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She seemed truly immersed in exploring the mysteries of the universe.
However, if Lin Ci opened his eyes at this moment, he would be able to see it.
In an inconspicuous corner of her notebook.
It is surrounded by a bunch of theoretical symbols that would give any scholar a headache.
The profile of a man's face is being subtly outlined by a few simple lines.
Those deep eyes, that signature smile.
Chapter 117 But thousands or tens of thousands of years is too long.
In the days that followed, Liang Bing felt very stifled.
She always wanted to find an opportunity to be intimate with Lin Ci and relive that night's intoxicating passion.
But that silver-haired woman named He Xi was like a shadow, always sticking to Lin Ci's backside.
She followed Lin Ci wherever he went.
Lin Ci closed his eyes to rest in the tent, while she sat quietly in the corner, writing and drawing in a notebook.
When Lin Ci went out for a walk, she followed closely behind, keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
Liang Bing wanted to rush over several times, grab that annoying "tail" and grab it off, to assert her dominance.
But every time she saw He Xi's pure and focused expression as she sought knowledge, she inexplicably couldn't bring herself to speak.
She could only watch from afar, seething with anger.
"That silver-haired vixen!"
Keisha was quite envious of He Xi.
I envy her for being able to stay by "my god's" side without any worries.
But she was the leader of the resistance, the banner of all the rebellious angels.
A mountain of military affairs, complex battle situation analysis, and tribes that required her personal intervention to appease.
Everything was overwhelming her.
She wanted to be like He Xi, ignoring everything and just quietly watching Lin Ci.
Even just looking at his profile, she felt a sense of peace she had never felt before.
She had to suppress this private thought deep in her heart.
Only when faced with truly intractable problems.
Only then could she find a legitimate reason to go to Lin Ci's tent and ask "my god" for guidance.
That brief time spent together was the only sweet moment in her busy military career.
He Xi didn't have as many concerns.
She was essentially just a scholar.
Keisha and Liang Bing directed all their research resources toward her.
She only needs to focus on researching technology and mass-producing the first-generation divine body and the Dark Silver weapon as soon as possible.
This gave her ample reason to openly "harass" Lin Ci.
Sometimes, it's an energy transfer formula that has troubled her for days and nights.
With a seemingly casual remark from Lin Ci, everything became clear.
"The essence of energy is vibration, so why don't you try changing its frequency?"
When He Xi heard this, she froze, as if stars were exploding in her mind.
She stared blankly at Lin Ci, then her eyes flashed with an incomparably fervent light.
"I understand! My God! I understand!"
She rushed back to her desk and frantically wrote and checked her calculations in that thick notebook.
Lin Ci's words were more powerful than a century of her painstaking thought.
This feeling made He Xi's admiration for Lin Ci run deep in her bones.
At Keisha's request, Lin Ci also began to occasionally intervene in the command of the battlefield.
He doesn't need to be on the front lines.
He simply sat in his tent like an all-knowing god.
Keisha's report accurately pinpointed every weakness of the enemy.
"Hua Ye's Third Legion's supply line is too long. Send a small team to ambush them in the asteroid belt of the Sirius system and cut off their food supplies."
"The garrison commander of the Fifth Mining Star was cowardly and sent Liang Bing with men to persuade him to surrender, telling him that he could live if he surrendered."
"Attack the flank of Melo Star, don't launch a frontal assault, their defense system has a three-second restart delay."
Each instruction is simple and clear, yet it hits the nail on the head.
Under Lin Ci's "divine guidance," the Angel Rebellion Army swept through the enemy lines, winning one brilliant victory after another.
The title of "Lord of All Gods" is no longer just a title.
It transformed into the most steadfast faith, imprinted in the heart of every rebelling angel.
They firmly believed that as long as "our god" Lin Ci was there, victory would surely belong to them.
The cool moonlight shone through the gaps in the tent, casting a layer of silver frost on the ground.
Lin Ci sat cross-legged on the bed, closing his eyes to rest.
He was contemplating when to leave.
The three kings, Keisha, Liang Bing, and He Xi, have gathered together, and the resistance army's power has begun to take shape.
The belief in the "Lord of All Gods" has become deeply ingrained in people's minds.
His mission is basically complete.
The rest is up to history to unfold.
But he always felt that something was missing.
A "miracle" that can solidify this faith completely and make it unwavering for eternity.
An idea slowly surfaced in his mind.
That was the final battle between the three kings and Hua Ye.
It was also the foundational battle in which Keisha completely defeated Hua Ye and established a just order.
Lin Ci's lips curled up slightly.
He can travel back to that point in time during the war.
Before the great war, they made a dazzling appearance like saviors.
Then, with absolute invincibility, he crushed Hua Ye and all his Heavenly Scum Legion.
Although Lin Ci knew that even if he didn't go, they were destined to win in the end.
This is just the icing on the cake.
But they didn't know.
They will only feel that it was their presence that helped them win the final victory.
It was I who ushered in a new era of justice for them.
In this way, the belief in the "Lord of All Gods" will be completely solidified.
To become the one true God who transcends justice and order.
Just as Lin Ci was feeling satisfied with his perfect plan, a faint sigh came from the corner.
He Xi remained in his tent as always.
But tonight, she seemed a little absent-minded.
The pen in his hand hovered in mid-air, hesitant to fall.
Those silver eyes, which always shone with wisdom, were now somewhat dim.
She stared blankly at the table, lost in thought.
These days, she feels very anxious.
A strange premonition enveloped her.
She felt that she was about to lose something important.
She knew Lin Ci would leave sooner or later.
But as that day drew closer, the sense of loss and reluctance almost overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.
"Anything on your mind?"
Lin Ci's abrupt voice rang out in the silent tent.
He Xi was startled, her body trembled violently, and the pen in her hand fell to the ground.
She quickly bent down to pick it up, forcing a somewhat stiff smile.
"No, my God."
"I'm just... a little tired."
Lin Ci opened his eyes.
Those deep eyes, in the dim light, seemed to see right through people's hearts.
"He Xi, you're being naughty."
His voice carried a hint of amusement.
"Is there anything that cannot be told to your great God?"