I write obituaries for the gods

Just as he was about to make his move, a bolt of lightning flashed:

"Boom!"

Amidst the flashing lightning, a small, wet feather pendant clung to Lin Chen's chest.

The moment Lin Chen saw that little feather, he clearly noticed Euclid's hand tremble.

"Can't bear it anymore?" Lin Chen gritted his teeth. "What will Litty think if she sees you like this!"

Upon hearing Lin Chen's words, Euclid fell silent.

After a long while, he spoke softly:

"I don't need her to understand me."

The silver light at the demigod's fingertips leaped up once more, and a black line formed on Lin Chen's neck, threatening to tear him apart.

Just then, Euclid suddenly turned his head and reached out to block—

"clang!"

4000 meters away, Li Zhanyi fired a .338 superalloy armor-piercing round that grazed Euclid's superalloy arm armor, deflecting its trajectory and flying into the distance.

Lin Chen's guess was correct; Euclid indeed had no way of perceiving distant spaces.

But he was, after all, a demigod, whose reaction speed far surpassed that of mortals.

But Lin Chen always has a backup plan.

He closed his eyes, and the "Mirage City" crashed down, absorbing all the eerie blue energy suspended in the city.

"...!"

When Lin Chen opened his eyes again, his gaze was fixed on the superalloy armor-piercing projectile that had been deflected.

Everything around seemed to slow down, and raindrops condensed into pearls in the air, reflecting the deep blue in Lin Chen's eyes.

Lin Chen had long wanted to test the limits of magnetic field manipulation.

Under his control, the deflected superalloy armor-piercing projectile suddenly veered and accelerated—

Right in the middle of Euclid's mask!

"Crack!"

......

Chapter 147 The Phantom Scholar Part 2 (Third and Fourth Updates)

"Ahhhh!"

Euclid screamed the moment his helmet was destroyed.

He covered his tattered mask, and a ghostly blue light seeped out from the cracks.

"boom!!"

Seizing the opportunity, Lin Chen swiftly grabbed the superalloy axe and swung it at Euclid in front of him—

"Crack!"

The axe cleaved into Euclid's shoulder, and the demigod groaned in pain before punching Lin Chen in the chest.

Lin Chen spun around and landed on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The next second, black lines appeared in front of him.

Lin Chen immediately jumped to dodge, and the black line took a full second to explode into a silver crack, allowing him to dodge almost unharmed.

"Call command center, bombard the W weapon array immediately!" Lin Chen shouted.

Having said that, he ran around in a big circle, then grabbed his superalloy axe again and swung it at Euclid—

"clang!"

At the edge of the platform, where the rain was pouring down, Lin Chen and Euclid were locked in close combat. The demigod's arm armor and alloy axe collided, producing crisp explosions that rippled through the rain.

On the sea below the platform, a subspace vortex continued to expand, reflecting an illusory scene amidst the gray-white light: it seemed to be another dimension.

After the mask was shattered, Euclid tore through space much less often, which was obviously a huge burden for him.

"Clang! Clang!"

"boom!"

After dodging Euclidean space tear once again, a sonic boom came from the distance.

Lin Chen looked up and saw three fighter jets breaking through the clouds and heading straight for the Whale Nest platform!

"No...!"

For the first time, Lin Chen sensed a hint of apprehension in Euclid's tone.

The demigod suddenly raised his hand, tearing a rift through the lead fighter jet, and a fireball suddenly ignited in the rain.

Just as he was about to raise his hand a second time, Lin Chen swung his axe down, embedding it deeply into his arm—

"Crack!"

The demigod suddenly exerted force, flipping Lin Chen over completely, and then raised his hand again—

"boom!"

The second fighter jet burst into a fireball as space was torn apart; almost simultaneously, the third fighter jet passed through the explosion, its missile separating from its fuselage.

It roared straight towards the W weapon array!

Everything happened too fast. Lin Chen only felt a bright white light flash before his eyes, and then a surging shockwave threw him away.

"boom!!!"

The moment he flew out of the Whale Nest platform, he saw the W weapon array crumble in the explosion of the missiles!

"boom!!!!!"

"boom!!!!!"

As he plummeted into the vortex, Lin Chen witnessed the Whale Nest platform collapse in a chain of explosions. The violent blasts shattered the massive mechanical construct into fragments, with molten iron flying everywhere and falling with the torrential rain.

Among the falling debris, Lin Chen saw Euclid also falling: his mercury-like cloak was burning, and the demigod seemed to have lost consciousness, perhaps weakened by the use of his superpowers when his helmet shattered.

Subconsciously, Lin Chen wanted to project a revolver shotgun to deliver the final blow to Euclid.

Before he could project, the white light engulfed him, reducing his consciousness to zero.

......

"W weapon array damaged! To reiterate, W weapon array damaged!"

