108: Chapter 108 Don't rush! Let's take care of business first! (Referring to inspecting the troops)

"Let go... hurry up and let go! My waist is going to snap!"

On the altar, Jiang Chen let out a suppressed growl, the veins on his forehead bulging.

He felt like what was hanging on him wasn't a gorgeous beauty, but a hydraulic clamp operating at full power. Jiang Wanqiu's genetically perfected physique, bolstered by the enthusiasm of "long-awaited reunion," had nearly snapped Jiang Chen's old waist in two.

"I won't!"

Jiang Wanqiu buried her face in Jiang Chen's chest, greedily inhaling the pleasant scent of the aftershave on him. Her voice was muffled, carrying a playful, spoiled stubbornness:

"It was so hard to finally catch you alive, what if you turn into light and run away again? I want to tie you back to my bedchamber and lock you on the bed!"

"Lock my ass!"

Jiang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, reaching out and smacking her amazingly resilient back. "Tens of thousands of eyes are watching! You might not care about your reputation, but I still need my Godhood!"

He pointed to the square formation of soldiers below the altar, who had turned their backs but had their ears perked up like antennas, and lowered his voice to threaten her:

"If you don't get down now, the 'Divine Offspring' plan I promised you earlier is canceled!"

This move was indeed a killer technique.

Jiang Wanqiu stiffened, a flash of panic crossing her red eyes. She extremely reluctantly released her octopus-like limbs and slowly slid down from Jiang Chen, but her hands still tightly clutched his arm, afraid that he would ascend on the spot the next second.

"Then... it's a deal, no backing out."

She tidied her slightly messy silver hair, took a deep breath, and instantly switched from that clingy little kitten back to the decisive Wasteland Empress.

"The President!"

Jiang Wanqiu's cold, clear shout echoed across the square. "All units, attention! About face! Prepare for inspection by the Father God!"

"Boom!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers turned in unison once again.

This time, there was more than just fanaticism in their eyes; there was a bit more curiosity and awe. After all, although they hadn't seen the full picture of that "divine union" scene just moments ago, the commotion was enough for them to imagine an earth-shattering, heaven-defying drama.

Jiang Chen straightened his wrinkled trench coat, stood tall, and stepped down from the altar.

Although he was a cheater, walking on this land filled with the smell of rust and gunpowder, looking at this endless torrent of steel, an indescribable sense of pride surged in his heart.

This is the empire I conquered!

Although most of it was obtained by giving away ham sausages and raincoats.

"Father God, this is the first formation, the Night Ranger Special Forces."

Jiang Wanqiu held Jiang Chen's arm and pointed to the row of soldiers at the front, who were wearing gray cloaks and looking mysterious, introducing them.

Jiang Chen took a closer look, and the corners of his mouth immediately curled up wildly.

Good grief.

What kind of special forces are these?

What these people were wearing was clearly the [Quantum Optical Camouflage Raincoats] he had bought in bulk on Pinduoduo for 9.9 yuan with free shipping!

However, here in the Wasteland, this item was treated as a treasure by Jiang Wanqiu. Each raincoat had been carefully tailored, with tactical ties on the cuffs. The originally slightly cheap plastic texture, aged by the Wasteland's wind and sand, had actually taken on an eerily high-end tactical look.

"Not bad, looks quite spirited."

Jiang Chen commented, holding back his laughter.

"Thanks to the divine artifacts bestowed by the Father God!"

The special forces captain was trembling with excitement. He stepped forward and "whoosh," pulled the raincoat hood over his head.

The next second, in full view of everyone... he disappeared.

Only a high-energy dagger remained, floating in the air.

"With this divine garment, we can go anywhere we want! Last time we raided the Brotherhood of Steel, I snuck in alone and even stole their Commander's belt!"

Jiang Chen: "..."

Fine, although the usage is a bit lewd, at least they've figured out the "invisibility" function.

Continuing forward.

The second formation was even more eye-opening for Jiang Chen.

These people were carrying huge, gas tank-like things on their backs and holding tubes similar to flamethrowers in their hands.

"What is this?" Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow.

"This is the 'Purification Legion'."

Jiang Wanqiu said with a face full of pride, "They are equipped with the 'Breath of God' you bestowed upon us."

Jiang Chen leaned in and looked closely, seeing the label on the tank—[Heavy-Duty Degreaser].

Good grief.

Did they turn kitchen cleaner into a biochemical weapon?

"This thing... can it fight?" Jiang Chen expressed skepticism.

"It absolutely can!"

Jiang Wanqiu's eyes lit up, "When this divine water is sprayed out, whether it's the carapace of a mutant beast or the enemy's power armor, as long as it gets on it, it instantly becomes extremely brittle and shatters with a single tap! It's simply an armor-piercing divine artifact!"

Jiang Chen listened, stunned.

