Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

She had to deliver this message to Da Xia immediately.

After turning around, I quickly walked towards the hidden door at the back of the observation deck.

She needs to utilize the true core of the "Shangxie" ship—the absolute information chamber that was built at the cost of countless resources and effort.

The door to the secret chamber was incredibly thick, cast from an unknown metal, and covered with densely packed isolation runes.

With the dual authentication of fingerprints and iris scans, the door silently slid open, revealing a small space of less than ten square meters.

In the very center of the room, there was only one control panel.

On the stage, a pixelated walkie-talkie with an antique appearance, resembling an old toy from the last century, lay quietly.

This thing looks ordinary, but it is the most advanced black technology creation of the Shangxie Society, a masterpiece of commemoration.

It can penetrate most signal shields in the world, including fog created by divine power, to achieve absolutely encrypted point-to-point communication.

Of course, the communication range is limited, and the other party also needs to have another paired machine.

In this world, there is only one other walkie-talkie like this in the hands of one person—Ye Fan, the Supreme Commander of the Great Xia Dynasty.

As Jinian picked up the walkie-talkie, the cold metallic touch instantly calmed her chaotic thoughts.

She skillfully turned the channel knob on the side and adjusted it to an encrypted frequency.

"Old man, it's been two years, you haven't thrown away that old machine, have you?"

She spoke into the microphone in a familiar yet slightly teasing tone.

"I've brought you a gift that concerns the very survival of humanity,"

"If you dare not accept it, I'll smash all those bottles of good wine you've hidden in the secret compartment of your office."

A confident smile played on her lips, as if she could already foresee Ye Fan's angry and glaring expression on the other end of the phone.

However, only a hissing sound came from the walkie-talkie, followed by complete silence.

Commemoration frowned slightly.

Shouldn't.

The signal strength of this machine is strong enough to penetrate the fog of this raging sea, unless... Ye Fan is too far away?

Or maybe his computer wasn't even turned on?

"Hey? Old Man Ye? Stop playing dead, say something if you hear me." She called out again, her tone tinged with impatience.

The annoying rustling sound continued.

Just as the memorial was about to hang up, thinking that the signal had indeed been interfered with by some unknown force,

A young, calm, but slightly tired voice suddenly came from the walkie-talkie.

"who are you?"

Ji Nian was stunned.

This is not Ye Fan's voice.

"I'm looking for Ye Fan." Ji Nian's joking tone vanished, replaced by a cold, hard voice.

"Have him take the communications; I have top-priority urgent intelligence."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"You... are Jinian?" the voice asked again, tinged with uncertainty.

Ji Nian felt a chill run down her spine. The other party actually knew her identity?

"Who are you? Where's Ye Fan? Tell him to come over and answer the phone!"

She shouted sharply, a sense of foreboding beginning to spread in her heart.

“I am Lin Qiye, the Night Watchman.”

Lin Qiye?

She had heard of this name before; he was one of the most dazzling new stars of the new generation in Daxia in recent years.

"Lin Qiye, right? I don't care what your position is now, hand this walkie-talkie to Ye Fan immediately."

"Now, immediately, right now! This is not a request, it is an order!" Jinian's voice carried an unquestionable authority.

There was another long silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie, a silence so profound that it made Jinian's heart sink.

Finally, Lin Qiye's voice rang out again, eerily calm, yet like a heavy hammer, slamming into Ji Nian's heart.

"Commander Ye... sacrificed himself two years ago on the day the dawn of the gods arrived."

boom--! ! !

A thunderclap seemed to explode in Jinian's mind, and the whole world instantly lost all color, leaving only endless gray and white.

Sacrificed?

How can it be? !

The old man who always called her a "little brat" but always cleaned up her messes behind her back... is dead?

The walkie-talkie in her hand suddenly felt incredibly heavy, almost slipping from her fingers.

Her body jolted violently, and her eyes, which had initially been filled with shock, quickly became empty and blank.

The air in the sealed room seemed to be sucked out and frozen into ice in that instant.

