I write obituaries for the gods

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The muscles seemed to transform into countless worms, constantly burrowing back and forth within the body, increasing their density.

Lin Chen could sense a limit: the progress bar for body strengthening was constantly advancing, and once that limit was exceeded, his muscles, like Qingtian's, would begin to swell and deform.

Before that...

He must kill the demigod before him!

"boom!"

Lin Chen suddenly threw a punch, landing it on Qingtian's face.

Qingtian was sent flying more than ten meters away, his huge body tumbling several times, fragments flying everywhere.

"This can't be... possible..."

Qingtian murmured in a muffled accent, tears welling up in his eyes, which were squeezed into slits.

From childhood to adulthood... he's always been the one beating up others...

At school, he beat up those little brats...

On the field, an opposing player was elbowed by him...

He was incredibly confident in his strength, and whenever a problem arose, he could solve it simply by swinging his fist.

But now... this mortal actually caught his fist?

"You...you are no match for me!"

Qingtian scrambled to his feet, letting out a roar that was almost a wail, his body once again becoming a blur—

"boom!"

He threw a punch at Lin Chen, but Lin Chen caught it again—

"Zizzizi!"

Lin Chen slid for more than ten meters before regaining his footing.

He steadied Qingtian's fist with one hand, and raised the other—

"boom!"

With one punch, he sent Qingtian spinning several times in the air before he crashed to the ground in a sorry state.

Lin Chen didn't give him a chance to breathe. He grabbed Qingtian's head and punched him—

"Oh!"

Two punches! Three punches!

"boom!"

The third punch sent Qingtian flying, rolling over a dozen times on the beach before he was completely shattered.

Qingtian tried to get up, but Lin Chen leaped to his side and stomped on his only remaining hand.

"Sizzle!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The deformed demigod looked up and screamed, and the next second, the muzzle of a shotgun was shoved into his wide-open mouth.

Looking up along the black gun barrel, he saw Lin Chen's cold face.

"You need to give your uncle and aunt an explanation."

Lin Chen murmured softly, his index finger gradually tightening on the trigger.

"Go down and repent."

"No! I don't want it!"

Qingtian howled in despair as his pride and joy were crushed, and his mental defenses finally collapsed.

He looked at Lin Chen with teary eyes, and at that moment, Lin Chen actually tasted a hint of pleading in those arrogant eyes.

It was like a child who had done something wrong and was afraid of being punished.

A giant baby terrified of death.

Lin Chen would not pity him.

This beach has witnessed innocent victims falling into the sea, and the prayers and remembrances of the bereaved families.

Now, it will witness a revenge.

"Waaaaah!" Qingtian wailed.

"Goodbye."

Lin Chen gritted his teeth and immediately pulled the trigger of the shotgun—

"Oh!"

The dragon's breath flames penetrated Qingtian's lungs, and the high temperature that could suppress regeneration instantly destroyed his vital organs.

"Waaaaaah!!!"

Lin Chen slowly took two steps back, watching the monster roll and thrash on the beach like a dying fish.

Soon, Qingtian's body also began to catch fire, and under the scorching flames, his skin was gradually coated with a layer of charred black.

This time, however, no more granulation tissue emerged.

he died.

"Boom!"

The thunder turned the beach silvery-white.

Lin Chen slumped onto the beach, feeling the torrential rain extinguish the heat from his temples.

He succeeded...

Optimus Prime, a fabricated god, a false hero...

died.

"No...it's not time to rest."

Lin Chen got up and tried to move his limbs.

He raised his hand, gently opening and closing his five fingers, feeling the remaining power flowing through his fingertips.

After the projection ended, some of the muscle strengthening seemed to have been retained...

Lin Chen shook his wrist, the coldness of the downpour pulling him back to reality.

Sometime during the night, his raincoat hood fell off, and his mask also fell off.

Lin Chen pulled up his hood. Just then, the sound of police sirens came from afar: it seemed that all parties had noticed the commotion on the beach.

Let's leave here first...

Lin Chen ran towards the edge of the beach, repeatedly reviewing the evacuation route he had planned in advance.

Without realizing it, he found that his hands were no longer shaking as much.

......

Chapter 18 Seeking Refuge

"Has the report come out yet?"

"Vitality signs have disappeared, subspace projection has disappeared..."

"Death confirmed."

In the rain, Jiang Zhengge leaned against the car door, frowning as he looked at the tablet in his hand.

Louis was standing beside him, holding a black umbrella over him.

Not far away, Qingtian lay on the rocky beach, his body being investigated for evidence.

When Jiang Zhengge arrived at the scene, Qingtian was already dead, and his death was gruesome.

This was the first time Jiang Zhengge had seen a demigod die in such a miserable state: Qingtian, whose abilities were almost entirely focused on strength, had marks on his body indicating that he had been beaten. His hands looked as if they had been crushed by brute force, and the dents on his face looked as if he had been hit hard with a hammer.

Considering the physical strength of a demigod, Jiang Zhengge found it hard to imagine the physical qualities of the hammer-wielder.

I only have one question.

Jiang Zhengge read the report again and expressed his confusion:

"In previous reports, even a dead demigod does not immediately lose its warp projection. After all, whether it is a demigod or an anomaly, any being that has awakened psychic awareness will leave a shadow of its existence in the warp."

"Based on the decay rate, it would take more than three years for a demigod's warp mapping to completely disappear."

"But Qingtian's shadow has already disappeared. He was alive and kicking just half an hour ago."

“We’re investigating this issue as well, but it’s unlikely,” Louis said, his brow furrowed. “Nothing else was left at the scene.”

“Logically speaking, there are only two possibilities,” Jiang Zhengge raised his head, “either that Qingtian is not a demigod at all.”

"Or perhaps, the Azure Dragon within Qingtian's body has been taken away."

"Take it away?"

Louis was somewhat surprised to hear Jiang Zhengge's conclusion.

"Section Chief, according to gamma-level calculations, if someone drained all of Qingtian's Azure Energy, they would possess at least military-grade equipment, and that thing would be roughly the size of a truck..."

Louis looked around and shrugged:

"If there were such a thing, at least...it should leave some trace, right?"

"There's another possibility."

Jiang Zhengge took out a cigarette from inside his trench coat and lit it.

The gale bypassed him completely. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, a faint, eerie blue glint in his eyes.

"What killed Qingtian was a powerful anomaly, at least at the Beta level."

“But no trace was left in the subspace at the scene,” Louis shook his head. “If it could erase its own traces, then this anomaly would most likely have its own intelligence, which would be even worse.”

"So in either case, this is not a simple matter."

Jiang Zhengge exhaled a puff of white smoke and gently shook his head.

Things started to get complicated...

Originally, the plan was simply to drag Qingtian into the quagmire of public opinion and take the opportunity to dismantle the foundation's public opinion barriers, but now things have spiraled out of control.

First, someone fired a shot, accurately hitting the demigod's weak point, and then the demigod was drained of all his blue substance, leaving only a dried-up corpse.

Azure energy is the foundation of the extraordinary; apart from demigods, only anomalies can normally devour and contain this substance.

Who killed him?

A powerful, intelligent anomaly?

A tightly organized, high-level team of executors, with information support from a top-secret organization behind them.

Or is it...?

Another demigod, who killed Qingtian in a vengeance?

Is the foundation embroiled in internal strife?

Jiang Zhengge broke off the cigarette butt, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it twice.

He hates the feeling of things getting out of control...

"What did the foundation say?" Jiang Zhengge asked.

"They still insist that we hand over the site to them..."

"Then let's give it to them. Anyway, we've gotten what we wanted. I'm going back to write my report now."