Slay the Gods: The spokesperson for Zhulong, starts with the God-killing Gun

Cangnan.

Cangnan City, separated from Lin Qiye, seemed to have lost the support of its soul and began to experience an unprecedented change.

The city’s skyscrapers, those buildings that once symbolized prosperity and modernity, began to slowly disappear.

Their outlines gradually became blurred, as if they were swallowed by an invisible force, turning into golden spots of light, like castles in the desert, gradually collapsing in the wind, and finally disappearing into the sky.

The entire city seemed to be under a spell, and all the buildings and facilities were collapsing bit by bit, turning into golden spots of light floating into the sky.

These spots of light streaked across the sky like meteors, converging into a vast golden torrent, dyeing the entire sky into a golden ocean.

Train stations, airports, and passenger stations, these once busy transportation hubs, are now no longer immune to the disaster. Their outlines gradually fade away in the golden light, as if they had never existed.

Teahouses, restaurants, and hotels, those places that were once full of laughter and joy, have now become silent, turning into golden points of light, drifting away in the wind.

Schools and hospitals, these places that carry hope and life, are gradually collapsing in the golden light and turning into nothingness.

KTV, entertainment city, computer city, these former entertainment venues can no longer escape the bad luck. Their lights are turned off, turning into golden spots and disappearing into the sky.

Everything is disappearing.

The scene of all this is both brilliant and sad.

The prosperity and bustle of the city vanished at this moment, like a dream, leaving only nothingness after waking up.

......

"Dad! What are we having for dinner tonight?"

These words were like the clear sound of wind chimes, ringing particularly clearly amid the hustle and bustle at the primary school gate.

The sunlight gently shines on the campus wall, dyeing the wall a warm orange-yellow color, as if paving a golden road for the children leaving school.

On this golden road, there is a little fat boy with a schoolbag on his back, his face filled with innocent joy.

His eyes sparkled with anticipation for the delicious food, and a bright smile hung on the corners of his mouth, as if the whole world was blooming for him at this moment.

He rushed out of the school gate excitedly, and ran towards his father who came to pick him up with light steps. His excitement seemed to infect everyone around him.

His father, a railway worker, was tall and strong, with skin dyed a healthy dark color by time and labor, which was the mark left by hard work.

He is usually very busy at work, but today he took time out to pick up his son from school because today is of special significance to him - today is his son's birthday.

He was carrying a large bag of vegetables and several fresh lobsters, which he had carefully selected because he knew his son liked lobsters the most.

He wanted to take advantage of this special day to prepare a sumptuous dinner for his son and make him feel full of love.

When the man heard his son's words, a smile suddenly filled his resolute face. That smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, warm and bright, as if it could dispel all fatigue and sorrow.

He looked at his son, his eyes full of love, a deep and warm emotion.

"Son! Dad will make you a big lobster tonight!!!" There was a hint of pride and anticipation in his voice, as if telling his son that tonight would be an unforgettable night.

As he spoke, he half-lifted the bag in his hand and excitedly showed it to his son. The big lobster in the bag was still struggling slightly.

As if they could sense the delicious feast that was about to come, their tentacles swayed gently in the air, as if saying hello to the little fat man.

At this warm moment, a strange smell suddenly filled the air, making people feel uneasy.

The man's hand began to behave strangely, as if being pulled by some mysterious force and began to slowly dissipate.

His fingers were like sand blown away by the wind, gradually turning into golden spots of light. These spots of light flickered in the air, like the brightest stars in the night sky, but with a hint of desolation.

The bag in his hand lost its support and fell to the ground in an instant with a dull sound.

The vegetables inside fell to the ground and were knocked over. A few potatoes rolled to the ground, their surfaces covered with mud, as if silently telling of this sudden change.

The bag containing the lobsters also broke into pieces, and the live lobsters crawled all over the ground, their tentacles swaying gently in the air, as if looking for their lost homes. Their panicked appearance made people feel pity.

"Dad! Dad! What's wrong with you?" The little fat boy looked at the scene in horror, his eyes full of confusion and fear.

His little face turned red and tears welled up in his eyes, but he tried hard to hold them back.

He rushed to his father's body, trying to grasp the warmth that was gradually disappearing. His little hands tightly grasped the corner of his father's clothes, as if that was his only support.

The man looked at his gradually disappearing body, a flicker of fear in his eyes. His eyes were filled with confusion and uneasiness, as if he didn't know what would happen next.

He quickly looked up at his son, but found that his son had not disappeared.

He felt relieved instantly, as if he had found a ray of light in the darkness.

A hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, as if telling his son not to be afraid, Dad is still here.

At this moment, the dusty memories unfolded like pages of a book blown open by the wind, and the scene of the day when the world changed ten years ago appeared.

The man's mind flashed back to the sudden disaster, the powerful force that swallowed him and countless others.

He saw everything, saw the panic-stricken expressions on people's faces, and saw the chaos and destruction of the entire city.

He understood everything immediately.

"So I've been dead for a long time?" There was a hint of helplessness and relief in his voice, as if he was accepting a fact that had already been determined.

"It was a great miracle that allowed me to survive temporarily! But now the miracle will also disappear!" There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, but more of it was the awe of life and helplessness about the future.

He knew that he, like countless others, was merely a temporary bearer of miracles, and when the miracles faded, they would return to dust, as if they had never existed in this world.

The man gently raised his other hand, which had not yet disappeared. Although this hand had also begun to become transparent, he still tried hard to keep his movements gentle and steady.

He gently stroked his son's panicked face, with the deepest love and comfort a father could give to his son.

His eyes were full of reluctance and tenderness, as if he was telling his son not to be afraid, that everything would be fine.

