I write obituaries for the gods

The SUV was instantly smashed to pieces, and the massive body of the Democracy Guardian dragged flames as it scraped across the concrete of the port before crashing into a large pile of oil tanks in the distance.

This was precisely Lin Chen's intention.

"boom!!!!!"

The defender of democracy crashed into the oil tank, and a violent explosion shot into the sky. A wave of heat hit him, and Lin Chen grabbed his trench coat to cover his face, feeling the fabric burning intensely.

After the explosion, Lin Chen raised his head and looked ahead.

A gigantic figure slowly rose from the flames.

The right half of the Democracy Guardian's body was completely blown away, and flames flowed down his mangled flesh and climbed up his face.

He rose from the flames like a broken fire angel, his remaining four dark blue eyes gazing at Lin Chen.

"ghost!!"

"Om——"

A tentacle wreathed in flames attacked. Lin Chen dodged one, but the other slammed into him.

He was blasted away, rolled twice on the ground, and then got up.

As soon as he stood up, he saw the defenders of democracy, their tentacles coiled high in the air, rushing towards him—

"boom!!!"

Lin Chen dodged to the side with a gust of wind, avoiding the impact of the Democrat Guardian. The demigod left a long scorch mark on the ground like a fiery meteor.

"This dragon carriage is not easy to receive."

Lin Chen raised his shotgun and fired repeatedly at the defenders of democracy:

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The bullets struck him, but were blocked by bursts of flame, like some kind of powerful AT field.

Does this thing absorb the flames and make them part of its body?

Lin Chen slapped his forehead.

Oh no, why did you enchant him?

The thought had barely formed when a defender of democracy let out a piercing scream:

"You're all bullying me! Bullying me!"

He suddenly coiled his body like a burning towel, his head slamming into the ground like a drill—

"boom!!!"

Clusters of flames tore through the ground, flowing and breaking through the concrete, and bursting everywhere like a volcanic eruption.

Lin Chen quickly retreated and, using the firelight as cover, sought shelter.

As he ran, he looked around: this must be the port's warehouse area, with the Liberty Canal not far away, its black waves surging in the river.

Lead him into the water?

What if he swallows the water too and becomes a water-enchanted being...?

Bullets seem unable to penetrate his flame shield; this thing is incredibly advanced, the warp technology is truly awe-inspiring...

Breaking through his defenses is going to be a bit tricky now... using spatial power?

The target size is too large... I need to think of a solution...

storehouse...?

Lin Chen had an idea.

He sprinted toward the warehouse gate, the wind propelling his body and making him run faster and faster.

The Democracy Guardian discovered Lin Chen's whereabouts, roared, and charged towards Lin Chen.

As they approached the warehouse entrance, Lin Chen projected a ghost mask onto his face.

He spread his arms and tore open a triangular door in the warehouse entrance, then rushed inside.

The Democracy Guardian didn't notice anything amiss. After entering his berserk state, he already had very little intelligence left, and he was even less able to realize the difference between the spatial gate and the normal gate.

Upon entering the warehouse, Lin Chen turned around and saw the massive figures of the Democracy Guard rushing in.

After half of his body entered the warehouse, Lin Chen closed the spatial portal—

"Sizzle!"

"Aa ...

The defender of democracy screamed as the slamming of the portal severed his body; the dimensional rift was something no physical structure could withstand.

Half of his body fell to the ground, rolling and thrashing wildly, like a fish thrown ashore.

"Aaaaaaah! Aaaaah!"

"Oh!"

Lin Chen pulled the trigger, and the ethereal whale cry ended his madness. The head of the defender of democracy exploded into countless blue fragments, dissolving in the air.

Then, Lin Chen opened the triangular door again, walked out of the warehouse, and looked at the other half of the democratic guardians outside.

That thing was still standing there, howling like a walking corpse.

“As expected of a demigod,” Lin Chen said, looking at his tall, slender body that was only half standing. “Hmm… a 'demigod'.”

The defenders of democracy have clearly lost much of their sense of humor.

He let out a shriek and lashed out with his tentacles—

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

Three shots, each severing a tentacle, sending fragments scattering across the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Chen pointed his gun at the body of the democracy defender:

"Bang bang bang!"

Three more shots blasted a large hole in the demigod's body.

He knelt on the ground, a strange, whistling sound escaping from his half-open mouth:

"Ah... oh dear... you can't... kill democracy..."

