I write obituaries for the gods

“Oh? It seems the Crimson Bishop is so merciful that he is willing to bring his believers into the subspace.”

The defender of democracy grinned in a horrifying arc.

"Great..." he murmured, "This is wonderful... Killing the Crimson Bishop... My battle merits will increase several ranks again!"

He swung his spear and shouted:

"Marching! Let's wipe out those Mentis scum!"

......

"They are approaching their combat position," Li Zhanyi said softly.

Lin Chen lay down beside Li Zhanyi, observing the marching movements in the slum through binoculars.

"These quadruped mechs...they're all products of the Bureau of Investigation," Lin Chen said in a low voice. "Louis made a fortune reselling public assets..."

"Do you think we'll ever meet him again?" Li Zhanyi asked softly.

"As long as he stands in our way, we will definitely do it."

The veins on the back of Lin Chen's hand throbbed slightly a few times.

"This time, if you can't bring yourself to do it, let me do it."

He didn't want Li Zhanyi to go through such a cruel experience.

It's understandable that girls are more sentimental.

Lin Chen decided to shoulder this responsibility.

“Fire everywhere,” Li Zhanyi said softly. “Look…they’re practically setting fires wherever they go…”

Despite the torrential rain, the fire did not diminish at all; clearly, they used fuel to intensify the blaze.

“He’s a madman,” Lin Chen said in a low voice. “But if we’re lucky, we can take down the defenders of democracy today.”

“I hope so,” Jiang Zhengge said.

In the square, Jiang Zhengge looked at the small display screen on his wrist. The map on the screen was synchronized with Li Zhanyi's field of vision, showing the enemy's location.

Not far away, Black Sword was slashing wildly with her sword, creating cracks along her blade.

"what!"

"Hey!"

"Whoa!"

Black Sword was having a blast, the heavy mech moving nimbly under her control.

"The Red Gang's army is almost here," Jiang Zhengge shouted. "Black Sword Number One, it's time to go!"

"Let's go!"

Upon hearing Jiang Zhengge's shout, Hei Jian immediately sheathed his sword and ran away quickly.

The two of them squeezed into the alley and rushed toward the gap in the enemy's encirclement.

Not long after, the first quadruped mech drove into the abandoned plaza.

The democratic fighter jumped off the vehicle, looked up, and the first thing he saw was the red cloth on the flagpole.

A sickly smile spread across his face as he shouted:

"Crimson Archbishop! Get out here!"

"..."

In response, a green flare rose into the sky.

"...?"

Chapter Thirty-Four: Defenders of Democracy

Rain falls in the southeast of the sea.

Amidst the torrential rain, a fleet strike group from the East cruised across the waves.

Just a few months ago, two carrier strike groups were buried in this sea area, and the wreckage of the Space Islands can be seen in the distance, resembling a dying old sea turtle.

"Allied signal flares detected."

"Received, targeting in progress."

On the bridge, Ru Mo looked thoughtfully at the markers on the radar chart.

“Oh...they plan to bombard Mrs. Redfield’s army and force her into a disadvantageous position…” The girl nodded slightly.

That really is... a simple and crude solution.

"But then again, he's a ghost, and he never hesitates to do things properly." Ru Mo sighed softly.

"Miss Rumo, the launch loading is complete," the first mate said, leaning over. "We can launch at any time."

"Then let's launch it!"

His dark gaze was fixed on the sea outside the porthole.

"Dongfeng Express, always ready to help!" She stretched vigorously.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

......

"Sir, there's no trace of any Mentis cultists here..."

"Shut up, I can fucking tell."

The defender of democracy tore down the red cloth from the flagpole, smelled it, and frowned.

"This aura..." he murmured, "belongs to an old man... a heavy drinker... chronically in a state of poor health..."

He threw the red cloth down and waved his hand forcefully.

"Search! Search them!" the democracy defender shouted. "They must still be nearby! They couldn't have gone far!"

"Sir! What's that in the sky!" a soldier shouted.

What's in the sky?

The defenders of democracy raised their heads and looked up at the sky.

