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

Above the clouds on the border of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Lin Qiye's Eternal Night Domain enveloped everyone, like a dark meteor streaking across the sky.

On the distant horizon, a majestic steel city gradually came into view—Shanhaiguan, one of the twelve fortresses of the Great Xia Dynasty, the ultimate defense line guarding the northern border.

"Finally arrived..." Baili Pangpang slumped in Lin Qiye's Eternal Night Domain, groaning weakly, "My electromagnetic cannon has missed all its shots, I'm really going to collapse if we fly any further..."

An Qingyu's robotic arm deployed a holographic scanner, and data streams flashed on the lens: "The energy barrier at Shanhaiguan has identified us and is opening the entrance."

Zhang Yun's Candle Dragon True Flame slightly subsided, his dragon eyes fixed on the steel city: "The technology here... is even more advanced than the headquarters in the capital."

As the crowd approached, the entire view of Shanhaiguan was fully revealed—

The surface of the alloy wall, which is hundreds of meters high, is covered with light blue light patterns. These are psionic matrixes engraved with runes, and each brick is embedded with a miniature reactor.

On the city wall, twelve "God-Slaying Crossbows" were ready to fire. The crossbow bolts were not physical objects, but light arrows compressed from high-density spiritual energy, with fine lightning crackling around the grooves.

Thousands of "Skywing" drones hover in the air, forming a three-dimensional defense array, each carrying a miniature antimatter warhead;

It is not a traditional drawbridge or gate, but a flowing "liquid metal membrane" with dual runes for facial recognition and spiritual power authentication floating on its surface.

Baili Pangpang's mouth dropped open: "This...this is the Night's Watch fortress? I thought I'd stepped into a sci-fi movie!"

Lin Qiye's gaze swept over a certain spot on the city wall—where a huge ancient bronze mirror was embedded, its surface reflecting the figures of everyone, but faintly revealing a line of small, blood-red characters:

[Identification approved: Great Xia Night Watchman]

"Shua——!!!"

The liquid metal door suddenly contracted, revealing the internal passage.

A squad of soldiers clad in silver-white exoskeleton armor marched out in formation, their eyes beneath their helmets cold and sharp as knives.

The leading officer raised his arm, and the psionic cannon on his armor glowed faintly: "Identity verification."

Lin Qiye stepped forward, and the Eternal Night Domain slightly subsided, revealing the Night Watcher's badge: "The Fifth Special Squad of the Great Xia Night Watch, codename 'Nightfall'."

The officer's pupil scanning badge displayed a data stream flashing inside his helmet: "Captain Lin Qiye, confirmed. However, according to regulations, all members returning from the Abyss must undergo the 'Purification' procedure."

He turned to the side to indicate that at the end of the passage was a transparent cylindrical chamber with a pale golden liquid flowing inside.

Baili Pangpang swallowed hard: "Could this be... corpse-dissolving potion?"

An Qingyu pushed up her glasses: "It's a spiritual energy solution mixed with the Buddhist 'Purifying Glazed Flame,' specifically designed to decompose Cthulhu contamination."

Lin Qiye nodded: "I'll cooperate with the inspection."

The moment the hatch closed, golden liquid enveloped everyone as if it were alive!

"hiss--!!!"

Baili Pangpang gasped. The moment the liquid touched his skin, it felt as if a thousand red-hot steel needles were piercing his pores!

"Holy crap... this is intense..." He grimaced as he looked at Zhang Yun in the next cabin, only to find that the other man hadn't even flinched.

"Old Zhang! Doesn't it hurt?!"

Zhang Yun's Candle Dragon True Flame circulated on his body, isolating the liquid from the outside: "Dragon Scale Resistance".

Baili Pangpang: "...I hate you."

...

The Night's Watch headquarters, Upper Capital.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was as heavy as lead.

Ye Fan sat at the head of the table, tapping his knuckles lightly on the table as his gaze swept over everyone: "So... Hell is already 'alive'?"

Lin Qiye nodded, his voice calm and restrained: "The corruption of Cthulhu not only corrupted the creatures of Hell, but also rewrote the laws of Hell itself. It is no longer a 'space,' but a... 'living thing.'"

An Qingyu brought up a holographic projection, and the scene of hell collapsing appeared on the screen. Mountains of flesh and blood writhed, black tides surged, and the Chaos Throne floated at the bottom of the abyss.

“What’s even more serious is…” he pushed up his glasses, “Shen Qingzhu forcibly fused with a portion of Hell’s origin in order to prevent Hell from going completely berserk.”

"Now, he's become part of hell."

Ye Fan frowned deeply: "So... he is both Shen Qingzhu and the 'will' of Hell?"

Lin Qiye was silent for a moment: "That's one way to understand it."

Ye Fan slowly got up, walked to the window, and looked down at the night view of the capital.

“Cthulhu’s goal is not just Hell…” his voice was low, “It is to corrupt all the realms of the gods and transform them into its own ‘weapons’.”

"If even Hell can be brought to life... what about Heaven? What about Olympus? What about Asgard?"

He turned, his gaze sharp as a knife: "We must act immediately."

"First, activate the highest alert level at 'Kunlun Xu' and awaken the ancient beings that have been dormant."

"Second, unite all uncontaminated pantheons to establish a 'divine defense line'."

“Third…” he looked at Lin Qiye, “find Shen Qingzhu.”

Lin Qiye's Eternal Night Domain trembled slightly: "How do we find it?"

Ye Fan tapped his fingertip on the table, and a golden rune lit up: "'Kunlun Mirror' can trace the origin... As long as he is still alive, we can find it."

After the meeting, Baili Pangpang stood alone on the headquarters rooftop, clutching a silver lighter in his hand—a gift left behind by Shen Qingzhu.