"What...did you say?" Her voice was dry and hoarse, as if it were being forced out from deep in her throat, filled with an incredulous tremor.

"Commander Ye died in battle at the eastern border of the Great Xia, and it has been two years and three months since then."

Lin Qi-ye paused, as if organizing his thoughts.

"This walkie-talkie is one of his last possessions, and it is being kept by our 'Seventh Night' team."

Beside them, another calm, almost cold male voice interjected: "I am Wu Hen."

"President, if you have any important information, you can tell us."

"Now that the Great Xia's command system has been reorganized, we can handle this most efficiently."

Wu Hen? A time traveler?

But Jinian could no longer hear what they were saying after that.

Her thoughts were forcibly pulled back to that afternoon two years ago.

That was the day before she completely broke with the Great Xia Dynasty and prepared to take all the members of the Shangxie Society overseas.

Ye Fan called her to his office, and the two had a big argument.

She scolded him for being stubborn and inflexible.

He scolded her for being unorthodox and reckless.

Finally, she slammed the door and left. As she reached the doorway, she inexplicably turned back for one last look.

She saw that the old man, who was always as upright as a pine tree, had a slightly hunched back.

He stood by the window, looking out, hesitant to speak, and finally just sighed heavily.

She felt irritated and left without looking back.

So that was the last time we saw each other.

It turns out that the unspoken words, that complex look, that heavy sigh... were farewell forever.

A sharp, belated pain, mixed with overwhelming regret, gripped her heart tightly.

The emotions that had been suppressed for so long surged wildly in her chest like an out-of-control tide, almost tearing her apart.

"……I see."

It took all my strength to squeeze out these few words.

Her voice had regained its composure, as cold as ice.

"The Shangxie is currently in the Sea of ​​Mist. I will have the crew prepare some food and fresh water later, and you can send someone to fetch them."

She spoke with an unquestionable tone, as if she weren't the one who had just lost her composure.

“President Jinian, your intelligence…” Wu Hen tried to press for details.

"We'll talk about it after we eat."

After finishing his commemoration, he immediately cut off the communication and slammed the pixelated walkie-talkie heavily onto the control panel.

She turned and walked out of the secret room, her steps so firm that there was no hint of anything amiss.

But every step she took felt like stepping on fragments of memories, leaving her bleeding profusely.

That straight back, stretched by the corridor lights, exuded a silent loneliness and an impending fragility.

"boom!"

Upon returning to her room, Jinian locked the door heavily behind her.

She could no longer hold on, and her body slowly slid down the cold door panel, finally collapsing onto the carpet.

She hugged her knees, buried her face in her arms, and her shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably.

But she didn't cry out; she just bit her lip tightly, not letting herself make a sound.

Proud as she is, she never shows weakness in front of others, not even herself.

After an unknown amount of time, the suffocating silence in the room was broken.

Jinian slowly raised her head, her red eyes staring intently ahead, tears welling up in her eyes, but stubbornly refusing to fall.

She fumbled around and pulled the pixelated walkie-talkie out of her pocket again.

This machine, which she had treasured for two years, but had never contacted even once.

With trembling fingers, as if she had used all her strength, she pressed the call button.

The surroundings were completely silent, except for the sound of her disordered breathing.

She opened her mouth, her throat dry and painful, and in the end, she could only utter a few almost inaudible syllables.

"……anyone there?"

The hissing sound of electricity rang out again, as if mocking her unwillingness and futility.

Just as she was about to give up and release the button, a slightly aged and hoarse female voice...

The message came cautiously from the walkie-talkie, carrying a hint of unbelievable surprise.

"...Yes, is it the president?"

Memorial's pupils suddenly contracted.

That voice... it's Zuo Qing!

She was one of the liaisons for the remnants of the Great Xia army back then. She thought they had lost contact long ago and had even sacrificed themselves in the catastrophe two years ago!

This call, two years overdue, this response that transcends life and death, is like a key about to unlock a long-sealed secret door.

A tribute to the hand that gripped the walkie-talkie, its knuckles turning white from the force.