He bantered with the girl for a while before heading to the seaside port, gazing in the direction of Death Island.
It was the fourth day, 13:22 PM.
The Z Church had also arrived on Nova Scotia, and the six members of the Hunter Squad had reached the Nova Scotia Spirit Management Committee.
The show was about to begin, and He Li was somewhat impatient, eager to know who else would join the chaotic battle for Death Island.
“Xiao Lan, can you see through the mist surrounding Death Island?” He Li asked Xiao Lan, looking at the phone map.
“Woof!” Xiao Lan nodded his head.
“Mm.” He Li patted Xiao Lan’s head and grinned in the direction of Death Island.
He Li stood up, watching a fishing boat sail out to sea from the port. With a light leap, he landed on the roof of the boat’s cabin. Xiao Lan also landed softly beside He Li.
He Li sat on the cabin roof, gazing at the iconic tall building in the city. A hint of malice flashed in his eyes, then, with a slight smile,
“Xiao Lan, does my smile look like a bad guy’s?”
“Whimper…” Xiao Lan whimpered softly, a perfunctory response to He Li’s question. He then slowly lay down, deciding this handsome dog didn’t want to witness the expression of a schemer.
He Li angrily patted Xiao Lan’s head, rolled his eyes, and lay down with his hands behind his head. The salty sea breeze brushed past him, but He Li felt no romance from the sea; instead, it made him a little nauseous.
Books were all lies. The slightly salty sea breeze brushed past, and looking at the azure sky with a few seagulls occasionally flying by, it felt like freedom and romance.
Bullshit!
How romantic could a salty breeze be?
How free could an endless expanse of cold seawater be?
Seagulls were quite nice to look at, provided they didn’t poop on your head.
...
“Susan, come in and sit down. Everyone is waiting for you.”
“Alright.”
Shang Jun stepped aside, making a gesture for Susan and the others to enter. After they entered the conference room, he closed the door, leaving Doyle, the branch chief of the Spirit Management Committee, outside.
Shang Jun walked to the head of the conference table and sat down. He lit a cigarette for himself, surveyed everyone, and then nodded at Luzel.
Luzel understood. He took out his backpack from under his feet, retrieved the small box containing the Eye of the Reaper, stood up, and placed it opposite Susan.
Shang Jun flicked the ash from his cigarette and said, “This is the Eye of the Reaper. Today, we will break through the mist surrounding Death Island and open it. At that time, other forces will land on Death Island. Your mission is, first, to kill those external forces, no matter who they are or what their affiliations are.
On Death Island, only our people shall exist.
Then, awaken the God of Death, Aigfen, and kill him.”
Shang Jun spoke while smoking, his tone not loud, his pitch even, as if narrating a trivial matter, yet every word was filled with murderous intent.
Everyone looked at Shang Jun, awaiting further orders.
Shang Jun paused and said, “I don’t care about those thieving curs; killing them is nothing to you. I only care about the God of Death, Aigfen.
Our primary target is the God of Death, Aigfen.
In the God-slaying war four years ago, we failed. The six-person squad was left with only Susan and Jin Rong. This is not a disgrace, but valuable experience. They faced a still-awakened god, and they still had the courage to fight.
Today, four years later, we will face a god again, a god that has just awakened. The nine of us, even if we all fall, must succeed in slaying the god.”
He looked at Susan and said, “If I do not fall in battle, command will be transferred to Susan.”
As he spoke,
Shang Jun took a lighter-sized button from his pocket, which had a protective cover. He placed the button on the table, and everyone’s gaze was drawn to it.
He pushed the button device towards Susan and said in a deep voice,
“This is the activation switch for the headquarters’ God-Slaying Nuclear Weapon. It has a built-in satellite positioning system. You will press this button at the moment before we all fall.”
“Then, leave the place.”
“Captain, I…”
Susan suddenly stood up, her eyes fixed on Shang Jun.
Shang Jun raised his hand to stop Susan from continuing. He didn’t look at Susan but at everyone else, grinning broadly and saying loudly,
“Brothers, we are about to slay a god, to achieve a great feat never before seen in thousands of years of human history, to let the death of a god forge our glorious achievements!”
“Let those who live in safe houses, content with their pleasures, continue their decadence. We will leave an epic, richly written chapter in history!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
...
Shang Jun was a man of great charisma. After the deputy leader of the Hunter Squad fell, no new deputy leader had been appointed, partly due to unsavory internal struggles.
However, Shang Jun had always been the spiritual leader of their war faction. He wasn’t the deputy leader, but in everyone’s hearts, he was.
The crowd was stirred, as if they had already succeeded in slaying the god and were enjoying the fruits of victory.
In reality, they all knew that, just like four years ago, most of them would die, and they couldn’t choose how they died. But, it didn’t matter. Since they were here, they might as well do something big.
Slaying a god, could a god be killed by mortals?
They didn’t know,
But they wanted to try.
Only Susan, looking down at the Eye of the Reaper and the God-Slaying Nuclear Weapon activation switch on the table, felt a chill spread through her heart. The battle from four years ago flashed through her mind like a slideshow.
Shang Jun waved his hand, signaling others to prepare. He looked at Susan, who was still standing there in a daze. After a moment of contemplation, he said,
“Susan, in this operation, Luzel, Jiang Zhong, and I are the main combatants. You will lead them to deal with the ants on Death Island. The moment the three of us fall, you will immediately activate the switch and lead them away from Death Island.”
Susan looked up and asked, “Captain, why can’t we use the satellite positioning to directly destroy the God of Death, Aigfen, with the God-Slaying Nuclear Weapon?”
Shang Jun frowned, his tone displeased, “Susan, are you scared?”
Susan stood frozen, her panicked eyes showing a hint of bewilderment. She dared not look at Shang Jun and slowly lowered her head.
Shang Jun sighed, looked at Susan’s reaction, and shook his head slightly. In a comforting tone, he said, “Even if we use the God-Slaying Nuclear Weapon directly, we still need to confirm its location, don’t we?
Alright, I’m here, don’t worry.”
Susan gave Shang Jun a deep look. After a long pause, she nodded, put away the Eye of the Reaper and the activation button from the table, and left the office.
Shang Jun sat back in his chair, remained silent for a while, and then lit another cigarette.
All the factions paying attention to Death Island had set out, their target Death Island.
Seventeen from the Z Church, nine from the Hunter Squad, Hos and Neffeta, and two divine envoys, Muslim and Morin.
He Li and Xiao Lan lay leisurely on the fishing boat, drifting slowly on the sea.
The weather was fine, suitable for killing people or slaying gods.
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