"Son! Don't worry! Don't cry!" Although the man's voice had begun to become weak, he still tried to make his voice full of strength and firmness.

His words carried a father's sense of responsibility and courage, as if telling his son that even if he was gone, he must continue to live on with strength.

"Dad can't be with you anymore!

You must act like a real man in the future!

take care of yourself!

Daddy will turn into a star in the sky to accompany you!"

There was a hint of helplessness and sadness in the man's words, but more of it was his expectations and blessings for his son.

He hopes that his son can face the future bravely and live on with strength even without him.

As the man finished speaking, his body began to dissipate with the wind, turning into golden spots of light. These spots of light shot up into the sky like meteors and disappeared into the endless sky.

The little fat boy watched his father's body gradually disappear, his heart filled with despair and reluctance.

He cried out heart-wrenchingly,

"Dad! Daddy!"

His voice was filled with endless pain and sorrow, as if it was going to shatter the whole world.

His eyes were red and swollen, and tears kept flowing out. He looked up at the sky as the light of his father disappeared, as if looking for his father's trace, hoping that his father would come back to him again.

However, there was only the golden light in the sky, and the father's figure had disappeared, leaving only the little fat boy standing there alone, facing this cruel reality.

........

The entire Cangnan City was shrouded in an eerie silence, with similar yet different tragedies unfolding in every street and alley.

In a cozy little restaurant, the wife was about to serve her husband his favorite dish, but she saw her husband's body slowly dissipate, turning into a golden light and finally disappearing into the air.

The dishes in the wife's hands fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Her eyes were full of disbelief and despair, and tears fell like beads from a broken string.

On a park bench, a boy and a girl were immersed in love. Before the boy could finish his words, the girl's body began to become transparent and eventually turned into a point of light and floated away.

The young man reached out his hand in panic, trying to catch his disappearing lover, but he could only watch her leave, his heart filled with endless pain and reluctance.

On a busy street, a man knelt on the ground, in front of him were his parents, wife and children who were gradually disappearing.

Their figures disappeared one by one, leaving only the man sitting alone on the cold ground, his body trembling.

Tears and snot mixed together, his cries echoed in the empty streets, but could not bring back the loved ones who had already passed away.

Elsewhere, a woman hugged her children tightly, trying to give them the last warmth and protection.

However, her efforts were in vain. Her children's bodies gradually became nothingness in her arms, and finally turned into points of light and flew into the sky.

The woman's heart felt as if it was cut by a knife. Her eyes were filled with confusion and fear. She didn't know how she would face this sudden loss.

Such a heartbreaking scene can be seen in almost every corner of Cangnan City.

People were panicking and looking everywhere for their missing relatives, but they could only face empty streets and rooms.

The entire city seemed to have lost its vitality in an instant, with only less than 10% of the population left. Their eyes were filled with sadness and helplessness, and they didn't know how to continue living.

Cangnan City, a city once full of vitality and laughter, is now shrouded in a deep sadness, as if even time has stopped flowing at this moment.

.......

In a place high in the sky filled with thunder, dark clouds rolled, lightning flashed and thunder roared, as if the entire sky was controlled by an angry god.

The servant was driving the carriage, his eyes full of panic and anxiety, and his hands gripping the reins were trembling slightly with nervousness.

He looked at what was happening on the ground. The familiar city scenes were gradually disappearing and turning into golden spots of light. His heart was filled with fear.

"Master! Master! This city is disappearing..." There was a hint of crying in the servant boy's voice, and his eyes were full of despair.

The Master sat in the carriage, with a trace of sadness on his face and a deep helplessness in his eyes.

"Has it finally come?" His voice was low and hoarse, as if telling of an ending that had already been predetermined.

"Why!!! "

"This city has actually disappeared! It no longer exists in this world!" There was a hint of sadness in his voice, as if telling the servant that all this was an unchangeable fact.

"Master! Why is this happening?" The servant boy widened his eyes, his eyes full of confusion, his heart filled with puzzlement and fear.

"But..." There was a hint of expectation in the boy's words, as if he hoped that the teacher could give a reasonable explanation.

Seeing the boy's puzzled look, the teacher spoke, his voice carrying a hint of heaviness.

"Ten years ago, Zeus, the king of the Norse gods, deduced that a terrifying godslayer had appeared in Cangnan, so they wanted to kill this godslayer in the cradle!"

There was a hint of anger in the Master's voice, and his eyes flashed with dissatisfaction with those gods.

"These gods invaded Daxia en masse and wanted to descend upon Cangnan, but they were stopped by some of us humans!"

There was a sense of pride in the Master's words, as if he was telling the student that humans were not powerless to resist.

"But these gods won't give up! Mother Earth Gaia used Shiva's grudge to wipe out the entire Cangnan!" The Master's voice was filled with anger, and his eyes flashed with hatred for Gaia.

"This...this is millions of people!!!" The servant boy widened his eyes, his voice trembling slightly, and his heart was filled with shock and grief.

He couldn't believe that millions of lives could be wiped out so easily. His heart was filled with sympathy for those innocent lives and anger towards God.

"And the reason why Cangnan has existed in the past ten years is because of one person - Lin Qiye!" There was a hint of respect and emotion in the teacher's voice, and his eyes flashed with admiration for Lin Qiye.

"Because he survived an accident ten years ago, he became the spokesperson for the Seraphim and gained a large amount of Seraphim's divine power!

Inadvertently supported the mortal world's divine realm!

Only then did Cangnan temporarily maintain its existence!" The Master's words revealed a feeling of regret for fate.

"This is a miracle! A miracle created by Lin Qiye!"

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