"Do you believe that I know what you're thinking right now?"
The cheering soldiers shed tears as well. Tanks and armored vehicles rumbled, and the soldiers began the cleanup after the battle.
Clearing roadblocks, or gathering the bodies of their fallen comrades.
Some people cheered for Wang Ji, but no one came over to curiously question him. They had probably received orders from their superiors.
He stood near the huge crater. At some point, Qi Lin had come to stand beside him. In fact, she had approached shortly after Wang Ji confirmed the giant robot was dead.
Watching Wang Ji stare blankly at the giant robot's corpse, she suddenly spoke.
"Huh?"
Wang Ji looked over, somewhat surprised.
"You must be thinking that it would be great if this giant robot could turn into a long, rectangular wooden box. That way, you could still loot it." Her words drifted out lightly.
Wang Ji's expression stiffened slightly. Then he scratched his head awkwardly, left speechless.
The corners of Qi Lin's lips curled upward slightly. She felt that she had hit the mark.
"Are you superheroes really this trendy? The Chicken Dinner Game only came out a year ago, and you already have a superpower like that?" She looked at this young man with great interest in her lovely eyes.
Perhaps because they had met before, or perhaps because she was a woman, she could approach him without anyone stopping her and ask the things everyone else was dying to know but could not bring themselves to ask.
"Uh... well... Oh, right! I have something urgent to do. I need to go first."
Wang Ji was clearly at a loss for words, but he seemed to suddenly remember something. He shook his head and waved goodbye to Qi Lin apologetically. "Sister Qi Lin, if fate permits, we'll meet again."
After saying that, he glanced at Zhang Youdan, the captain of the Wild Wolf Commando, who was about to walk over, and shouted, "Captain Zhang, I have an urgent matter to deal with! I'll be going now! If fate permits, we'll meet again!"
With that, he ignored Qi Lin's raised hand calling after him, ignored the astonishment of Zhang Youdan and many of the soldiers, and vanished into the distance in an instant like a dark shadow, swift as the wind.
"Hey, you..."
Qi Lin's raised hand had yet to fall. She stared blankly in the direction he had gone. She did not know why—perhaps she should not have—but amid her surprise, she also felt a little disappointed.
He had left without the slightest hesitation...
"Why did he leave? I definitely need to file a report on this..."
Zhang Youdan looked confused and troubled. He walked up to the beautiful policewoman who seemed to be quite close to the superhero and asked in puzzlement.
"I... I don't know. He just said he had something urgent to do." Qi Lin shook her head blankly.
She truly did not know. She did not think Wang Ji had hurriedly left because her question had seemed too probing. She had not actually asked him anything. That could not be it... right?
The two of them, along with a group of soldiers, looked toward the direction the dark shadow had disappeared. Watching the "superhero" who had come and gone in such a hurry leave just like that, they fell silent.
"Everything that follows is top secret. Aside from the highest command, only we know about it."
Inside a top-secret conference hall, a projector cast its image onto the screen at the front. Before the long conference table, a blonde woman in a burgundy female officer's uniform addressed the attendees in a calm voice.
Blue images illuminated the dim conference room, and the atmosphere was solemn yet calm.
"At 8:45 yesterday morning, an alien clad in silver armor entered Angel International Building in Tianhe City.
Our investigation confirmed that she was a female alien from the Angel Nebula.
According to Super God Academy records, they call themselves the Angel Civilization, or simply angels."
The blonde woman was beautiful, appearing to be twenty-eight or twenty-nine. Her temperament was intellectual and mature, while her voice was pleasant and magnetic. "For thirty thousand years, the angel race has been composed entirely of beautiful women. It has been one thousand three hundred and ninety-two years since their last recorded arrival on Earth."
After the briefing, a stern-looking middle-aged general in uniform seated to her left, at the upper right side of the conference table, nodded and looked at the attendees below. "Earth's understanding of the Angel Civilization is very limited. If we judge solely by the Angel Scriptures, they appear to regard themselves as the King of Gods."
The middle-aged general's voice was steady and forceful as he continued, "Put simply, they are the highest civilization in the universe. In my personal memories, there have been many wars between angels and demons, but no direct contact.
"The Angel Civilization pursues the justice defined by their own beliefs. We do not know what their arrival this time signifies.
"So, if possible, we should try to establish communication with the angels. Furthermore, neither Earth's technology nor De Nuo No. 3 can track their movements at all. They have already surpassed the De Nuo Civilization."
Finally, he looked toward a woman in a black trench coat across the conference table. "All right. Regarding the Taotie who attacked Airport Road last night... Leina, what do you think?"
As he spoke, his eyes held a faintly unusual expression as he glanced toward another part of the conference table.
"Yes. The Taotie Civilization belongs to the Styx Galaxy. There is a supreme god there named Death God Karl, who enjoys studying death."
Leina, the woman in the black trench coat, looked quite young. Her long brown hair was soft and smooth, her features beautiful and proper, and her bearing poised. Her expression was calm yet serious.
As she spoke, she could not help glancing toward a certain spot. Her brows rose slightly, amusement appearing at the corners of her eyes.
She continued, "That is why the intelligent life forms in that galaxy all enjoy slaughtering one another and creating death to please that god."
"A god?"
An elderly voice rang out, somewhat hoarse and carrying obvious doubt.
It belonged to a plump old man. His clothes were simple, yet he was stern without being harsh and imposing without being angry, as though he possessed the natural bearing of someone in authority.
He sat one seat below the middle-aged general, holding a warm teacup in his hand. Yet he set it down and looked toward Leina.
Clearly, he did not agree with some of the concepts in Miss Leina's words.
Leina did not mind. She smiled and answered directly, "Uncle Huang... shipborne space travel, relying on spacecraft and fragile life forms, could never truly carry someone alive from one star system to another.
"So genetic technology and the god-making project began."
She could understand his thinking and was not angered by his doubts.
The blonde woman in the burgundy uniform and the middle-aged general in uniform merely watched, unsurprised.
There would always be differences in exchanges between civilizations.
And Miss Leina came from another civilization.
The God River Giant Star System—they called it the Heavenly Dao Star System—where the Fierce Sun Civilization resided.
And the young Miss Leina was the supreme god of the Fierce Sun Civilization, of extremely noble status.
The fact that she could communicate with Earth's pre-nuclear civilization as an equal was already exceptionally rare.
Clearly, the old man called Uncle Huang was not trying to press the matter. He nodded at her words. "I know all that. It's just that we... ah... don't really like the concept of gods."
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