"Erosion is halting! Strengthen the dimensional stabilization anchor defenses!"

"Orca! How are things over there?"

"The shield on weapon W is fading, but the gathered energy hasn't dissipated yet. We must..."

"Rapid Response Division 1, please respond upon receipt!"

"Rapid Response Division One!"

"..."

In a daze, Lin Chen felt as if he were having a dream.

He understood that he had fallen from the edge of the Whale Nest platform, into the vortex, and into the subspace, but it all seemed unreal.

He seemed to have been caught, and what followed was a dreamlike illusion.

"Beep...beep..."

"Subspace drilling experiment is ready, and the Blue Energy Array is charged."

"Dr. Jürgen, may we begin?"

In the center of the laboratory, Lin Chen saw Jürgen surrounded by a crowd.

He was very young then, with his curly black hair disheveled and his handsome, rugged features carrying an air of arrogance.

Lin Chen looked down at his body: his body was pure white, like a phantom ghost, wandering in the history that Jürgen remembered.

He was an observer, a recorder.

“The experiment is ready, but you’ll probably have to go out.” Jürgen approached the equipment.

"Are you sure? But this experiment was something we all made possible..."

“If the drilling experiment gets out of control, the entire laboratory will be drawn into subspace, and I don’t think you want that kind of experience.”

Jürgen looked up at the researchers beside him, and Lin Chen saw arrogance and disdain in their eyes.

The laboratory was quickly evacuated, leaving only Jürgen by the instruments.

As a string of pale blue particles streaked through the pipes, a blinding white light gradually spread out, enveloping the entire laboratory.

"Zizzizi..."

The scene flashed by like snowflakes, and when it pieced together again, Jürgen, wearing a protective suit, was drifting in a white light.

"...Experiment Log, Day 8: After the drilling experiment went out of control, I was drawn into subspace, depth unknown..."

The young paranormal researcher stared at the chaotic white light, his face covered with crawling white lines, yet his eyes remained calm.

"...Fortunately, my body seems to have a strong resistance to the blue aura, and it hasn't collapsed by the eighth day," Jürgen raised his hand and stiffly moved his limbs. "But the time is almost up. If future generations salvage this experimental report, all the data collected during the drift will be stored in my personal recorder."

"Hopefully, this data will allow humanity to complete the final piece of the puzzle for subspace tunnel boring machines, at which point we can continue our journey into the depths of subspace..."

Suddenly, a silver light appeared in the distance. Jürgen turned his head and saw something rushing toward him from the void.

Lin Chen saw the paranormal scientist's body convulse; he screamed and struggled, and a ghostly blue light gradually appeared in his calm eyes—

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The image flickered again, showing Jürgen lying on a bed, his body covered in tubes.

"Returning from the depths of D-7, and even unexpectedly resonating with a high-risk ruin, should I say you're a chosen one... or a wretched one? Dr. Jürgen Eisenberg."

A dark figure stood beside Jürgen's bed. Jürgen couldn't see him clearly, and neither could Lin Chen.

"What happened?" Jürgen asked weakly.

"You've forgotten?" the shadowy figure chuckled. "You tore open a fifty-meter-high rift, bringing the contamination from D-7 back to the real world. You returned to the drilling lab, where the researchers were discussing how to remove you from the list of experimental papers. After all, you'd been missing, and you've never been a favorite."

"You stumbled upon this scene, and then you killed them all..."

Images flashed by, and Jürgen saw himself roaring, saw silver light burst from his palm, splitting his flesh and blood in two.

"Am I still...human?" Jürgen murmured.

"You seem worried about becoming an anomalous entity?" The shadowy figure chuckled again. "No, no, within the Foundation, beings like you have another name..."

"..."

After the shadowy figure left, Jürgen stared blankly at the ceiling, his expression numb.

The machine beeped in the empty room, mechanically reporting his vital signs and confirming his presence.

In the corner of the room, a fully armed guard was watching him with a cold expression, as if he were guarding not a patient, but a monster.

He was a monster, aloof and arrogant, and had been treated as an outcast for the first half of his life. He was a monster to begin with.

Becoming a demigod, could it be any stranger?

Looking at the ceiling, Jürgen chuckled self-deprecatingly.

As he laughed, he suddenly felt an emptiness wash over him, carving a huge void in his heart.

the first time.

Having dedicated his life to visionary studies, he experienced loneliness for the first time.

"Zizzizi..."

The scene shifts to a rehabilitation center, where Jürgen is walking with difficulty, leaning on crutches.

He refused the caregiver's help and struggled forward, sweat beading on his forehead.

As he walked, he suddenly saw a white figure: not far away, a little girl with wings was flapping her wings with all her might.

Take off, fall, take off, fall—she tried again and again, each time crashing and bruising, but her little face remained expressionless.

The children around her avoided her, and even within the foundation's facilities, a girl with wings was considered a freak.