He saw the dazzling missile exhaust plume.

The next second, flames instantly engulfed most of the slum's outline—

"boom!!!!!!!!!!"

Lin Chen and Li Zhanyi had just jumped off the zipline from the antenna tower when they felt a surge of air behind them.

"Wow!"

Li Zhanyi slipped and almost fell off the roof, but fortunately Lin Chen caught her quickly.

"My God..." Li Zhanyi stared blankly at the distant explosion, "This...this...this..."

Before she could even marvel at the immense power of the explosion, more flames rained down from the sky—

"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!"

This time, the explosion covered a wider area and caused more complete destruction.

"Is our hometown's military budget really that large?" Lin Chen asked, sweating profusely.

"Old Jiang, any news from the Red Gang?" Li Zhanyi pressed his earpiece.

“They are collapsing,” Jiang Zhengge’s voice came through, “No… the troops on the outskirts are starting to regroup… the defenders of democracy are still alive!”

The moment Jiang Zhengge shouted those words, Lin Chen felt something move in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a shadow pierce through the gray clouds, heading straight for him!

"Get out of the way, Zhanyi!"

Lin Chen shoved Zhan Yi away, but Zhan Yi had already foreseen this moment and had intended to shove Lin Chen away as well.

Unfortunately, she was no match for Lin Chen's strength.

"Om——"

Lin Chen felt a violent impact on his abdomen, and the next second, he was grabbed by a black shadow that fell from the sky and lifted into the air!

"ghost!!!"

The defenders of democracy held Lin Chen tightly in the abdomen and carried him into the sky.

"Pathetic scum! To actually betray us and side with the East!" the Democracy Guardian roared.

"I'm originally from the East..."

Lin Chen struck the Democracy Guardian's body with his elbows, once, twice, three times, but he couldn't inflict any effective damage on him.

Just as he was preparing to project his power to deal with the defenders of democracy, this American demigod gave a wicked smile—

"Hahaha! Get out of here!"

Having said that, the democracy defender suddenly grabbed Lin Chen's shoulder and threw him downwards—

"boom!"

Watching Lin Chen spin and disappear into the clouds, the Democracy Guardian wiped away a bead of sweat.

"Ghosts... are nothing special..."

He laughed, and his whole body trembled with laughter! He did this almost every time he encountered a formidable enemy.

As long as you take the enemy high into the air and throw them down, gravity will solve everything.

Those winged creatures that are stupid enough to swoop down and fight people... they're all utterly pathetic.

"Next up are those idiots in the Investigation Bureau..."

The defenders of democracy spread their arms and swooped down toward the clouds, deciding to return to the ground.

He recalled the girl who followed the ghost... she was quite cute; girls from the East were a rare find...

Just as the defender of democracy was lost in thought, he passed through the clouds.

A gun barrel protrudes from the clouds—

"Bang!!!"

Accompanied by the illusory sound of whales, a huge hole was blasted through the chest of the defender of democracy!

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. He looked at the clouds in astonishment—he saw Lin Chen floating among the clouds, holding a shotgun.

“You…can fly…” the Democracy Guardian murmured.

“Yes,” Lin Chen said.

The Democracy Guardian spun and plummeted to the ground, crashing into the roof of the slum, through rows of dilapidated bricks and tiles, and finally landing in an old workshop.

The triangular door opened, and Lin Chen walked into the blacksmith shop, carrying a superalloy axe in his hand.

"I heard you're pretty tough," Lin Chen said as he walked. "Let me see."

He grabbed the defender of democracy by the head and slammed it hard against the corner of a broken table—

"Crack!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Before the defenders of democracy could even scream at their highest pitch, Lin Chen brought his axe down—

"Crack!"

The defender of democracy died on the spot.

"Lin Chen! Are you alright?" Li Zhanyi's voice came through the earpiece.

“It’s nothing,” Lin Chen pressed his earpiece, “I’ve taken care of him.”

He walked to the body of the defender of democracy and bent down to examine it.

Strangely, no dark blue bubbles seeped out.

“No…” Lin Chen frowned.