You Sent Me to Collect a Corpse, and I Went and Killed a God?

“Lu Wu, kneel and beg me. The gods can grant you eternal life.” The silver-haired saintess Lin'an stood barefoot among the clouds, a shackle glimmering between her brows. Lu Wu spat a mouthful of bloodied saliva and yanked the temple’s surveillance eye free with his other hand. “Shen Tinglan, remember that arrogance of yours.” “When I storm Olympus, you’ll be nothing but my prisoner.” One is the pure embodiment chosen by the Church; the other, a god-killing phantom who walks in darkness. He loses his humanity amid the slaughter, while she smuggles him a chance at life from within her shackles.