I write obituaries for the gods

Previous investigations had mentioned that the defenders of democracy were able to return after many defeats, which Lin Chen had assumed was due to some kind of powerful bodily regeneration ability.

Once the head is off, there's no way you can repair the body.

"It seems it's not body repair..." Lin Chen murmured. "It seems..."

At this moment, Li Zhanyi's voice came:

"Attack at eight o'clock!"

Lin Chen reacted swiftly, violently hurling his superalloy axe behind him. Almost simultaneously, a wall in the workshop exploded—

"Oh!"

"Crack!"

"Ahhh!"

The Democracy Guardian flew through the wall into the workshop, and the moment he met Lin Chen, half of his wing was chopped off by an axe, and he fell to the ground.

The demigod struggled to his feet, only to see Lin Chen reach out and send the super alloy axe flying back into his hand.

“I swear… I will kill you and that little bitch together…” the Democracy Guardian gritted his teeth.

"Looks like you can split yourself in two," Lin Chen muttered softly, "Wait... multiples?"

"Damn it! You'll never know!"

The defender of democracy roared and swung his spear at Lin Chen—

"Clang clang clang!"

Lin Chen blocked three attacks in succession, sparks flew, and dark blue and fiery red splashed in the air.

He lunged forward, engaging in fierce combat with the defenders of democracy.

The Democracy Guardian was very strong, but the confined space limited his strength, and Lin Chen's projected strength was no less than his.

Lin Chen quickly gained the upper hand.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

With three consecutive blows, Lin Chen quickly rendered the defenders of democracy completely helpless.

Seizing the opportunity, he activated the projection and used spatial power to cleave—

"Pfft!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Lin Chen subdued the democracy defender in a few moves. The defender screamed and fell to his knees, his Stars and Stripes uniform covered in blood.

"Crack!"

The defenders of democracy knelt on the ground, their Stars and Stripes uniforms stained with blood.

He hung his head, and the next second, Lin Chen pulled his head up, forcing him to look directly at him.

"Are you scared?" Lin Chen asked softly.

In that instant, Lin Chen saw fear in the demigod's eyes.

But that fleeting moment of fear was enough—

"Zizzizi!"

A white lightning bolt exploded before Lin Chen's eyes, and through the "Mirage City," the memories of the defenders of democracy fragmented and rapidly surfaced.

"Give me the best protein! I need protein!"

"I need the wings of an eagle! Give me the best eagle!"

"I need a horse's heart and lungs! Give me a horse's heart and lungs!"

"I need kangaroo muscles! Give me a kangaroo!"

In the dark room, the demigod continuously devoured flesh and blood. Each time he devoured a portion of flesh and blood, he gained the characteristics of that portion.

He grew wings like an eagle, his heart and lungs were as strong as a horse's, and his muscles were as defined as a kangaroo's.

His body gradually became perfect, and then...

"Give me people! More people!"

"I want to eat people! Turn them into my guns!"

"I want them to go to the front lines in my place!"

"Ahhhh!"

In the dark room, the defender of democracy tore himself apart, splitting him in two.

"Ha!"

The defender of democracy's eyes trembled violently. He looked at Lin Chen in horror, at Lin Chen's deep blue eyes.

"You...how did you..."

"So all these things... are pieces of yourself that you tore apart," Lin Chen chuckled. "You call yourself a guardian, but all you dare to do is split those you've devoured into puppets to replace you on the front lines?"

"Fuck! Fuck squid!"

The defenders of democracy roared, their eyes blazing with a deep blue light.

"They all sacrificed themselves for democracy!" shouted the defenders of democracy. "They all—"

"Crack!"

Lin Chen ended the life of the democratic defender with a single axe blow.

Immediately afterward, Lin Chen kicked the dead demigod to the ground, flicked the blood off his axe, and then turned and walked towards the door:

"Note that the Democracy Guardian's ability is 'devouring and splitting'. Theoretically, he can create countless flesh puppets. However, judging from the fact that these puppets are very powerful, I deduce that he can only maintain a limited number at a time."

“There are no other defenders of democracy on the battlefield at the moment,” Jiang Zhengge’s voice came. “It seems that the other flesh and blood puppets have all gone to protect the main body.”

"What a coward," Lin Chen muttered.

At that moment, he turned his head at the door and saw the body of the Democracy Guardian.

“I have a way to demoralize the Red Gang,” Lin Chen said.

Half an hour later.

A red-clad cultist rushed out of the ruins, holding a flagpole high, and charged into the street.

"Hahahaha! Your demigods are dead! Dead! Dead horribly dead!"

