I write obituaries for the gods

With a splatter of blood, Rambo's arm went limp, and the muzzle of his gun dropped.

His eyes flashed with malice, and he abruptly turned and swung the gun towards Li Zhanyi's position—

"boom!"

The gun was flung out with tremendous force and slammed into the load-bearing wall of the house, causing half of the house to collapse instantly!

"Whoa! Here we go again!" Li Zhanyi exclaimed.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Chen leaped forward, raising his axe high in the air—

"Crack!"

With a single strike, Lin Chen struck the Little British Shield, and a metallic clang rang out!

He suddenly swung the axe, activating the disintegration mode—

"boom!"

A ghostly blue flame exploded, instantly splitting Little England in two! His two legs landed on the ground with a thud, and he bounced away!

Lin Chen then punched Rambo in the face, sending the demigod staggering back more than ten steps.

Just as they were about to give chase, Rambo unleashed a sweeping leg kick—

"boom!"

Lin Chen dodged, and Rambo's leg slammed into the wall, causing the entire wall to collapse with a crash.

Weakness hit!

The falling bricks forced Lin Chen to dodge for a moment, and at that moment, a single-soldier grenade launcher burst out of the dust:

"Oh!"

Rambo pulled the trigger, this time aiming at Lin Chen's carotid artery!

"I'll blow you up, you idiot—"

The grenade hovered in the air, motionless.

Rambo was slightly taken aback. The next second, Lin Chen rushed over and chopped the hovering grenade with his axe.

"boom!"

The violent explosion threw the demigod into the air, where he slammed to the ground several times.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Chen, wearing a trench coat, passed through the flames. He swung it sharply, raising his axe as his burnt-out trench coat turned into wreckage and flew away with the wind.

Before Rambo hit the ground, Lin Chen's axe slammed into his chest—

"Crack!"

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Chapter 47 The Old Catfish (10,000-word update, please vote!) (Four chapters + Five chapters)

"Ahhhh!"

Lambo was slammed to the ground by Lin Chen, the axe embedded in his chest, sizzling blood.

He looked at Lin Chen with a pained expression, gritting his teeth.

impossible...

Where the hell did this kid from the street come from? He came out with an axe and beat me up...

I'm a demigod, damn it, a gamma-level demigod...

Wait... an axe?

Rambo's eyes trembled slightly as he looked at the super alloy axe embedded in Lin Chen's chest.

“You fucking are…” he muttered under his breath, “a ghost…?”

In response to Rambo's question, Lin Chen reached out and slowly removed his mask.

Beneath the mask, his eyes gleamed with a deep blue light.

The gloomy sky pressed down on Lin Chen's back, and the overwhelming aura of fear rendered the demigod speechless.

“We met at Iron Face’s party,” he whispered. “You humiliated my friend, and it wasn’t convenient to deal with him then, but now you’re paying the price.”

"Damn it..." Rambo's pupils contracted sharply, "You..."

"Shh..."

Lin Chen extended his index finger and placed it in front of his lips.

“You have no chance to tell anyone,” he said in a low voice.

After saying that, Lin Chen twisted the switch on the axe and activated the Godslayer mode.

"boom!!!"

A violent burst of dark blue flames erupted, and Rambo screamed in agony.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

He wanted to use his superpowers, but the azure substance carrying them had already been overloaded by Godslayer Mode—

"Zizzizi..."

Within seconds, Rambo was burned to a pile of blackened bones.

"call."

Lin Chen stood up, dusted off his clothes, and crushed the axe into shards of glass.

He turned around and realized that the residents of Bengyu Town were watching him from a short distance away.

Their eyes were no longer as wary as before; instead, they held a hint of curiosity.

"You're safe now, but you should still go home first," Lin Chen called out. "These demigods might have accomplices. Safety first!"

The townspeople obediently dispersed, and Lin Chen only turned around after they had almost all left.

“Old man, come out,” he said.

An old man emerged from behind the damaged building and removed the bronze mask from his face:

It was that old guy fishing at the dock.

He had changed into a guerrilla uniform, with a chest armor on his back and a crossbow at his waist.

"Was it you who stopped firing that grenade just now?" Lin Chen asked.

When Rambo fired the grenade at Lin Chen, before he could react and use his ability to stop it, the grenade stopped on its own.

This means that someone secretly helped him.

Therefore, Lin Chen directly used "Mirage City" to find the location of the person secretly assisting him.

"it's me."

