I write obituaries for the gods

"Ah."

Wearing a raincoat, Lin Chen ventured alone into the depths of the slum.

He quickly found the restaurant where the Church of Mentis was hiding.

At the entrance of the restaurant, corpses hung high, mutilated and mangled.

Located in the center is the proprietress.

The girl looked terrified, her eyes wide open. Her body was covered in wounds and her clothes were disheveled.

As Lin Chen looked at the proprietress's face, a white light flashed before his eyes.

He saw artillery fire tearing through the sky, and the proprietress beckoning the children to come inside the shop for refuge.

At that moment, a figure descended from the sky; a demigod wearing an eagle mask and carrying wings walked into the shop.

The defender of democracy planted his rifle on the ground and looked down at the proprietress:

Where is the Crimson Bishop?

The proprietress looked timidly at the Democracy Guardian, swallowed hard, and then carefully took a plate of fried chicken bones from the counter next to her.

She handed the fried chicken bone to the Democracy Guardian.

"..."

Looking at the penetrating wound on the landlady's chest, Lin Chen's eyes turned somewhat gray.

He stepped into the restaurant, walked through the corpses scattered on the ground, and arrived at the end of the restaurant.

"..."

The red-robed cultist guarding the entrance to the ruins was dead. He leaned against the wall, his empty eyes staring straight ahead.

Lin Chen saw another flash of white light. He saw the red-clad cultists calling out the landlady's name, being pierced by a gunshot from a democratic defender and pinned to the wall.

Before he died, he let out a low growl:

"A ghost...the bishop isn't here!"

"..."

After receiving the information from the Red-Clothed Cult members, Lin Chen bent down and closed his eyes.

He turned around and pressed the earpiece:

"The Crimson Bishop is alright; he has already escaped."

"It seems their resistance is not over yet," Li Zhanyi said.

"Zhanyi, how are things on your end?" Lin Chen asked.

"The Red Gang's army has already entered the old city."

On the antenna tower, Li Zhanyi, dressed in camouflage, huddled up, observing the old city below through a sniper scope.

Four-legged mechs traversed the outline of the old city, advancing relentlessly and bombarding everything in their path.

"Why did they choose this time to launch a sudden attack? What are they trying to do?" Li Zhanyi murmured softly.

“The Red Gang couldn’t eliminate every Mentis follower, so they maintained a peaceful state for a long time,” Jiang Zhengge said. “Now that they’ve taken the initiative, it means they want to break that situation.”

"Could it be because Louis and Iron Face have lost power that the Red Gang wants to expand outwards and into the Pearl Beach area?" Lucy said.

Lin Chen shook his head:

"I think they are trying to advance by retreating."

"Is advancing a form of retreat?" Jiang Zhengge said.

“The Red Gang is the biggest boss in the Liberty District, so they must know that the Foundation has been acquiring the corpses of demigods,” Lin Chen said. “The Red Gang was previously aligned with Super America, but now, Mrs. Redfield is willing to risk retaliation from the defenders of democracy to actively cooperate with the Foundation, so she must know something.”

"For example... she knew that Rain City would soon be destroyed."

“A reasonable deduction,” Jiang Zhengge nodded, “she wanted to use chaos as a cover to retreat more calmly.”

“What a cunning fox…” Lucy sighed. “This is troublesome… Since they’ve already launched a surprise attack, hasn’t Mrs. Redfield already hidden in the harbor? Doesn’t our plan fall apart?”

"No, not at all."

Jiang Zhengge chuckled softly.

“You don’t understand her. This lady can suffer any hardship, but she cannot suffer any hardship in her quality of life. The port of Liberty District is a terrible place. She won’t lock herself in the port so early.”

"Really? There are people like this..." Li Zhanyi muttered.

“Never underestimate how strange the powerful can be. If you were to list all their quirks, it would be enough to fill a dictionary,” Jiang Zhengge laughed. “In fact, their initiative is a good way for us to force Mrs. Redfield to show herself.”

"What should we do?" Lin Chen asked.

“Destroy their main force and force her to give up her comfortable life and return to the port immediately.”

Jiang Zhengge put down his headset. At this moment, he was standing by the window of an unfinished building.

At his feet lay the corpses of a group of Red Gang bandits lying haphazardly.

"Lin Chen, go to the power line tower and meet at Zhan Yi," Jiang Zhengge said in a low voice. "I will send out a signal to lure the main force of the Red Gang into the slums."

"Once they have gathered, we will use the signal flares provided by our Eastern allies to have the aircraft carrier raze the slums to the ground."

“Good idea,” Lin Chen said. “Once the main force is destroyed, Mrs. Redfield will naturally have nowhere to retreat.”

"Evacuate as many civilians as possible," Li Zhanyi said softly. "This is truly an undeserved disaster..."

"Ah."

Lin Chen switched to a walkie-talkie and pressed the button:

"Xiao Qing, tell the Crimson Bishop to have them evacuate the crowd and leave the slums."

"They're already doing it!" came the voice from the bronze mask. "But...which way are they running?"

