I write obituaries for the gods

“Take my advice, Guardian,” Mrs. Redfield laughed. “Turn a blind eye. It’s better to stay in Liberty and be a mountain king than to go back to be your brother’s vassal, or end up like your little brother, Captain Falcon, who was torn to pieces by the Foundation’s demigods.”

“Triton is dead,” the Democracy Guardian growled.

“You didn’t kill him, the ghost did,” Mrs. Redfield shrugged. “Don’t forget, the ghost is coming this way. Isn’t it good to have more cannon fodder to take your place?”

"If a ghost comes, I will kill it myself."

The Democracy Guardian put away his rifle and looked down at Mrs. Redfield.

"But don't let me find out that you betrayed me."

“I won’t betray you, how could I? I’m just a defenseless old woman,” Mrs. Redfield chuckled. “Go back to your post, and you’ll soon have your chance to prove yourself.”

“Show your skills…” the defender of democracy squinted his eyes.

"Didn't you aspire to be like your brother, Freedom Eagle, a victorious general who has killed countless people?"

Mrs. Redfield's expression grew increasingly kind:

"You'll have your chance soon."

"You better not be lying to me..."

Having said that, the defender of democracy turned and walked towards the door, leaping into the sky—

"boom!"

Watching his retreating figure, the young Blood Gang guard stepped forward and closed the door.

"Auntie, aren't you afraid of that madman?" he murmured.

"What's the use of being afraid? A demigod will never reason with you. If he wants to kill you, you have to die."

Mrs. Redfield continued knitting, acting as if nothing had happened.

"He wouldn't dare kill me, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered talking to him so much; it's better for everyone to keep appearances..."

"It's truly terrifying," the guard sighed. "Demigods like Miss Xileina are becoming increasingly rare..."

"Her? She's different."

Mrs. Redfield remembered that sunny afternoon and the girl who jumped off the balcony.

“Even someone like her is rare these days,” she murmured softly.

......

"Defender of Democracy, Demigod of the American Army, Brother of the Eagle of Freedom."

Hua Luo Ri retrieved the demigod's information from the archives.

"This guy is not easy to deal with... He has been confirmed to have been killed in several encounters, but has since become active again."

"Is it a stand-in?" Li Zhanyi asked.

“Unlikely, he displayed extremely high skill in those skirmishes…” Hua Luori shook his head. “He is skilled with spears and has a strong throwing power, almost like firing a cannon.”

"The American demigod who throws long spears... I vaguely remember him." Lin Chen nodded.

On the night he escaped the Bureau of Investigation, he did indeed see a similar demigod.

If he remembered correctly, the guy was hit by an RPG and died instantly.

And yet he's still incredibly active...

“It’s either a clone or it has a very strong ability to repair itself,” Lin Chen said. “Whichever it is, I estimate it’s at least Beta level.”

“They bring out all the hard stuff when there’s a war, like numerical inflation…” Li Zhanyi muttered under his breath, “They only dared to push things like Optimus Prime before, and even Captain England could take over and eat the leftovers.”

“After all, Gamma-class is easier to control and makes it easier to perform limited shows in public,” Hua Molan explained. “Beta-class has already been included in the scope of real war weapons. Think about the Storm-class; if it gets out of control, the Foundation won’t have an easy time cleaning it up.”

“If the Democracy Guardians are cooperating with the Red Gang, then even if we avoided them before, we can’t avoid the port,” Lin Chen said. “Hmm... we do need stronger firepower.”

"In short, let's start with the Church of Mentis."

As the sun sets, a map of the Liberty district unfolds.

"The Church of Mentice is mainly concentrated in the slums on the east side. Their clergy are usually very well hidden, and most of those who are active in the open are just believers."

“To be honest, I still think asking the Mentis for help... might not be a good idea,” Lucy murmured.

“Whether we cooperate with the Mentis Church or not, they are destined to be the victors in this operation,” Jiang Zhengge said. “With the fall of the Red Gang, the Mentis Church will grow exponentially. Rather than letting this expansion grow wildly, it is better to control it in advance.”

"Does that mean... we'll deal with the Mentis Cult as well?" Lin Chen frowned.

"I'm afraid it will be very difficult. Even if the Crimson Bishop is killed, faith is hard to sever," Hua Luori shook his head. "Moreover, if that bishop were to die under these circumstances, it would actually help him achieve godhood..."

“Given the current situation, the best approach is to let them fight like dogs,” Jiang Zhengge said thoughtfully. “Therefore, we need a tempting enough offer to not only get the Mentis Church to provide us with intelligence, but also to make them fight for us.”

"So here's the question: what would a group of madmen who peer into history through fragments of the subspace like?" Lin Chen asked.

Everyone fell into deep thought.

“I do have… an idea…” Lin Chen muttered.

"What idea?"

All eyes were on Lin Chen.

"It's very simple."

Lin Chen chuckled softly.

"Since they like to go crazy in the Warp, let's send them there."

......

Liberty District, a slum.

Beside the border line, a bronze mask dressed in red awaited Lin Chen.

"May the great Mentis bless you," the bronze mask bowed reverently to Lin Chen. "Gentlemen, it is a great fate that we meet again."

