I write obituaries for the gods

"Be yourself, Triton. Stop pretending to be someone else. This is not you."

"..."

Triton looked at Xilena with confusion, trying hard to understand her words.

When his son Bakht was killed by a ghost, he showed no emotion whatsoever, and was even reprimanded by Xileina for it.

But now, he felt a strange sadness surging in his heart.

Is this his sorrow? Or is it simply that this body "instinctively" feels sorrow?

Looking into Xileina's deep blue eyes, Triton said softly:

"But you are my only family."

tide Lena's lips trembled slightly.

She forced a smile:

“You are my only family,” she said, “even if you are not my brother.”

After saying that, Xileina gently hugged Triton and then took two steps back.

Goodbye, take care of yourself.

She waved, turned and walked towards the distant beach, never looking back.

Triton stood there, blood still stained his cheeks. He looked so terrifying, like a grim reaper who had just taken a life in the night—but a grim reaper would not grieve, nor would he stand there helplessly like a child who had done something wrong.

For some reason, he recalled the opening of his sister's concert and murmured it aloud:

“Rombalo, King of the Roma,” Triton murmured softly, “you are fearless, you are brave, you are undaunted by hardship…”

You will lead us...out of the hurricane...

Under the cover of night, Triton stood for a long time, until the stars shifted and the sun painted the horizon white.

As the blinding light struck, he turned his head and looked towards the horizon.

“Mr. Triton, the USS John F. Kennedy is beginning its operational deployment,” Mr. Z’s voice came through the headset. “We need you to take command of the battle.”

"Let's start the war."

Triton pressed his earpiece, turned towards the horizon, and his eyes gleamed with a deep blue light.

"Rombalo, King of the Roma..."

He muttered to himself, a ferocious expression gradually forming on his face.

"I will take the enemy's head for you!"

He growled like a true Rom hunter!

......

"Attention! The Foundation is deploying air power!"

"Hey! Wake up! Wake up! The show's about to begin!"

In the office of the Rapid Response Division, Lin Chen, who was sleeping next to his desk, was awakened by the noise coming from his earpiece.

He vaguely raised his head and pressed the earpiece:

“You’re awake,” he said. “Has it begun?”

"It's started. I'm in the command center. Come and see for yourself."

Lin Chen got up and looked at Li Zhanyi beside him—the girl was still sleeping.

"Damp clothes, damp clothes, wake up."

Lin Chen gently poked Zhan Yi's face, poking and poking and poking, many times.

"Ugh... what are you doing..."

Li Zhanyi woke up groggily, raised his head, and there was still some drool at the corner of his mouth.

"Gather together," Lin Chen said, taking out a handkerchief to wipe Li Zhanyi's mouth. "The operation is about to begin."

"Gathered...gathered, gathered!"

The female college student unleashed a terrifying burst of energy, as if she had overslept and missed her major class. She suddenly sprang up from her stool and rushed towards the washroom, so fast that Lin Chen thought she had awakened some new spiritual awareness.

Ten minutes later, the two entered the joint operations center almost simultaneously and went to the giant screen window.

Upon seeing the view outside the window, Lin Chen immediately understood what Jiang Zhengge meant.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

Fighter jets were flying rapidly across the sky, heading towards the coastline.

Among them were figures—demigods flying alongside fighter jets!

On the street, people stopped and took photos of the sky with their phones.

"This morning, Super America issued a statement indicating that it will make 'limited intervention' in the Space Islands, citing the Foundation's illegal killing of a U.S. military demigod and its attempt to deploy dangerous orbital weapons."

Jiang Zhengge appeared beside Lin Chen and Li Zhanyi at some point.

He gazed at the rising sun outside the window, his brow furrowed.

"The war has begun," Jiang Zhengge said in a low voice.

......

Chapter 61 Operation Codename: Black Morning Star

"According to United News, a U.S. carrier strike group is approaching Utah, and the Utah city government is negotiating with the USS John F. Kennedy."

"The foundation issued a statement saying that the demigod will guarantee the safety of the rain capital and hopes that all citizens will stay at home as much as possible and not go out."

"Family members! We've arrived at this coastline again today. Let's take a look at the sky: Wow, a demigod! Wow! A fighter jet! Please follow me, guys, and stay a while longer, otherwise I'll have to run away... Thanks to 'Why Don't You Go Die' for the sports car! 666, I wish you immortality..."

"Notice of Postponement and Refund for Xilena Boswell's 'Romballo' World Tour Concert in Chengdu (Rainy City)..."

"Citizens of the Rain City, we are currently experiencing a turning point in history..."

In front of the camera, tide Leina's expression carried a faint trace of sadness.

“I am not a senior member of the foundation, and there are many things I don’t know, so I can’t promise you too much,” she gently shook her head. “What I want to say is, don’t be afraid of change, don’t be afraid of challenges.”

"Protect your family."

"......"

As Hua Molan pressed the button, the image on the large screen disappeared.

"The current public opinion environment is terrible, but overall, because of the recent craze for entertainment to the death, the residents' emotions have not completely spiraled out of control."

Hua Molan turned her head and glanced at everyone in the joint operations hall.

