Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The piercing alarm and flashing red light instantly dispelled the awkwardness and tension of the poaching attempt.

Ji Nian's expression changed drastically. Ignoring An Qingyu, he immediately shouted to his subordinates, "What's going on?!"

"President! It's a border patrol fighter jet from Great Xia! We've entered their territorial waters, but there's no response to our identification signals!"

"Useless! Where's the backup signal?"

"The enemy's radar has locked onto us, and all our electronic systems have been suppressed!"

In the corridor, the members of the Upper Evil Society were in complete chaos.

The anger on Lin Qiye's face had been replaced by a cold solemnity.

He glanced at Wu Hen, whose face was equally somber, and the two exchanged a knowing look before walking out at the same time.

"Where are you going?" Ji Nian shouted.

Lin Qiye didn't turn his head, his voice lazy.

But it carried an undeniable air of authority: "Go and say hello to our country's air force."

"Otherwise, when their missiles come down, your tens of thousands of 'mysterious' corpses will really be reduced to ashes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed open the cabin door, and a biting sea breeze rushed in.

Wu Hen followed closely behind, and the two walked onto the deck of the cruise ship one after the other.

In the sky above, thirty-six black dots trailed white flames.

It was hurtling in at a terrifying speed, the roar of fighter jet engines tearing through the clouds, carrying a sense of oppressive death.

Ji Nian and An Qingyu also came out. Looking at this apocalyptic scene, even the president of the Shangxie Society turned pale.

Wu Hen calmly analyzed, "It's the 'Dragon Fang' fighter jet, the ace formation of Shanhaiguan."

"They've entered the attack path, and we have less than thirty seconds left."

"enough."

Lin Qiye spoke calmly, clenching his right hand in the air.

In an instant, a long sword, pure white and with an ancient design, called "Zhanbai" appeared in his hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, he swung his sword fiercely at the sky above his head!

This strike lacked both earth-shattering power and destructive force.

A pure, pristine white light shone from the blade, silently slashing into the sky.

The next second, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The sky, streaked by white light, seemed to be branded by an invisible carving knife, and a huge and intricate black emblem slowly emerged!

The emblem consisted of an crossed sword and a blunted axe.

It was surrounded by shattered stars, exuding an ancient and desolate aura.

Nightfall Squad, [Night Watch] Badge!

The black imprint in the sky, like a divine miracle, enveloped the cruise ship.

The thirty-six "Dragon Fang" fighter jets, about to fire, seemed to have been paused.

They all executed a beautiful hovering maneuver in mid-air, instantly dismantling their attack posture.

The lead fighter jet turned on the public channel, and a steady male voice came through, carrying a hint of relief.

"Identity confirmed... [Night Watchman]".

"Welcome home, Nightfall Squad."

On the deck, everyone from the Upper Evil Society stared blankly at the emblem slowly fading into the sky.

Then he looked at the man holding a white knife, his posture straight, and his face was full of shock.

Jinian pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses flickering uncertainly, for the first time doubting his "victory" just now.

An Qingyu forgot about his research and stared blankly at Lin Qiye's retreating figure.

He muttered to himself, "Leaving traces on the dimensional level by cutting through space... So, energy can be used like this..."

Escorted by a formation of fighter jets, the cruise ship slowly entered a massive steel port.

This is the eastern gateway to the Great Xia Dynasty, Shanhaiguan.

Towering alloy walls completely surrounded the port, making it impassable.

Countless massive railguns and energy towers pointed straight at the sky.

The cold, metallic sheen reflected off everyone's faces, making them feel their own insignificance from the bottom of their hearts.

A man wearing a military overcoat, riding a dilapidated electric scooter, was stopped at the foot of the gangway, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Oh, Xiao Qiye, you've finally decided to come back?"

The man saw Lin Qiye and lazily waved.

"How's the overseas business expansion going? Has it generated revenue for the country?"

"Old Lu, could you be any stingier? You're supposed to be the guardian of Shanhaiguan, can't you at least get a four-wheeled vehicle?"