Upon seeing the bronze mask and Lin Chen greet each other, the red-robed soldiers guarding the roadside lowered their weapons, and their gazes immediately became much more amiable.

"This way, please." The bronze mask flicked its sleeve lightly.

The atmosphere in the slum was much more peaceful than Lin Chen had imagined. There were almost no traces of violence. People quietly looked up from under the dilapidated eaves, gazing at the hanging wind spirits, and prayed softly.

"I never expected that your connection would come in handy."

Lin Chen and Li Zhanyi followed behind the bronze mask, looking around at the surrounding slums.

“They seemed to have absolutely no hostility,” Li Zhanyi said.

"Of course, I'm a cardinal..."

With a flick of his sleeve, the bronze mask looked quite pleased with himself.

"You can think of it as me being a minor clergyman, someone who keeps my word."

"You didn't do anything outrageous when you joined the cult, did you?" Lin Chen frowned.

"Oh no...you're starting to sound a bit like my father when he's questioning me..."

The bronze mask sighed softly, its gaze lingering briefly on a puddle by the roadside.

"Actually, the people Mentis teaches are... kinder than you think?"

“Kindness? Does all that stuff on the dark web count as kindness?” Li Zhanyi’s jaw tightened.

“If they created the Black Web, then of course they’re the bad guys,” the bronze mask said. “But the problem is, they grew out of that pile of rotting garbage from the Black Web. To blame that garbage for existing, you have to trace it back to the people who created it. You can’t blame maggots for a dirty toilet…”

“Your analogy…” Lin Chen said with a pained expression.

"You get what I mean, right? In short, the Church of Mentis is indeed an organization that tries to create order and regulate the industry in that pile of garbage. They don't have many hobbies; at most, they try to sneak into the warp and peer into that pile of indescribable things, trying to find the truth of the world within it..."

As the bronze mask spoke, his tone lost its previous frivolity and became low and somber.

"In the end, they are a group of poor people trying to find solace in a bleak reality. I trust them more than those who pollute the whole environment."

Lin Chen stared at the bronze mask for a while, then said softly:

"Don't pity the desperados; they won't hold back when they attack you."

"Of course, one thing at a time. If they did something wrong, they still have to pay the price."

At this moment, the bronze mask led Lin Chen to stop in front of a restaurant.

"This is the place, let's go."

Although it's called a restaurant, Lin Chen felt he would never eat here in his life.

At the restaurant entrance, he watched as a dark-skinned young man threw a large bag on the ground, opened it, revealing its contents—

A huge pile of leftover chicken bones.

Judging from the appearance, these things were probably collected from outside trash cans, most likely from restaurants frequented by the upper class.

Lin Chen saw the proprietress soak the chicken bones in water to treat them before walking into the restaurant.

Upon entering the restaurant, Lin Chen saw a plate of chicken bones being stir-fried in a wok, surrounded by various seasonings...

"My God... authentic Sichuan-style chicken..." Li Zhanyi was dumbfounded.

"Won't this make you sick if you eat it?" Lin Chen looked at the bronze mask.

"Of course, many people in the slums get sick from eating this kind of recycled food..."

The bronze mask shrugged.

"But they had no choice."

At this moment, the proprietress noticed Lin Chen's gaze.

She turned her head, and Lin Chen saw her face clearly: a girl in her early twenties with a face full of collagen that was dirty.

When she met Lin Chen's gaze, she smiled shyly and held out the plate of chicken bones to him.

No... miss, thank you for your kindness, but you should eat it yourself...

Lin Chen smiled politely at the proprietress.

"Come on, this way."

The bronze mask led Lin Chen to the back of the restaurant, where a red-robed cultist was waiting.

“I have brought guests who have come to see the Crimson Archbishop.” The bronze mask nodded slightly.

“The Crimson Bishop is not seeing anyone right now,” the parishioner said, extending his hand toward the door. “Please leave.”

"Uh..."

The bronze mask turned its head to look at Lin Chen, then turned to look at the believer.

"However, this guest is very important..."

"The bishop is unavailable, I'm sorry, brother," the parishioner bowed slightly, "Please find another time to visit..."

The bronze mask seemed to want to say something more, at which point Lin Chen stepped forward:

“Tell the Crimson Bishop that the ghost wants to see him.”

Upon hearing this, the red-robed cult members froze.

He nodded solemnly to Lin Chen, then turned and went upstairs to inquire.

"What the... Dad..." The bronze mask looked at Lin Chen in disbelief, "What's going on?"

“According to convention, this is usually the case,” Lin Chen sighed. “It’s always surprisingly effective, and it becomes instinctive without us even realizing it.”

"Did you bring that sci-fi horror mask?" Li Zhanyi gently poked Lin Chen's back.

"I brought it."

Lin Chen casually stretched out his hand, and the mask was projected onto the screen.

Because this mask is "unique" in history, it will be teleported over by Lin Chen as soon as he projects it.

very convenient.

"Snapped!"

Lin Chen flicked his hand, and the mask disappeared again.

"If he misbehaves later, just wear this mask to scare him," Li Zhanyi chuckled.

"Okay." Lin Chen gave a thumbs up.