"Old Shen...where the hell are you...?"

His voice was so low it was almost inaudible, and the night wind scattered the tears in his eyes.

Footsteps sounded behind him. Lin Qiye walked to his side, and the Eternal Night Domain silently unfolded, blocking out the cold wind.

"He'll be back."

Baili Pangpang gave a wry smile: "Qiye, do you even believe what you're saying?"

Lin Qiye did not answer, but simply looked up at the night sky.

The grayish-white mark flickered slightly in his right eye, as if in response to something.

The Night Watch Research Institute, seven floors underground.

An Qingyu's robotic arm was analyzing the drop of grayish-white liquid, and the data stream on the holographic screen was scrolling wildly.

"Strange..." he muttered to himself, "The energy fluctuations of the Chaos Mark...are they increasing?"

Suddenly, the curve on the screen fluctuated wildly!

"Shua——!!!"

The grayish-white liquid suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of mist that condensed into a blurry human figure in the air—

“An…Qing…Yu…”

Shen Qingzhu's voice seemed to come from a very distant place.

An Qingyu's pupils shrank dramatically: "Shen Qingzhu?! Where are you?!"

"hell……"

"I...am...modifying...it..."

The mist suddenly distorted, as if interfered with by some force, and Shen Qingzhu's voice became intermittent:

"Tell...Seven...Nights..."

"wait for me……"

"boom--!!!"

The fog dissipated, and the grayish-white liquid re-condensed, but its energy had been completely exhausted.

An Qingyu's robotic arm trembled as it recorded the last set of data: "He... he really is trying to control Hell..."

Zhulong Training Ground.

Zhang Yun's God-Slaying Spear was stuck in the ground, with the True Flame of the Candle Dragon flowing around him.

His dragon eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were seeing some kind of illusion—

Deep in hell, Shen Qingzhu stood before the throne of chaos, her four wings stained with blood, her left eye pitch black, and her right eye grayish-white.

Beneath his feet, the black tide surged, but it no longer attacked him; instead, it prostrated itself like a subject.

“Zhang...Yun…”

In the illusion, Shen Qingzhu slowly raised her head, a familiar smile curving her lips:

"Next time we meet... remember to buy me a drink..."

The illusion shattered, and Zhang Yun snapped back to reality, the dragon pattern on the God-Slaying Spear slightly warm to the touch.

"This guy..." he muttered to himself, "He really dares to go all out..."

Late at night, in the night watchman's dormitory.

Lin Qiye saw hell in his dream.

It wasn't a collapsing abyss, nor was it writhing flesh and blood; it was a... grayish-white city.

In the center of the city, Shen Qingzhu sat on the throne, with four wings spread behind him, the left wing being pitch black and the right wing being gray-white.

Beneath his feet, black tides and white mist intertwined, forming a rift leading to the present world.

"Seven Nights..."

Shen Qingzhu's voice came through clearly:

"Hell... will become our weapon..."

"Wait until I... completely tame it..."

Lin Qiye suddenly woke up, the grayish-white mark on his right eye burning hot like a branding iron.

Dawn is approaching outside the window.

...

Linjiang City, early morning.

Sunlight filtered through the thin mist, illuminating the quiet streets.

Lin Qiye and his group walked on the road leading to Hanshan Orphanage, the air filled with the faint fragrance of osmanthus.

Baili Pangpang took a deep breath and squinted his eyes in rapture: "The air here is really nice! Much better than the smog in Beijing!"

Anqingyu's robotic arm popped out an environmental monitoring device: "Air quality is excellent, humidity is suitable, and there is no pollution residue."

Zhang Yun's Candle Dragon True Flame subtly receded, and a rare gentleness appeared in his dragon eyes: "It's a quiet place."

Cao Yuan silently followed at the back, the murderous aura of the black blade subsided, as if he too was infected by this tranquility.

The rusty iron gate was wide open, with colorful balloons and a hand-painted "Welcome" sign hanging on it.

In the courtyard, a dozen or so children were playing and frolicking.

A little girl squatted by the flower bed, carefully watering the sunflowers;

Two boys were racing rolling hoops on the stone path, their laughter ringing out.

There was also a little girl with pigtails, who was standing on tiptoe trying to stick the windmill into a tree branch.

"Wow! We have guests!" someone shouted, and the children swarmed around, curiously looking at everyone.

Baili Pangpang instantly switched to "King of the Kids" mode, pulling out a handful of candy from his pocket: "Come on, come on, it's my treat, Fatty brother!"

The children's eyes lit up, but then they all took a step back and looked behind them—

An elderly man with gray hair and reading glasses walked over with a smile: "Don't scare the children, take your time."

Old Liu was wearing a faded shirt with paint stains on the cuffs, and he was holding half a piece of chalk in his hand.

"I'm the director here, my surname is Liu." He adjusted his glasses, his gaze kind. "You must be Qingzhu's friends?"

He mentioned you to me on the phone before!

Lin Qiye nodded.

"Yes!" Old Liu smiled, his wrinkles smoothing out. "That child is busy, but he calls home every month and sends gifts to the children!"

He pointed to the windmills and iron hoops in the children's hands: "He bought these."

Baili Pangpang's mouth dropped open: "Old Shen is actually so thoughtful?!"

The little girl with pigtails boldly tugged at Lin Qiye's sleeve: "Brother, are you really Brother Qingzhu's friends?"

Lin Qiye squatted down and nodded gently: "Mm."

The children immediately erupted in chaos—

"Isn't this guy incredibly awesome now?"

"He promised to teach me how to climb over the wall last time!"

He said he would take me to the amusement park!

Baili Pangpang patted his chest and said, "Amusement parks are nothing! Next time, I'll take you guys to the skies in a helicopter!"