Chapter 1454
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Chapter 1454 The End?
The night sky gradually dispersed, revealing its original dim yellow hue.
On the devastated land, countless figures in white were carrying stretchers, quickly moving back and forth inside and outside Chennan Gate.
Although Chennan Gate had abundant medical resources, they were somewhat insufficient in the face of such large-scale war casualties. Transport planes carrying numerous medical personnel and equipment from other war outposts were slowly landing inside the gate, while Nightwatchers with minor injuries supported each other as they returned to Chennan Gate.
“Sister Hongying, are you all okay?”
Lin Qiye finished clearing the battlefield and quickly walked over to Hongying and the others.
“I’m fine… but Wen Qimo’s mental power suffered severe backlash, and he’s lost consciousness.” Hongying carried the unconscious Wen Qimo on her back, shaking her head bitterly.
Lin Qiye’s mental power scanned Wen Qimo’s body. After confirming there was no life-threatening danger, he sighed slightly in relief, took him from Hongying’s back, and said seriously:
“The logistics team should have someone who can treat this condition. I’ll take him to see them in a bit… Moli, are you okay?”
Lin Qiye turned to look at Moli who was walking alongside Hongying.
Moli was slightly startled, then shook her head and said, “I only have superficial wounds, nothing serious.”
Moli’s peripheral vision swept the surroundings, as if searching for something. She looked at Lin Qiye, hesitating to speak.
“I’ll take Qimo for treatment first. See you inside the gate later.” Lin Qiye nodded, then carrying Wen Qimo, transformed into a streak of light and quickly disappeared behind Chennan Gate’s outer wall.
After delivering Wen Qimo to the treatment room, Lin Qiye had just walked out when he saw a familiar figure standing on the outer wall, seemingly gazing into the distance.
“Pangpang, what are you looking at?”
Lin Qiye walked to his side and followed his gaze, his expression becoming somewhat strange.
“Nothing… nothing at all.” Baili Pangpang turned his head away, but after a moment’s pause, he couldn’t help but ask, “Her injuries, are they serious?”
Baili Pangpang didn’t specify who “she” was, but Lin Qiye knew exactly who he meant.
“Just superficial wounds, nothing major.” Lin Qiye looked at him suspiciously, “If you’re so worried, why not go see her yourself? This isn’t like when we were in Guangshen. You’re now Baili Pangpang of the [Nightfall] team, almost unrivaled below the Divine Realm, and the scars on your face have completely healed from Gun-ge’s medicinal bath on the island… What are you still afraid of?”
Lin Qiye clearly remembered that after resolving the [Bell Crand] incident years ago, Baili Pangpang had actively invited Moli to meet in Guangshen City. However, after the incident with the Baili family that nearly cost him his life and left his face scarred, Baili Pangpang ultimately didn’t have the courage to meet Moli.
Years had passed, and now Baili Pangpang was at the peak of “Klein,” his facial scars healed. From any perspective, he was qualified to stand by Moli’s side.
“Have you… changed your mind?” Lin Qiye asked with a strange expression.
“No.” Baili Pangpang immediately shook his head. He opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t utter a word.
Seeing this, Lin Qiye didn’t press further, only reminding him,
“The matter between you two still needs to be resolved by yourselves… but I think, since you initiated it back then, you should give her, and your former selves, an answer, no matter what.”
Baili Pangpang stood in place, silent.
While they were talking, An Qingyu, Jiang Er, and Cao Yuan also arrived one after another. None of them had significant injuries, but they were mentally and physically exhausted after the great battle.
“Qiye, something doesn’t seem right,” An Qingyu pushed up his glasses and spoke seriously.
“What’s wrong?”
“Look there.” An Qingyu pointed to the sky, where several Great Xia divine shadows were flying past, seemingly on alert for something. “We clearly won, but the Great Xia gods don’t seem to have stood down. Instead, they’ve split into two groups – one resting above Chennan Gate, the other constantly patrolling the Great Xia border…”
Seeing this, Lin Qiye’s brows furrowed slightly.
In the recent divine battle, the Indian gods had been utterly defeated, with their divine realm’s source destroyed and nearly 80% of their deities killed in battle. Even if some remnants had escaped back into the mist, it shouldn’t warrant such vigilance from the Great Xia gods… Could it be that this war wasn’t over yet?
“Let’s go ask.” Lin Qiye spotted Zuo Qing, his body wrapped in bandages, walking out of the medical room, and quickly headed toward him.
…
“…According to statistics, in this battle at Chennan Gate, eighty-two Nightwatchers died in battle, nineteen were severely injured and disabled. These individuals basically can’t continue Nightwatcher activities anymore… Currently, those who survived and remain combat-capable number less than twenty. Military and civilian casualties are still being tallied, though they should be relatively better.”
A Nightwatcher pushed bandage-wrapped Zuo Qing in a wheelchair out of the medical room, reporting the casualty statistics as they moved.
Hearing these numbers, Zuo Qing’s body trembled slightly.
After a moment of silence, he asked, “What about the Great Xia gods?”
“The Great Xia gods also suffered heavy casualties. News just came from the Star Lord that five of the Twelve Golden Immortals have died in battle, three are severely injured and have lost combat capability, and the death rate among other deities is also around 30%… That final desperate counterattack almost completely annihilated the Indian gods, but the backlash on Great Xia was also extreme.
Currently, the combat power that the Great Xia gods can mobilize is less than half of what it was originally.”
Zuo Qing closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
“The war isn’t over yet, so we can’t hold grand funeral ceremonies for the fallen Nightwatchers… Send people to return their remains to their respective stations, erect tombstones, and give them proper burials. When everything settles, we’ll officially honor their merits.”
“Yes.”
As they were speaking, several figures wearing deep red cloaks approached.
“Commander Zuo.” Lin Qiye looked at Zuo Qing’s bandage-covered body and asked, “Your injuries…”
“Don’t worry, I’m not dying yet.” Zuo Qing forced a bitter smile, “What do you need?”
“Is this war… truly over?”
Seeing the concern in Lin Qiye’s eyes, Zuo Qing sighed lightly and shook his head, saying:
“That, I don’t know either.”
Lin Qiye was slightly taken aback.
“Before you arrived, a group of people calling themselves hidden gods came to Great Xia on Si Xiaonan’s orders to deliver a warning.” Zuo Qing paused for a moment. “They said that Olympus seems to have been preparing something all along. Now that Great Xia and the Temple of Gods are both severely weakened, if I were them, I wouldn’t miss this opportunity either…”
“Olympus?” Hearing this name, everyone’s expressions grew solemn.
