Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 1091 Singing and Dancing to Pray for Wine: This Generation of Immortals Is Not So Fooled

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen held their breath and followed the group of silent, burly men as they moved forward through the scorching sand.

They hadn't gone far when a simple altar appeared before them.

The altar was constructed from several rough, black stones, and directly above the altar,

A palm-sized golden wine jug floated in mid-air, emitting a faint light.

"That's it?" Lin Qiye complained to Wu Hen through the mental link, "After walking for so long, is this all we got for such a little thing?"

"Don't make a sound, let's see what they're going to do." Wu Hen's voice was as calm as a stagnant pool.

The burly men placed the heavy wooden buckets under the altar and then lined them up in a row.

The burly man at the head of the group took a deep breath and suddenly roared at the top of his lungs, "Great God of Wine! We're back again! Did you miss us?!"

His voice was dry and hoarse, and the tune had gone completely off track.

Then, a strange scene happened.

This group of muscular, rugged-looking men actually started dancing and gesturing wildly.

Their movements were extremely clumsy, their limbs stiff, like a drunken bear dancing ballet, devoid of any beauty.

"Holy crap..." Lin Qiye's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "What kind of cult ritual is this? Awkward dance for blessings?"

“It’s not a blessing, it’s a transaction.” Wu Hen’s gaze was fixed on the golden wine pot. “They’re trying to please it.”

"To please a teapot? Are all the immortals of this generation of people with such peculiar tastes?"

Lin Qiye felt his worldview being shaken. "Isn't this just an ancient version of an idol voting event? Whoever dances the best gets to drink?"

As if to prove his point, the group of burly men jumped even more energetically.

As they danced, they sang off-key songs in hoarse voices, the lyrics of which were nothing more than praising how great Dionysus was and how delicious the wine was.

The scene was utterly absurd.

However, the floating golden wine jug seemed to be quite receptive to this.

As the men's dance reached its most comical moment, the golden wine jug swayed slightly.

"Om-"

A golden light flashed, and an intensely rich aroma of wine instantly filled the air.

Immediately afterwards, a stream of golden liquid poured down from the spout like a slender waterfall, precisely into the wooden barrel below.

"Oh, oh, oh! Long live the God of Wine!"

"Thank you, Dionysus, for your blessing!"

The burly men erupted in wild cheers, as if the awkward dance they had just witnessed was some extraordinary achievement.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen hid behind the sand dunes, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"They really gave it to him?" Lin Qiye clicked his tongue. "This god is too easy to fool, isn't he?"

“Rules,” Wu Hen said in a low voice, “Everything in this space follows certain established rules.”

Flying attracts hunters, while singing and dancing can earn you fine wine.

Soon, all the wooden barrels were filled.

The burly men, satisfied, lifted the wooden buckets and prepared to return to the city.

Just then, the thinnest-looking man at the back of the line shouted to the leader, "Boss, I need to take a piss, I'll catch up right away!"

This burly man was the "sixth brother" they were talking about.

The leader waved his hand impatiently: "Hurry up, stop dawdling!"

The sixth brother responded and walked alone towards the nearby sand dune.

opportunity!

A glint of light flashed in Lin Qiye's and Wu Hen's eyes at the same time.

"Make your move," Wu Hen uttered.

The next second, Lin Qiye's figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

Old Liu had just unbuckled his belt and was about to relieve himself when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Before he could even utter a cry of alarm, everything went black, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

Wu Hen followed closely behind, dragging the unconscious Lao Liu to the back of the sand dune with clean and swift movements.

"Done." Lin Qiye clapped his hands.

"You come here." Wu Hen looked at Lin Qiye. "Your shapeshifting technique is even more perfect."

Lin Qiye nodded, then stretched out his fingers and rubbed his face for a while.

His bones made a faint "clicking" sound; his height, build, and appearance...

In just a few seconds, it became exactly like the sixth man on the ground.

He quickly stripped off Lao Liu's coarse linen clothes and put them on.

"How is it?" Lin Qiye lowered his voice, making it sound exactly like Lao Liu's.

“Flawless.” Wu Hen checked it and confirmed there were no flaws. “I’ll stay here and watch him. You go in and investigate.”

Remember, this "sixth brother" seems to be quiet, which is an advantage for you.

"clear."

Lin Qi tilted his head, feeling the new body, his heart beating slightly faster.

Infiltration begins.

He straightened his clothes, pretended to have just finished relieving himself, and jogged to catch up with the group ahead.

"Stop dawdling, did you fall into the latrine?" The burly man in charge turned around and glared at him.

Lin Qiye simply lowered his head and silently walked to the back of the line, carrying the wooden bucket that belonged to Lao Liu.

Seeing his cowardly appearance, the burly man didn't say anything more, only muttering, "He really is a silent devil."

The others in the group were used to it; clearly, the real Lao Liu was always this taciturn.

No one suspected anything.

Lin Qiye appeared calm as he followed the group, but in reality, his eyes were like a high-precision scanner, rapidly recording everything around him.

The massive black city gates slowly opened once more, and a group of people carrying wine barrels entered this ancient city forgotten by time.

The sight inside the city made Lin Qiye's pupils shrink slightly.

The streets are paved with huge stone slabs, and the buildings on both sides are rugged and ancient, full of the atmosphere of a primitive era.

Every household has a copper badge with the same design hanging on the eaves of their door.

The emblem is shaped like an open eye, with intricate and ancient cuneiform script inscribed below it.

Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat.

He'd seen that badge before!

Back in Canaan, before Merlin died, he gave him a broken piece of metal with patterns exactly like this badge!

Merlin said that it was the key to unlocking a certain secret.

And that secret points directly to Gilgamesh, the oldest hero-king of mankind, and his lost kingdom, Uruk!

"So that's how it is..." Lin Qiye's heart was filled with shock and disbelief.

"This is not a treasure trove. This... is where the remnants of the Kingdom of Uruk were sealed away by Gilgamesh in this way!"

He finally understood.

Gilgamesh did not hide his treasures; he hid his people, an entire lost civilization!

Lin Qiye suppressed his inner shock and glanced again at the badges on the eaves.

They attempted to decipher more information from those cuneiform characters.

Just as he was focusing his attention entirely on a badge, an indescribable chill rose up his spine without warning.

It felt like being doused with a bucket of ice water on a sweltering summer day.

Lin Qiye's body froze instantly.

He suddenly looked up and gazed at the center of the city.

There stood a towering pagoda, and at its top, a soft golden light swirled slowly, like a sleeping star.

Just now, that golden light seemed to... shift slightly in his direction.

That's not an illusion.

Lin Qiye was certain that he was being silently watched by an extremely ancient and terrifying being.