On the seventh night when heavy rain flooded the city, trainee reporter Lin Ye took a picture of the dragon's shadow passing by on the river - he didn't know that this photo tore open a hidden rift between modern civilization and the relics of the Gods.
In the warehouse of the old dock, the right leg of Zhao Feng, the captain of the Divine Defense Bureau, was petrifying. In order to suppress the awakened descendants of the water god, he built a human wall with "earth divinity", and the military emblem was crumbling in the cold light of the scales. Deputy Director Chen Lan's empty left sleeve contained the scorch marks left when she fought against the thunderstorm god three years ago. She handed Lin Ye a shield badge: "There are some lines of defense, and someone must stand at them."
It turns out that myths never go away. The terracotta warriors and horses open their eyes under the flashlight of tomb robbers, the streamers in the flying murals are entangled with the flight routes, and behind the computer screens of overtime workers, evil gods that feed on "overwork" are breeding. The weapons that humans use to fight against gods are not guns and cannons, but the bugles shouted by veterans, the formulas written by scientists, and the belief of hundreds of millions of ordinary people to "protect this land."
Lin Ye's eyes can see the "prototype rules" of gods, but at the cost of forgetting his memory. When foreign forces awakened the "God of Chaos" and the world fell into a collapse of order, he finally understood: the so-called gods are nothing but the reflection of human collective consciousness.
We don't need to kneel down and worship the sky, because the raised steel gun, the lit lights, and the moving steps are themselves the most dazzling divinity.
This is a long war hidden under the city. The enemy is a legend, the comrades are mortals, and the medal of victory will always be engraved on every inch of land it protects.