Lin Qiye stepped off the gangway and punched the man in annoyance.

Lu Wuwei, the garrison commander of Shanhaiguan, is one of the most elite warriors of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Four wheels consume more fuel." Lu Wuwei patted the back seat of the electric scooter.

"Come on up, I'll take you to complete the immigration procedures."

Lin Qiye rolled his eyes and stepped onto it.

Wu Hen followed behind on foot with a blank expression, clearly showing no interest in this mode of transportation.

Jinian followed behind with the members of the Shangxie Society, raising her hand to smooth her hair as she walked.

The moment her hand brushed across the surface, her striking silver hair silently turned into ordinary black.

"What's this?" Wu Hen glanced at her and asked abruptly.

He paused for a moment, then calmly explained, "A disguise."

"Our family has a slightly unusual genetic predisposition; the hair looks fine on the outside,"

"It would be too conspicuous within the territory of Great Xia, and could easily attract unnecessary trouble."

Her words were impeccable, but Wu Hen keenly noticed...

When she mentioned the word "family," a barely perceptible hint of wariness flashed deep in her eyes.

It was as if it wasn't glory, but a shackle that had to be constantly guarded against.

After completing the tedious procedures, everyone went their separate ways.

The Shangxie Society will go directly to Yanjing to report on their duties, while the Nightfall Squad will prepare to take a private plane back to the training base.

Two figures were already waiting on the airport tarmac.

"Seventh Brother! Brother Wuhen!" A chubby figure rushed over and gave the two of them a big bear hug.

"Fatty, you've gained weight again," Lin Qiye said irritably, feeling the weight on his body.

Baili Pangpang chuckled and let go of his hand. The young man next to him, with a cold demeanor and a straight back, also stepped forward.

"Seven Nights, Wu Hen, welcome back." Cao Yuan's words were concise, but the joy in his eyes was genuine.

After the initial joy of reunion, Lin Qiye's expression turned serious.

"There's something I must tell you." He took a deep breath.

"This time in Egypt, we met Shen Qingzhu... In order to cover us, she fell into the source of hell."

"what?!"

The smiles on Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan's faces froze instantly.

"Sister Qingzhu, she..." Baili Pangpang's voice trembled slightly. He subconsciously looked down at his hands.

Not right.

Something is wrong.

Based on past experience, if someone as important as Sister Qingzhu were to face a life-or-death crisis...

His inspiration would always give him a warning in advance; he was all too familiar with that feeling of palpitations.

But this time, why... why don't I feel anything at all?

I haven't even transcended the cycle of reincarnation yet, so where does this intuition foreseeing life and death come from?

Why did it suddenly malfunction?

A strange chill crept up Baili Pangpang's spine, making him shudder.

Not far away, the memorial, about to board another plane, seemed to sense something.

She stopped walking, didn't turn around, but silently raised her head and looked towards the distant end of the city.

On the edge of that jungle of reinforced concrete stands a long-abandoned signal tower.

As the sun set, the tower cast a long, twisted shadow.

Like a silent giant hand, it spans the entire city, pointing silently in her direction.

Jinian's lips moved slightly, as if she were murmuring something.

In the end, he said nothing and turned to board the plane.

On the private jet under the cover of night, Baili Pangpang was still lost in his own thoughts, while Cao Yuan comforted him in a low voice beside him.

Lin Qiye leaned against the porthole, watching the city lights rushing past below, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally back... Damn, this trip was more tiring than fighting a ten-year war."

He stretched and said to Wu Hen beside him, "Let's go back and sleep for three days and three nights."

Wu Hen nodded, a rare occurrence, and was about to say something when Lin Qiye's phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

Lin Qiye casually took it out and glanced at the screen.

Just one glance, and you could see the hard-won ease and comfort on his face.

It vanished completely, replaced by an extremely complex and solemn atmosphere.

He silently turned his phone screen towards Wu Hen.

Wu Hen glanced at it, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Lin Qiye put his phone away, let out a long sigh, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"It seems our vacation... is over."