Lin Chen slowly walked up to the demigod and reached out to straighten his head.

"I will not vote."

"Pfft!"

The superalloy axe slammed deep into the Democracy Guardian's head, shattering his skull and gushing out a dark blue liquid.

The defender of democracy convulsed violently a few times, then spat out a string of eerie blue bubbles before his body began to disintegrate.

Various biological features were separated and bounced on the ground, leaving a mess.

"Boom!"

Amidst the flashing thunder, Lin Chen grabbed the eerie blue bubbles, removed his mask, and stuffed them all into his mouth.

A terrified gasp came from behind him. Lin Chen turned his head and saw a group of American soldiers standing in the distance, watching them from afar.

They witnessed Lin Chen kill the defenders of democracy with an axe, killing their demigod.

Lin Chen turned around and took a few steps toward the group of American soldiers. They immediately scattered and ran away as if they had seen a ghost, cursing as they went.

"...?"

Lin Chen scratched his head, looking somewhat confused.

They ran away because of that?

Normally, shouldn't they avenge their demigod?

Lin Chen shook his head, his romanticized view of American soldiers shattered.

Aren't they all portrayed as fearless and willing to die in movies...?

"Zhanyi, I've taken care of things here," Lin Chen pressed his earpiece. "How's it going on your end?"

"Approaching the riverbank!"

Amidst a hail of bullets, Li Zhanyi pressed his earpiece, his eyes flashing with a deep blue light.

"Armored vehicles will cut in from the flank in fifteen seconds!" Li Zhanyi shouted. "Xiao Ren! Watch out over there!"

"Got it! You can't do anything about it!"

“The enemy’s firepower is too intense,” Li Zhanyi pressed his earpiece. “All the androids the rebels took with them when they left Pearl Beach have been dumped here!”

"Another android..." Lin Chen frowned.

Mr. Iron Mask is really persistent...

“We can fight our way through, but the Ocean Ship is about to leave port!” Jiang Zhengge’s voice came through. “Lin Chen, we must find the android’s control base station!”

"Received, I'll try to get there."

Lin Chen looked around and began searching for a usable vehicle.

Just then, he heard the sound of a propeller above his head:

"Godfather! We're here!"

Lin Chen looked up and saw the bronze mask waving at him from the edge of the helicopter cabin.

Behind the helicopter he was in, there were more than a dozen other helicopters flying.

Those helicopters were all American-made; it seems the guerrillas did quite a bit of work.

A rope was thrown down, and Lin Chen grabbed it, quickly jumping onto the edge of the helicopter.

As soon as he landed, the embroidery needle reached out and grabbed him, pulling him inside:

"Senior! Sorry I'm late!"

"You've arrived just in time," Lin Chen said, taking the towel from the bronze mask and wiping the rain from his head. "Did it go smoothly?"

"The Americans tried to run, but we stopped them," the bronze mask chuckled. "I shot their captain, old man, dead with one shot, didn't I!"

Don't get carried away.

The old catfish in the driver's seat glanced at his son, then looked at Lin Chen:

"Ghost, where are we going?"

“We need to find the android’s base station,” Lin Chen said. “It’s most likely in the rear, near the dock.”

“The US military should have it in their database,” Embroidery Needle said, picking up the tablet. “Wait a moment.”

After a brief search, she snapped her fingers:

“Found it, inside the lighthouse on the canal! The Americans marked this place as rebel territory.”

"Looks like it's our turn to be saviors," the bronze masked man said, rubbing his hands together eagerly. "Father! Godfather! Let's go!"

"You really have a lot of fathers." Lin Chen's lips twitched.

Under Old Catfish's orders, the helicopters flew toward the canal lighthouse. Along the way, the Americans and rebels on the ground treated the helicopters as their own and were completely unprepared.

Guerrillas are most adept at using these underhanded tactics.

Soon, Lin Chen saw the lighthouse on the banks of the Liberty Canal.

“We’ve found the base station,” Lin Chen pressed his earpiece. “Hold on.”

"Just go down! They shouldn't be on guard against us!" the bronze mask shouted.

The next second, a burst of bullets swept over, striking the helicopter's windows and creating cracks.

"You think your mouth's been blessed, huh?!" Lin Chen scolded.

"Damn it, I was wrong!"

“We’ve been exposed. Spread out and deal with the enemies trying to get closer,” Old Catfish calmly ordered. “Ghost, lead the team down to fight. This place will only hold you back.”