"It must be said that the foundation's methods of manipulating public opinion have indeed done something worthwhile; at least there won't be any sudden large-scale erosion incidents."

"What's the situation on the sea?" Marcus asked.

Louis stood up, pressed a button on the tablet, and projected the drone's monitoring footage into the hall.

“Both sides are still on the verge of testing each other, and it’s unclear when a conflict might break out,” Louis said. “At present, it doesn’t seem likely to escalate into armed conflict in the short term.”

"The Super America War Foundation, what a show," Jiang Zhengge nodded slightly. "How are our comrades' deployments?"

“The Second Armed Division has completed its deployment,” Wang Pan said. “The First Armed Division is on its way back, but it will take until the next day or the day after to get into position.”

"It's alright, we have sufficient manpower," Hua Molan said.

“Let’s keep an eye on the situation. Once the war starts, we’ll find an opportunity to infiltrate the Space Islands, upload the virus, and run away,” Jiang Zhengge said.

So everyone waited in the joint operations hall.

This wait lasted for more than ten hours.

The Yudu Air Force and the U.S. Air Force probed each other several times, but neither side fired first.

The demigods of Yudu flew around on the sea, and the two demigod combinations, "Wave Squad" and "Peace Elite", joined the battle. Some demigods even started live streaming on site.

"Special forces soldiers, I'm also patrolling the sea today."

In the live stream, a demigod wearing a bulletproof helmet takes a close-up selfie with the seascape rushing past in the background.

"I will protect Yudu!" Peace Elite's captain, "Bulletproof Head," nodded solemnly. "Kids! Yes! Look over there, the US aircraft carrier doesn't dare come near me!"

Li Zhanyi inexplicably became addicted to this idiotic live stream and stayed in it all day.

"He's a demigod for kids, you know that?" Li Zhanyi nudged Lin Chen. "He's so funny. He makes those videos of fighting bad guys for kids every day, and his acting is terrible. You can tell he doesn't want to do it."

“There’s even a track like this…” Lin Chen remarked.

"Haha, look at him," Li Zhanyi gently bumped his shoulder against Lin Chen and patted him repeatedly, "Look at him asking for gifts again, but Little Spicy Strips doesn't have any money to buy gifts, hahahaha."

In the live stream, a bulletproof helmet is being pointed directly at someone's face and shouted:

"Hey everyone, let's send some spicy snacks! If we win this PK, we'll get a close-up look at a US aircraft carrier. Let me show you the bad guys, okay?"

Nobody paid him any attention; the chat was flooded with messages: people asking to team up, offering to add him as a friend and give him a free weapon skin, and offering to help him rank up for free...

Lin Chen could clearly sense that the bulletproof head was getting increasingly impatient, but he still had to hold his nerve and not let his image be ruined.

Isn't this a form of torture?

"At a time like this, they still want to make money through live streaming? That's too absurd," Lin Chen complained.

“After all, he’s usually a nobody, but now that he’s finally on the front lines, he’ll definitely take the opportunity to make some money,” Li Zhanyi chuckled, covering his mouth. “I want to see if he can win even one PK today.”

Upon looking at it, the setting sun dyed the horizon red.

Throughout the day, the two sides maintained a relatively balanced state, and no formal conflict occurred.

......

In the command center of the USS John F. Kennedy, Professor M gazed out the window, completely at ease.

He wasn't in a hurry at all, because he wasn't the one who should be in a hurry.

It is a foundation.

The entire space islands are currently within range of the carrier strike group, and they can launch an attack immediately once the rockets are launched.

Therefore, the foundation must take the initiative first.

If the foundation makes the first move, their retaliation will have a legitimate reason.

At this moment, the admiral walked up behind Professor M:

"Professor M, the White House has sent a message saying it's almost time to take action."

"Is it almost time to make a move?" Professor M frowned. "Haven't we launched it yet?"

The admiral leaned close to Professor M's ear and whispered a few words.

"Fuck!" Professor M slammed his fist on the edge of his wheelchair. "That bitch, Xilena Boswell, has played us all! What kind of intelligence work did you do?"

“Our infiltration operation failed because of Mephisto’s death,” the admiral said, his head bowed. “If Mephisto hadn’t died, our hideout in Rain City wouldn’t have been exposed, and we might have been able to gather some intelligence.”

“I know! Damn it! Tom Connaught is responsible for all of this! The person who killed him put us a step behind!”

Professor M hadn't been this angry in a long time.

The last time he was this angry was when he wanted to unleash his power and had "Black Tyrant" whip his back hard, which resulted in a broken spine and confining him to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

This feeling of anger... is like a fire burning up my chest and shooting straight to my head...

Cool...

Professor M showed a satisfied expression.

“Then prepare for war,” Professor M said, panting. “They’ll know what pain is…”

The admiral nodded, then turned and shouted towards the command center:

"All ships! Prepare to deploy missiles! Let's have some fun with those two actresses!"

The John F. Kennedy was up and running, and fighter jets took off, soaring into the sky—

"Buzz!"

"..."

"The US military is making a move," Jiang Zhengge said, looking at the radar screen in the command center. "They are deploying into battle formation..."