He never expected that the stuff used to clean range hoods on Earth would, under the Wasteland's chemical reactions, become a highly corrosive armor-piercing acid?

If this isn't called dimensional reduction strike, what is?

Just as Jiang Chen was marveling at the "infinite wisdom of the working people."

"Sizzle—bang!"

At the end of the formation, a discordant explosion suddenly rang out, accompanied by a thick plume of black smoke.

A four-meter-tall heavy mecha suddenly began to tremble violently as if it were having a seizure. Sparks sprayed from its right leg joint, and the entire mecha lost its balance, looking like it was about to topple over to the side.

"Watch out!"

"Move away! The power core is out of control!"

The surrounding soldiers scattered in panic.

The mecha's pilot was a young man, currently sweating profusely in the cockpit, desperately pulling the control stick, but it was completely futile.

"Damn it! Dropping the chain at the critical moment!"

Jiang Wanqiu's face turned cold. This was the critical moment of the parade for the Father God; making such a fool of themselves was practically a capital offense!

She flipped her wrist, her alloy combat blade about to be unsheathed, ready to slash the out-of-control mecha directly to avoid hurting Jiang Chen.

"Don't move."

A hand gently pressed down on her wrist.

Jiang Chen walked forward with a calm expression.

"Father God! Danger!" Grand Commander Lei Zhen wanted to rush up to take the bullet, but was stopped by a look from Jiang Chen.

Just kidding.

If I don't show off now, when will I?

Jiang Chen walked straight to the mecha that was still twitching and emitting electric sparks.

That massive steel body before him was like a small mountain about to collapse. Scorching heat waves rushed toward him, but he didn't even blink.

"System, scan for faults."

He muttered to himself.

[Ding! Scan complete.]

[Cause of fault: Right knee hydraulic drive shaft is jammed, causing core power output disruption.]

[Repair plan: System forced reset (Energy points consumed: 50).]

"Repair."

Jiang Chen slowly extended his right hand and gently smacked the mecha's leg armor, which was covered in grease and scorch marks.

The movement was understated.

Just like patting an unruly television.

"Hum—"

A faint blue light, visible only to Jiang Chen, flowed from his palm into the interior of the mecha.

The next second.

A miracle happened.

The mecha, which had been vibrating violently and making ear-piercing friction sounds, instantly quieted down. The spurting sparks disappeared, and the smoking wires reconnected.

That originally jammed right leg, accompanied by the sound of smooth mechanical operation, actually moved flexibly, steadily standing the body back up straight.

Even the reactor indicator light on the mecha's chest, which had been somewhat dim, lit up again with a dazzling green light, as if it had just come off the assembly line.

Dead silence.

The entire square fell into a deathly silence once again.

The pilot was stunned.

Grand Commander Lei Zhen was stunned.

Even Jiang Wanqiu was stunned.

For them, fixing this kind of fault usually required taking the mecha apart into pieces, or even replacing the entire drive shaft, which would take at least three days and three nights.

And the Father God...

Just like that... a single smack?

It's fixed?

Is this the power of a god?

Is this the legendary "Hand of God"?

"Thump!"

The pilot, who had narrowly escaped death, opened the cockpit door, jumped down from four meters high, and knelt at Jiang Chen's feet, kowtowing like a pestle pounding garlic:

"Thank you, Father God, for saving my life! Thank you, Father God, for bestowing divine power!"

"Long live the Father God!!!"

This shout completely ignited the emotions of the entire crowd.

The fanaticism in the eyes of tens of thousands of soldiers instantly reached its peak. If they feared and respected Jiang Chen before because of those supplies, now, they feared and respected this incomprehensible, indescribable divine miracle!

"Long live the Father God!!!"

The shouts, like a tsunami, shook away the haze in the sky.

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, beside the mecha he had "repaired," a mysterious smile on his face.

In reality, his palms were full of sweat.

Fifty energy points!

It hurts so much!

But looking at the gazes of extreme adoration all around, especially Jiang Wanqiu's eyes that had completely turned into star-eyes, Jiang Chen felt—

This was worth it.

Jiang Wanqiu was completely fallen at this moment.

She looked at the man standing with his hands behind his back in the jungle of steel, feeling as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Too strong.

Too handsome.

This is the man she chose, this is the supreme deity who can rule the Wasteland and the divine realm!

She could no longer suppress the restlessness in her heart, walked a few steps to Jiang Chen's side, and once again leaned against him as if she had no bones.

This time, she didn't care about the surrounding gazes.

She leaned into Jiang Chen's ear, her exhaled breath carrying a hint of trembling, her voice so enchanting that it could practically melt one's bones:

"Father God..."

"Your hand... can even fix such a hard mecha..."

"Then can it..."

She gently bit Jiang Chen's earlobe, her eyes smoldering, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Can you... also help Wanqiu 'fix' her body?"

"The parade is over."

"Now... can we go handle private business?"