Chapter 230: Why is Life So Strong?

"It's useless, the God of Death can be defeated."

Despairing, Ouwei cried out. He climbed to the top of a low building, waved his hands at the edge, and then, in despair, he leaped towards the east, his head hitting the ground, and he became a corpse.

Seeing his death, the surrounding humans were numb.

There were many like him who were in despair.

Here, in Gyaewina, the last stronghold of humanity, not a single person believed they could hold off the God of Death's attack.

There were over 2 million people in the city, and among them, 150,000 had established the Church of the God of Death within the city. This was absolutely not allowed in the past, but now, no one would stop them.

At this time, the highest leader of humanity had decisively sent troops to explore the God of Death's realm, hoping to find a way to deal with the God of Death. However, not a single one of the departing troops returned.

Standing on a platform higher than the city walls, he looked towards the God of Death's realm, which was an endless darkness, even blocking out the light of the 'Lampposts'.

The darkness gradually approached this place.

"In about 10 years, no, maybe even in 5 years or 3 years, Gyaewina will be destroyed, and humanity will perish."

"What should we do? What can we do?"

Weil was the current highest leader of humanity, but his mind was blank, and he had no concrete plans; he was just struggling.

At this moment, he was lying on a recliner, with a maid by his side, brewing him some tea.

He held a cigarette in one hand, smoking leisurely, with a cloud of smoke around him, and he was calm and composed.

All the inquiries were not really inquiries; he was like everyone else in this city.

At this moment, his son burst in: "Father, I've discovered that the God of Death fears fire. Does this mean that plasma can actually attack the God of Death?"

"Then nuclear bombs should also be able to harm the God of Death."

Weil turned and smiled, saying, "Kou'er Ni, don't do anything meaningless. We don't have much time left. You should learn to enjoy yourself."

"Naxi, arrange a woman for Kou'er Ni, and let him know what pleasure is."

Sloth.

Kou'er Ni looked at his father in disbelief. He remembered that his father was not like this. In the past, he always held hope for everything. If not, he wouldn't have sent troops to the God of Death's realm to find a way to kill the God of Death.

"But we've never used them, have we?"

"It's come to this, and we're just going to sit and wait for death?"

"Don't you think it's too late?"

He shouted.

Weil's expression didn't change at all. He said calmly, "Nuclear weapons are not in the hands of any of our mayors. The person who had control over them died long ago, and the launch site is hundreds of kilometers away from here."

"Even if what you say is true, Kou'er Ni, there's no chance now."

Kou'er Ni left in anger.

He found his uncle, who was currently the commander of the entire Gyaewina military.

"I want to leave the city, Uncle Mobenxi."

Mobenxi was drinking, completely drunk. Holding his bottle, he pinched his bulbous nose and said, "Oh, it's Kou'er Ni. You've come at the right time. Help me up."

He was lying against the wall like a pile of mud.

Kou'er Ni didn't help him up but continued, "I want to leave. Let a troop escort me out, or give me an order."

Mobenxi belched and then slowly took a medal out of his pocket, saying, "Take it. It's useless now anyway. You're the commander of the military now."

So childish.

Kou'er Ni took a deep breath, took the medal, and left.

He arrived at the military camp, which was almost empty.

An old soldier sitting next to him turned and looked at him, saying, "Are you looking for someone? Don't bother. They've all gone home."

"To go to the God of Death's realm and die, or to stay at home and spend more time with your family, or to find a woman to pass the time."

Kou'er Ni's face was filled with disappointment.

"Why is it like this?"

He wanted to fight for his research. He didn't want to wait for death like his father; that would be too torturous.

The medal slipped from his hand, and the old soldier, seeing the medal, was startled and asked, "What are you doing here?"

At first, he thought Kou'er Ni was looking for someone.

"Forget it."

"I was just dreaming, fantasizing that I could save the world with my childish ideas, but how could that be possible?"

"With so many humans in the past, wasn't there anyone who researched nuclear bombs and found that they could eliminate the God of Death?"

"But no one did it because everyone knew this method wouldn't work."

Kou'er Ni muttered to himself and then, in a daze, headed towards the God of Death's realm.

At this moment, the old soldier spoke up: "Do you want to leave the city?"

"I can help you with that."

Kou'er Ni was startled and asked, "You don't want to pass the time?"

The old soldier shook his head. He looked to be in his fifties, but his body was still robust.

"If I wanted to, I should be in a bar, not here."

He stood up and smiled, "Don't worry about me. My family has already died. I can find some people who also want to leave the city. It's too hard to stay here, so we might as well take a chance and go to the God of Death's realm."

Kou'er Ni's face lit up with joy, and he nodded.

Soon, the old soldier found a few people, not many, just three, including Kou'er Ni, making a total of five.

This was barely enough for a troop; it was more like a squad, a squad going to their deaths.

But none of them looked like they were going to their deaths; instead, they looked very relaxed.

"Let's go!"

They got into an armored vehicle with their weapons and headed towards the God of Death's realm.

No one stopped them, and they left the city smoothly.

After driving just 100 meters, they were engulfed in a thick fog, and only the vehicle's headlights could illuminate the road a few meters ahead.

No one paid attention to these people.

This included the monitoring of the Silk Civilization and the God of Death.

For them, armies of hundreds and thousands were just trash, so why would they care about five people?

Not even a powerful God of Death would bother with these guys because their monsters would clean them up.

However, being ignored didn't mean they were insignificant. The group of five, helping each other, actually managed to find the secret nuclear launch site using a map.

This was a top-secret area, and even the God of Death might not know about it.

The God of Death was not truly all-knowing and all-powerful. They relied on the fear of life to sustain them.

And these five people were not afraid, so the God of Death couldn't see them, and they couldn't defeat them.

"Launch it."

"One last try."

"Whether we win or not doesn't matter. We've tried our best." The old soldier, with only one hand and one leg left, sat to the side and chuckled twice.

Kou'er Ni, his body wrapped in bandages, lay on the ground, with only one breath left. He closed his eyes, ready to embrace death.

The other three were also injured, and none of them were in good condition.

The nuclear launch procedure was indeed complex, but due to a lack of maintenance, the equipment was outdated.

Outdated equipment was easily invaded by more advanced technology. One of the three soldiers had some technical skills. He hacked into the mainframe and launched the nuclear bomb.

For them, this didn't mean much, as one nuclear bomb couldn't change the situation.

That's what they thought.

But they never expected that this nuclear bomb would change the world. Everything changed, and the God of Death, who had held an absolute advantage, began to decline after this nuclear bomb.