“Mingzhu Beach District,” Lin Chen said, “our people are outside.”

......

Mingzhu Beach District, the bridge spanning the river.

Wang Pan led a group of people to stand in the middle of the bridge, with an array of four-legged mechs behind them.

“I never dreamed that we would be taking in Mentish refugees in this lifetime…” Wang Pan said in a low voice. “They’ve caused quite a stir before.”

Don't think like that.

Bruce, dressed in deep-sea armor, stood beside Wang Pan, looking incredibly energetic.

“After venturing deep into the warp, I discovered that these bastards weren’t just messing around,” Bruce said. “There are fucking fragments of history in the warp, can you believe it?”

“No matter what, they’ve done a lot of bad things…” Wang Pan said.

“Those who do bad things are not all the same people as this group,” Bruce waved his hand. “Imagine, in this chaotic world, if you were a refugee, and you could eat as long as you believed Mentis taught you, would you believe it?”

That's what they say...

Wang Pan seemed to want to say something more, but in the end she just sighed deeply.

"I'm so tired," he simply sighed.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted too," Bruce sighed. "After swimming in the warp for so long, and now that we're out, the whole place is a complete mess..."

......

"Tang Xiaoren is insisting on coming in to fight, saying she can't wait..."

"Let her be patient a little longer; we'll need her when we attack the port."

In the abandoned square in the center of the slum, Jiang Zhengge tied a red cloth high up and then picked up the walkie-talkie he had obtained from the Red Gang.

"We've found the headquarters of the Mentis Cult!" Jiang Zhengge lowered his voice. "The location is..."

"..."

Will they believe it?

On the antenna tower, Lin Chen and Li Zhanyi looked down at the slums below.

The antenna tower is located not far from the square, offering a clear panoramic view.

“They won’t be stupid enough to be fooled by what you, Lao Jiang, say, but they will definitely use a subspace lens to examine this area,” Hua Luo Ri’s voice came. “At that time, they will discover… a subspace rift in this square.”

"Really?" Li Zhanyi looked around through the sniper scope. "I don't see anything..."

"Because I have to personally tear open the crack, silly girl." Hua Luori laughed.

"Oh...!" Li Zhanyi suddenly realized, scratching his head, "Hehe... Senior, you are really creative."

"No problem. After you and your brother Lin fire the signal flares, just make a rope and run away. The long-range missiles on an aircraft carrier are no joke."

"Roger that!"

......

In a room on the second floor of the mansion, Mrs. Redfield was knitting a sweater while watching the screen in front of her.

On the screen, the Red Gang is rapidly clearing out the slums, taking down the Church of Mentis' strongholds one by one.

“Report the extent of the damage,” Mrs. Redfield murmured.

"We've lost 20% of our forces," the report came in. "The Mentis guerrillas are still reckless; they traded their lives for several of our quadruped mechs."

“Don’t underestimate them; their willpower far surpasses ours,” Mrs. Redfield breathed a soft sigh of relief. “How are the preparations at the port going?”

"The Ocean Cruiser has begun its final pre-launch checks," the communication came through.

"Very good. Let me know as soon as you are ready."

Mrs. Redfield hung up the phone and continued knitting.

Beside her, the young guard spoke again:

"Auntie, aren't we...going to the port now?"

“If we go to the port now, that idiot Democrat will figure out what we’re going to do,” Mrs. Redfield explained kindly. “No rush… let things take their course…”

“I’m worried the Bureau of Investigation could break in at any moment,” the guard said. “Their martial spirit…”

"It's okay. If the FBI really comes, we'll cooperate with them and sell out Director Louis."

Mrs. Redfield looked up and smiled at the guard.

"Right now, all we need to do is figure out how to get out of Rain City and sell what we leave behind for a good price. The rest... doesn't matter..."

......

"Sir, the area has been cleared."

"Ah."

Beside the quadruped mecha, the Democracy Guardian took the tablet and glanced at the data on it.

"Burn down all the houses!" he shouted, "Drive those rats out!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Amidst the raging flames, figures struggled and ran, then scattered like burnt-out firewood.

Seeing this magnificent sight before him, the defenders of democracy smiled.

He loved the feeling of giving orders.

During the American unification wars, he was a soldier who followed his brother's orders; he was essentially a tool.

And now, he commands an army!

"This is fucking a great place, my K/D ratio is going to drop so fast," the Democracy Guardian muttered. "If I keep killing like this, my K/D ratio will surpass my brother's, hehe... hahaha!"

His entire life was overshadowed by his brother.

The Eagle of Freedom, the defender of the White House, the guardian angel of Super America, and the supreme Alpha-level demigod.

"I love this feeling so much..."

Seeing the Democratic Guardian drooling and laughing wildly, the surrounding soldiers dared not approach to disturb him.

Only after his expression seemed less manic did a technician carefully hand him the tablet.

"Sir, we scanned the 'Cult of Mentis' gathering point' that appeared in the previous radio frequency band using a subspace lens, and there does indeed appear to be a spatial rift there..."