"Damn, is he... is he dead?"

"He stabbed a knife into his head, he should be dead, right?"

"Is he sick? Why would he commit suicide for no reason?"

"Are you sick? Isn't it good that he killed himself? We're saved!"

The noisy discussions erupted in an instant, and smiling faces spread rapidly through the crowd. But at this moment, a voice rang out, dragging everyone back to reality from the clouds.

"But... what good does it do if he dies? These monsters are still here!"

The noisy sound weakened in an instant, and the smiles on people's faces froze before they could fully bloom.

Outside the barrier, the soul soldiers were still there, and did not disappear because of Li Chenqiu's suicide.

Above the high platform, Zhu Yuan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he gradually regained his senses.

Zhu Dian reached out and tugged at Zhu Yuan's arm: "Big brother, this kid... why did this kid kill himself?"

Zhu Yuan remained silent, because he didn't know either.

Buzz buzz buzz—

Just then, a buzzing sound came from behind them, and everyone in the arena turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound.

They saw the divine monument standing at the front of the square shaking like it had epilepsy, constantly emitting golden light, rushing out of the barrier, and some soul soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were directly pierced.

The soul soldiers realized something was wrong and flapped their wings to dodge to the side, but the dozens of golden lights seemed to have intelligence, suddenly turning and slashing towards the place where the most soul soldiers were gathered like lightsabers.

Puff puff puff—

Explosions sounded continuously in the air, and the shock waves bombarded the light golden barrier, but the barrier did not shake because of this, but became more stable.

"This is the place I protect, do not cross the line."

An ethereal and melodious voice echoed between heaven and earth, and then, the divine monument emitted a hazy faint light, and a hundred-meter-high human-shaped phantom appeared in the sky.

It was a woman, or rather a woman who was half human and half snake.

Her hair was made up of living snakes, slowly wriggling in the moonlight, making a slight hissing sound, and her eyes were like black jade, twinkling with seductive light.

Looking down, the most striking thing was the snake tail that replaced her legs. The colorful scales were connected together, reflecting the golden light of the divine monument, setting her off as the most sacred and noblest existence in the world.

"This is!"

Zhu Yuan trembled excitedly, his knees went weak and he knelt directly on the ground, looking at the phantom reverently.

As the leader of the Human-Snake tribe, how could he not recognize the woman in front of him—the Snake God Medusa!

Not only did Zhu Yuan recognize her, but most of the people present also recognized her. After all, the characteristics of half-human and half-snake were too obvious. Besides Medusa, they couldn't think of anyone else.

Swish swish swish—

People knelt down one after another, looking at the phantom excitedly. Some people wanted to say something, but their mouths opened and closed, and they couldn't utter half a word for a long time.

As members of the Human-Snake tribe, residents of the Human-Snake Divine City, they had been instilled with the concept of "the gods are supreme" by their parents since they were born, and they would devoutly worship every year.

The words "Medusa" had long been deeply engraved in their minds, becoming their backbone and their faith!

Now that their "faith" was appearing alive in front of them, who wouldn't be excited, who wouldn't be shocked?

"Greetings, Snake God!"

Zhu Yuan shouted loudly, burying his head deeply.

"Greetings, Snake God!"

"Greetings, Snake God!"

"Greetings, Snake God!"

More and more people lowered their heads, shouting respectfully, trying to make Medusa feel their devotion.

Medusa ignored the voices under her feet, looking around, a hint of doubt flashed between her brows: "Strange, I clearly sensed a very ancient aura."

At the same time, Li Chenqiu, who was being supported by the soul soldiers, trembled, and a strange wave spread from his brow.

Whoosh—

Li Chenqiu's strands of hair flew backward, and his body floated upwards like a hydrogen balloon.

Thump!

A muffled and powerful heartbeat sounded, Li Chenqiu's chest rose and fell slightly, and the dagger inserted in his brow trembled slightly, dissipating like sand in the wind.

Thump!

The heartbeat sounded again, but this time it was like thunder, echoing in the slightly cool night.

Everyone turned their heads in unison, looking in the direction of the sound, and Medusa was no exception.

"Jiang Huaijin! How is he flying?"

"He... isn't he dead?"

"Was that sound just now made by him?"

Everyone looked at Li Chenqiu in confusion.

"Is it him?" Medusa's eyes narrowed slightly, and she waved her arm.

Whoosh—

Dozens of golden beams changed direction, cutting through the night sky, rapidly converging with Li Chenqiu as the center.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

The wind howled, and the dense soul soldiers rushed towards the closest beam of light. Meng Huo, who was setting up the illusion, flashed and leaped high, standing in front of Li Chenqiu.

This was the soul soldiers' most primitive instinct, to protect their "master".