The Red Gang soldiers who were searching the streets were startled when they heard this, and they turned to look at the Red Gang members.

On the flagpole held by the believer hung an emblem symbolizing his identity as a defender of democracy!

"Hahaha! This idiot's dead!"

The bronze mask swung the flagpole a few times and then disappeared into the surrounding ruins.

In less than ten minutes, news of the democracy defender's beheading and public display spread throughout the Red Gang's communication network.

The soldiers, who had begun to assemble under the orders of the Democratic Guardians, immediately broke into a rout. They scattered and fled, some retreating towards the port, others running blindly towards the Mentitis cultists' bunkers, where they were shot to death.

At this moment, a signal was sent from the port:

"These are the defenders of democracy! I'm not dead yet! Don't listen to their nonsense!"

"You're the one talking nonsense!" a Red Gang rebel shouted. "I've seen the head of the defenders of democracy! Don't try to fool me! Democracy is dead!"

The shouts of the Democracy Guardian were drowned out by the noise of the Red Gang scattering and fleeing. He dared not step out of his hiding place and was therefore unable to come forward to rally the Red Gang.

The battle quickly turned into a one-sided affair, with the Menttis followers launching a counterattack, leaping out from the edge of the scorched slums in fury.

"..."

"Is everything finished, Auntie?"

"Don't panic, everything is packed."

Mrs. Redfield sat in the back of the Cullinan, and a young guard helped her close the double doors.

Immediately afterwards, the guard got into the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt:

"Get to the port immediately, and hurry up," the guard urged the driver in the main seat. "Get us to our destination safely, and you can stay, understand?"

"Understood," the driver said.

The Cullinan, escorted by a convoy, drove onto the main road and headed towards the port.

Mrs. Redfield gazed at the car window blurred by the rain. Through the hazy water, the outline of Liberty was burning, and sirens blared throughout the city like an unending death knell.

“It shouldn’t have been like this,” Mrs. Redfield murmured softly. “Miss Shireina wanted peace…”

She sighed softly, then continued knitting with her calloused hands.

What can we do? Life goes on, no matter what...

However, just after the car had driven a short distance...

A violent explosion occurred—

"boom!!!"

The off-road vehicle directly in front of the convoy was blasted away by an RPG, flipped over several times, and crashed onto the side of the road.

The next second, the driver suddenly swerved the steering wheel and drove into a side alley.

"Are you crazy! What are you doing!" the guard shouted. "You..."

He couldn't continue his rage because a silenced pistol emerged from the driver's seat and blew his head apart.

"Oh!"

"...!"

Mrs. Redfield shuddered violently. She stared intently at the rearview mirror, watching the driver's familiar face gradually turn gray, watching that bandaged face slowly emerge...

“Oswald…” Mrs. Redfield murmured softly.

"Long time no see, madam."

Oswald nodded at the rearview mirror, his deep blue eyes gleaming in the dimly lit car.

"How long has it been since we had a proper conversation?" he asked softly.

......

Chapter Thirty-Five: Mrs. Redfield (6000 words)

"Clap!"

The guard's body was dumped in the alley, and then Lin Chen got into the passenger seat.

"The tails are all gone, right?" Oswald asked Lin Chen.

“The bombing was very accurate,” Lin Chen said. “Don’t worry, no one in the entire transport convoy survived.”

He turned his head and looked at the old woman in the back seat.

She was dressed very well, in a bright red, well-fitting cashmere coat, with an energy-convertible bulletproof vest underneath, and a red cashmere hat on her head.

To Lin Chen's surprise, even in the face of such a situation, Mrs. Redfield showed no fear whatsoever.

She gazed calmly ahead, as if staring into the void.

"It's been a long time, Madam."

The back door was opened, and Mrs. Redfield turned around to see Jiang Zhengge get in and close the door.

“Cullinan, and a custom-made bulletproof one at that,” he muttered. “You didn’t have this high-end equipment the last time we met.”

Looking at Jiang Zhengge's face, Mrs. Redfield chuckled softly.

"When we first met, we didn't even have our own car. We could only make a living by stealing other people's cars."

“So you knew those cars weren’t yours,” Jiang Zhengge’s lips curled into a smile. “Then you should also know that this car isn’t yours either. A luxury car bought with dirty money is no different from one that’s stolen.”

“Smooth-talking…” Mrs. Redfield laughed. “Do you usually talk to her like this? It’s amazing that such a good girl as Miss Sylena could be bewitched by you.”

"Are you jealous?" Jiang Zhengge raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not into women, but she was the white moonlight of all the young men in the Red Gang back then."