The old man nodded slightly, his posture was very upright, and every move he made carried a very firm air.

“Old Catfish, Commander-in-Chief of the Raintown Guerrilla Force,” he said calmly, “Welcome back to Raintown, Ghost.”

He directly referred to Lin Chen as a "ghost".

“It seems we’ve met before,” Lin Chen nodded.

“Rain Town welcomes you back,” the old catfish said softly. “While you were away, we upheld our traditions, and this place will always be your base.”

Oh my god, I feel really embarrassed talking to you like that. Does it seem like you're acting a bit too high-profile?

Looking at the old catfish's slightly lowered head, Lin Chen suddenly felt like he was playing the role of a "reincarnated great being".

He recalled the Raintown guerrillas, who had transformed into anomalous entities during the "scorched earth" campaign in the ruins of the ideal state, and how they had expressed the same respect to him.

But he knew that it was pointless to dwell on the exact nature of this "ghost of history."

They showed respect, which Lin Chen accepted, and he got things done—that was enough.

"How would you normally handle this situation?" Lin Chen pointed to Rambo's remains.

“Leave it on the grassland, and the vultures and wolves will take care of it,” the old catfish whispered. “Leave it all to nature.”

“Someone from the foundation will definitely come knocking on our door,” Lin Chen said. “Aren’t you afraid of retaliation?”

"Not afraid."

The old catfish crossed its arms over its chest.

"This place was the Foundation's graveyard during the Battle of Raintown. If it happens again, their fate won't be much different."

“They can kill us all, but they can’t kill the guerrillas. We will be reborn from the crowd again and again, one after another.”

The old catfish spoke these words casually, but Lin Chen felt a touch of sorrow.

After all, he had witnessed firsthand how guerrillas fought relentlessly in scorched-earth warfare.

Language is too thin to bear the weight of history.

"..."

At this moment, the bronze masked man led a group of guerrillas through the waves of grass. In the distance, the fire had been extinguished, clearly indicating that the fire-fighting measures prepared by the masked man were indeed effective in dealing with the white phosphorus.

"Dad, it's been a while since we've seen you in action," the bronze masked man said with a grin as he approached. "Has this guest caught your attention?"

"Father...?" Lin Chen glanced at the stern-faced old catfish and then suddenly realized.

So, 28 Shui Hua Street is someone else's home, and the old woman is his wife?

You've come to the right person.

“That fire is too dangerous,” the old catfish admonished. “Can’t you ask me first before using those city tricks?”

"Hey, look, I've got the fire under control, haven't I?" The bronze mask shrugged. "Besides, this trick worked, didn't it? Those Delta-level demigods' abilities are nothing special; the white phosphorus burned them to ashes. Now we've avenged Sanwazi and Tu Niu!"

“What if you lose control?” the old catfish said. “If you get killed, no one can put out the fire?”

Sensing the reproach in his father's words, the bronze mask's expression immediately turned serious.

“I’m strapped with explosives, filled with the blue industrial byproducts that neutralize white phosphorus,” he said earnestly. “Even if I die, I will put out the fire.”

The father and son looked at each other for a while, then the old catfish reached out and patted his son on the shoulder.

"Only by surviving can we protect Rain Town."

"Okay..."

"Alright, go with your godfather. You're useful to him."

"Godfather?" The bronze mask was taken aback.

The old catfish pointed at Lin Chen:

"From now on, he's your godfather. Come on, kowtow and call him 'ghost father'."

The bronze mask immediately triggered an earthquake in one pupil.

He looked at Lin Chen and realized that Lin Chen's pupils were still dizzy!

What the heck? We chatted for a bit, and I suddenly have a dad? The bronze mask was dumbfounded.

"This guy wants to be my godson?" Lin Chen frowned... rationally considering whether this was a gain or a loss.

I have a godson...? No, what does this have to do with me! Li Zhanyi gently patted his face.

“Work hard and learn from him,” the old catfish said sternly. “A crisis is imminent, so stop trying to fish in troubled waters every day.”

"Did you hear me!"

"Listen, I heard it."

The bronze mask glanced at Lin Chen and tilted its head.

"Do I really have to call you Dad?" he mouthed.

......

The helicopter slowly landed on the field, and not far away, the scorched grass was still smoking.

Beside the remains of the demigods, Lin Chen stuffed one after another of the dark blue balls into his mouth, enjoying a hearty meal.

The sight sent chills down the spine of the man in the bronze mask. He frowned and stared at Lin Chen with a look of utter disbelief.