Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

On the playground, 327 young faces looked up at Lin Qiye, their eyes filled with undisguised fanaticism and admiration.

It is a yearning for heroes, a vision for the future, and a flame that can burn everything.

"Report to Brother Lin! The new recruits have assembled, please give instructions!" A young captain shouted at the top of his lungs, his face flushed red.

Lin Qiye stood on the high platform, his eyes sweeping over the excited faces below.

He should have felt relieved, as this was the future of Daxia and the hope of mankind.

But today, he saw countless overlapping phantoms on those faces.

Those comrades who were once as young and vigorous as me, but eventually turned into cold tombstones on the battlefield.

He showed them a path, a path that led to glory and sacrifice.

People say that this is the right path and the only way to protect the world.

Is this really the case?

He saved many people, but also personally sent more people to the battlefield where they were doomed to die.

What is the end of this "right road" paved with lives?

Is it a true victory, or the beginning of another greater tragedy?

Once this thought arises, it grows like a weed.

Lin Qiye felt as if his heart was being gripped by an invisible hand, and breathing became difficult.

The light in his eyes dimmed unconsciously.

The calmness that he usually displayed when planning and strategizing was now just a thin disguise.

Shen Qingzhu, who was standing beside him, keenly sensed that something was wrong.

"Qiye? What's wrong with you?" she asked in a low voice.

Lin Qiye did not answer, he just stared at the group of people below who were howling.

The recruits waiting for his lecture felt like there was a stone stuck in their throats.

He suddenly felt that every word he said next would push these young people into the abyss.

"Why aren't you talking? Is Brother Lin going to talk about tactics?"

"So excited! I can finally listen to King Lin Ye's lecture in person!"

The recruits' whispers reached the stage, like needles piercing Lin Qiye's ears.

He abruptly averted his gaze and turned around, no emotion in his voice.

"Shen Qingzhu."

"exist."

"You will conduct the next mobilization meeting."

Shen Qingzhu was stunned: "Me? Why? Everyone is waiting for you."

"I have something to do."

Lin Qiye said this without even looking at anyone else. He walked down the platform and headed towards the snow-capped mountains behind the camp.

His back is no longer as straight and straight as a pine tree as usual.

Instead, there was a sense of fatigue and alienation that he had never felt before, as if he wanted to isolate himself from the whole world.

The entire playground fell silent in an instant, and everyone was stunned.

"Brother Lin...what happened?"

"I don't know. I've never seen Brother Lin like this."

"Did something serious happen?"

The chatter of the recruits and the whispers of the officers intertwined, and a sense of unease filled the air.

The atmosphere, which was just full of enthusiasm, dropped to freezing point in an instant.

Shen Qingzhu stood on the high platform, watching Lin Qiye's lonely figure gradually disappear in the wind and snow, his brows tightly furrowed.

She knew better than anyone that Lin Qiye was the mainstay of this team. He could die in battle, but he must never fall.

His current state frightened her more than facing any powerful enemy.

No, I have to go and see it.

She acted decisively and ordered an adjutant next to her, "You will preside over the meeting and say that Captain Lin has urgent military information that needs to be handled."

"Calm the new recruits down and keep everything as normal."

"Yes! But Captain Shen, you..."

Before the adjutant finished speaking, Shen Qingzhu's figure had already turned into a green lightning.

He jumped down from the high platform, followed the direction where Lin Qiye left, and rushed into the snowy path leading to the top of the mountain without hesitation.

Her figure was soon swallowed up by the wind and snow.

In the empty camp, there were only people looking at each other in bewilderment and the mystery that had yet to be solved.

The wind and snow on the top of the mountain seem to be getting stronger, but I don’t know whether it will cover up the truth or more secrets.