"I declare that the Hunting God Celebration... has officially begun!" Commander Lin finished his words, and roaring applause rang out from the venue.
Jia Shasha and Zhen Xiaoyi looked at the crimson figure, slapping their palms so hard that they turned red. Fireworks burst out in the air, converging into the shape of the Night Watchman's badge under Wu Quan's control, causing all the Night Watchmen to marvel.
"Captain, captain... eat less, your cheeks will be full." A member of the [Phoenix] team looked at the "zombie" Xia Simeng who was crazily stuffing small cakes into his mouth, and couldn't help but advise.
.
Xia Simeng still wore the zombie makeup on her face, with the word "work" in bright red on her head, and her mouth was already stuffed.
She glared at Commander Lin in the air angrily, "*&!@#@!!"
"...Captain, why don't you talk after you finish eating?"
"I don't! If Lin Papi doesn't give us permission to leave, why can't he let me eat a few more snacks? Anyway, I've finished the performance, and I'm going to have a buffet here today! No one can stop me!"
Xia Simeng sat cross-legged in front of the shop, holding a small cake in each hand and stuffing it into her mouth again. She looked into the sky with Commander Lin's eyes full of resentment.
"..." The team member hesitated for a moment and then said, "But captain...that's not Commander Lin. Commander Lin is presiding over this cause and effect outside. It's useless for you to glare at the fateful monk."
"They all look the same anyway, why don't I explain my hatred?"
"Okay, okay..."
"When I go back this time, I must find a way to get the holiday! No one can stop me!" Xia Simeng waved her fist firmly.
Over the venue, the voice of the radio sounded: "Next, Commander Lin will deliver a speech to everyone."
Monk Fate wore a crimson cloak and carried a straight knife symbolizing the identity of the seventh commander on his waist. He swept his eyes indifferently at the people below, and said in a strict manner according to the manuscript Lin Qiye wrote for him:
"So far, the 'Hunting God Plan' has been launched for four years. In these four years, we have achieved fruitful results. The nine corpses behind me are not the end of the plan. The 'Hunting God' is still continuing..."
This five-minute speech made Xia Simeng couldn't help but yawn several times, but it made many young night watchmen below excited. They listened carefully from beginning to end, although most of them couldn't understand.
, but this does not prevent them from building self-confidence and goals.
Before those nine divine corpses, the word "god-killing" that they had never dared to think about seemed not that far away... Their minds had escaped from the city where they were originally, and came to a more vast and exciting world.
A city needs a group of people to defend it, but the city itself should not become a prison for this group of people.
Since this celebration, the spirit and vision of the younger generation of Night Watchmen will far exceed that of previous generations, giving them a steady stream of motivation and confidence, which has never been seen among previous Night Watchmen.
"...I hope that you can all grow into the best night watchmen; but I hope even more...that you can become the last batch of night watchmen." The voice of the fateful monk paused for a moment and said the last sentence in the speech.
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"When one day, the world no longer needs the protection of the night watchman, it means that we have become the most successful generation."
The night watchmen below were stunned for a moment, and then they came to their senses, and thunderous applause resounded through the sky.
As the speech ended, the celebration also came to an end.
Under the guidance of the staff, many night watchmen gradually moved in the direction of the dock, but the fireworks on the Shenlongguan wall not only did not stop, but became even grander, as if to see them off.
The night watchmen boarded the ship, and as the whistle sounded, they passed through the gate of Shenlongguan and gradually headed towards the land.
They all stood at the stern of the ship, looking at the silver-white city that was gradually receding in the distance, their eyes full of yearning and aftertaste.
The fateful monk stood on the edge of the city wall and saw the ship go away. The crimson cloak behind him gradually faded into nothingness and disappeared in mid-air...
At the same time, the many human ceilings and human gods standing behind him also turned into nothingness, as if they had never existed.
Among the many shadows, only Wuquan walked out slowly and breathed a long sigh of relief:
"it is finally over……"
"Monk, we performed pretty hard this time, didn't we? Can we go back and intercede with Lin Pa...Commander Lin and ask him to grant us a day off?" Xia Simeng, wearing a golden cloak, flew to the fateful monk and asked
road.
The fateful monk glanced at her and said calmly, "You were really working hard when you glared at me."
"Forehead……"
"Let's go, this cause and effect that never existed has to end."
As the words of the fateful monk fell, the world around everyone faded and blurred, and threads of cause and effect floated out of their bodies, extending into the void in the distance...
…
The surface of the East China Sea.
Lin Qiye, who was holding [Unprovoked Cause] in his hand, slowly opened his eyes.
Hundreds of causal threads floated out from his palms and returned to the sleeping night watchman behind him. At the same time, the figures of the fateful monk, Wu Quan, and the [Phoenix] team came one after another from a distance.
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone." Lin Qiye smiled slightly.
Hearing this sentence, Xia Simeng's eyes lit up, "You also think I have worked hard! Right! Then..."
"Xia Simeng, have you finished writing the 20,000-word review of the last time you forged a fake note without permission?" Before Xia Simeng could finish, Lin Qiye spoke leisurely.
Xia Simeng's body trembled, she laughed twice, scratched her head and said:
"I'm suddenly a little worried about the situation at other borders... I'll lead a team to inspect it first, and you guys can chat slowly."
After finishing her words, Xia Simeng glanced at the many members of the [Phoenix] team behind her, and at the same time turned into several golden streams of light and disappeared into the sky.
Monk Fate threw the straight knife in his hand to Lin Qiye and said calmly:
"How's the situation?"
"There is one on the northern border. He is being held captive by four of them and is surrounded and suppressed. He should not be able to escape. There are two on the southern border. Brother Drag has already seriously injured one. The other one has a lot of tricks and has already disappeared into the fog.
Fleeed."
"Then I'll go help first."
Wu Quan immediately set off and rushed straight to the southern border.
As he left, the ship became quiet again. Lin Qiye sat on the bow of the ship holding a straight knife, looking back at the many night watchmen sleeping in all directions, with a faint smile on his lips.
"The next step is the most critical step." Monk Fate clasped his hands together and stood beside Lin Qiye.
"Yes." Lin Qiye nodded, "Whether we can knock down the tiger in the mountain depends on this time."
On the deck beside him, Zhen Xiaoyi and Jia Shasha were sleeping soundly, their eyelashes trembling slightly, as if they were about to wake up soon.