Chapter 1771
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Chapter 1771 The Non-existent Celebration
The Causeless Cause.
Chenlonguan.
“I declare, the God Hunting Festival… officially begins!” As Commander Lin’s voice fell, thunderous applause erupted from the venue.
Jia Shasha and Zhen Xiaoyi looked at that deep red figure, clapping their hands until they turned red. Streams of fireworks burst in the sky, converging into the shape of the Night Watchers’ emblem under Wu Quan’s control, drawing gasps of admiration from the crowd.
“Captain, Captain… eat a little less, your cheeks are about to burst.” A member of the [Phoenix] team couldn’t help but advise, watching “zombie” Xia Simeng frantically stuffing small cakes into her mouth.
Xia Simeng still wore her zombie makeup, with bright red “WORKING” characters on her head, her mouth stuffed full.
She glared at Commander Lin in the sky, “#*!@#@!!”
“…Captain, maybe finish eating before speaking?”
“I refuse! If Lin the Skinflint won’t approve our leave, can’t he at least let me eat a few more pastries? I’ve already finished my performance, today I’m going to enjoy this buffet! No one can stop me!”
Xia Simeng sat cross-legged in front of the stall, a small cake in each hand, stuffing them into her mouth while looking up at Commander Lin in the sky with resentful eyes.
“…” The team member hesitated for a moment before saying, “But Captain… that’s not Commander Lin. Commander Lin is outside managing this causality. Glaring at Monk Destiny won’t help.”
“They look the same anyway. Can’t I just vent my frustration?”
“Fine, fine…”
“When we get back, I’m definitely finding a way to get approved leave! No one can stop me!” Xia Simeng determinedly waved her fist.
Above the venue, a broadcast announcement sounded: “Next, Commander Lin will address everyone.”
Monk Destiny, wearing a deep red cloak with the seventh commander’s ceremonial saber at his waist, swept his indifferent gaze over the crowd below and spoke mechanically according to the script Lin Qiye had written for him:
“To date, the ‘God Hunting Project’ has been active for four years. During these four years, we have achieved substantial results. The nine divine corpses behind me are not the end of the plan. ‘God Hunting’ continues…”
This five-minute speech made Xia Simeng yawn several times, but it excited the many young Night Watchers below. They listened attentively from beginning to end, and although half of them didn’t fully understand, it didn’t prevent them from building confidence and setting goals.
The words “god slaying,” once unimaginable before those nine divine corpses, now seemed not so distant… Their spirits had transcended the confines of their original cities, entering a broader, more magnificent world.
A city needs people to guard it, but the city itself should not become a cage for these people.
After this festival, the spirit and vision of the younger generation of Night Watchers would far exceed all previous generations, continuously providing them with motivation and confidence—something unprecedented among past Night Watchers.
“…I hope you all become the most excellent Night Watchers; but more than that… I hope you become the last generation of Night Watchers.” Monk Destiny paused before delivering the final line of the speech,
“When the day comes that the world no longer needs Night Watchers for protection, it will mean that we have become the most successful generation.”
The Night Watchers below were stunned for a moment before they reacted, and thunderous applause filled the sky.
With the end of the speech, the festival entered its final phase.
Under the guidance of staff, the Night Watchers gradually moved toward the docks, but the fireworks on Chenlonguan’s walls didn’t stop—they became even more magnificent, as if bidding farewell to their departure.
The Night Watchers boarded the ships, and as the whistles sounded, they passed through Chenlonguan’s gates, gradually sailing toward land.
They stood at the stern, gazing at the silver-white city gradually receding in the distance, their eyes filled with longing and reminiscence.
Monk Destiny stood at the edge of the city wall. As the ships sailed away, the deep red cloak behind him gradually faded into nothingness, dissipating in mid-air…
At the same time, the many human pinnacles and human deities standing behind him also dissolved into nothingness, as if they had never existed.
Among the many phantom figures, only Wu Quan stepped forward, letting out a long breath:
“Finally over…”
“Monk, we performed pretty well this time, right? Can you put in a good word with Lin the Skin—I mean, Commander Lin, to approve a day off for us?” Xia Simeng, wearing a golden cloak, flew to Monk Destiny’s side and asked.
Monk Destiny glanced at her and said flatly, “You were certainly putting effort into glaring at me.”
“Uh…”
“Let’s go. This causality that never existed should end now.”
As Monk Destiny’s words fell, the world around them began to fade and blur. Strands of causality threads floated out from their bodies, extending into the distant void…
…
East Sea surface.
Lin Qiye, holding [The Causeless Cause], slowly opened his eyes.
Hundreds of causality threads floated from his palm, returning to the sleeping Night Watchers behind him. Meanwhile, the figures of Monk Destiny, Wu Quan, and the [Phoenix] team approached from the distance.
“Thank you all for your hard work,” Lin Qiye smiled slightly.
Hearing this, Xia Simeng’s eyes lit up. “You think I worked hard too! Right? So…”
“Xia Simeng, have you finished that 20,000-word self-criticism for forging leave papers last time?” Lin Qiye asked leisurely before she could finish.
Xia Simeng’s body stiffened. She laughed dryly and scratched her head:
“I’m suddenly worried about the situation at other borders… I’ll take my team to patrol first. You all chat slowly.”
With those words, Xia Simeng gave a look to the [Phoenix] team members behind her, and they transformed into streaks of golden light, disappearing into the horizon.
Monk Destiny tossed the saber to Lin Qiye and calmly asked:
“How’s the situation?”
“One came from the northern border, surrounded by the four of them. He probably won’t escape. Two at the southern border—Brother Zhuai has already severely injured one, but the other has many tricks and has fled into the mist.”
“Then I’ll go help first.”
Wu Quan immediately set off, heading straight for the southern border.
With his departure, the ship grew quiet again. Lin Qiye sat at the bow holding the saber, looking back at the sprawled sleeping Night Watchers, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
“Next comes the most crucial step,” Monk Destiny said with palms together, standing beside Lin Qiye.
“Yes.” Lin Qiye nodded. “Whether we can rouse the tiger in the mountain depends on this attempt.”
On the deck beside him, Zhen Xiaoyi and Jia Shasha, who were sleeping soundly, had fluttering eyelashes, seeming about to wake up.
