Warhammer: The Worst Start There Is (40k)

Chapter 507: The orc warlord killed five immortal emperors in a row (please subscribe)

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Fat flies were flying among the dead bodies, gathering at the wounds of the corpses and licking the flesh and blood.

Scavenger birds circled in the sky.

Makes strange and unpleasant noises.

When they are sure there is no danger, they will land and peck at the corpse with their hard beaks.

One of the scavenger birds walked over to a corpse that was covered in various bone and tooth decorations and had various strange runes painted on its body.

The corpse had a smooth, teardrop-shaped head.

The head has been pierced.

A horrible bloody hole remained between the eyebrows of the head.

The scavenger bird looked at its three pairs of eyes arranged neatly.

An eyeball was pecked through, taken out by the bird's beak, thrown into the air, and swallowed in one gulp.

When it wants to peck the second one.

It instinctively sensed the danger, flapped its wings suddenly, and flew into the sky.

And at the place where the scavenger bird had just stood, a transparent figure emerged.

Its appearance was not much different from the corpse lying on the ground.

It has three pairs of eyes and a smooth, teardrop-shaped head.

Those three pairs of eyes all revealed a confused look.

Then it slowly becomes clear.

After glancing around, it quickly found the memory corresponding to the scene before it from the long-forgotten past.

"Is this that battle? The war of extinction that plunged countless universes into flames?"

The last memory in his mind was the giant wolf biting his throat and thrashing about desperately.

The indescribable pain made it lose the ability to think.

The giant wolf possesses some strange power.

It has the same image of the spiritual world as itself.

The opponent's action of biting the throat is a symbolic act of destroying its essence.

At that time, it felt like a rabbit with its throat bitten. No matter how hard it kicked its legs, it could not break free from the other's teeth.

It keeps resisting, resisting.

The memories after that became hazy and I don’t have much impression of it.

When it woke up again, it appeared in this place.

If the memory has not been tampered with, this would be the opportunity for it to become the God of Distortion.

Somehow, it returned to the war that changed its destiny.

The sounds of roars and explosions rang out together.

Subconsciously, I looked in the direction where the sound came from.

That horrifying scene made it tremble all over.

Just as it was weak back then.

The sky is burning.

The raging flames rose along the space-time structure.

Everything within sight will be burned to ashes.

The broken stars slowly disintegrated in the sea of fire in the sky.

The fragments turned into streams of fire that streaked across the sky.

The earth cracked in the earthquake, and cracks ran across the entire surface.

You can vaguely see the hot red light emitted by the lava deep underground.

The ether poured into the mortal world, and the barrier between illusion and reality was completely broken.

The screams of the dead echoed throughout the spirit world.

That terrible ether storm was so violent that it could swallow everything.

The sounds of fighting are still ringing. Incredibly powerful creatures are fighting for their own ideals and paths, turning worlds into ruins and dust.

Death stirs the ether.

The blood of the dead, their unwillingness, and their desperate wails before death were all strangely integrated in the spirit world, becoming nutrients that nurtured the lifeless and the young gods.

This war is like a storm of destruction.

Those powerful creatures were swept away and torn apart by the storm of destruction like ants.

They claim to be immortal and eternal, but they cannot withstand harm from their own kind.

Those who were called gods fell from the void.

The huge corpses turned into restricted areas on the surface where ether storms raged.

Their death even gave birth to new life, bending the laws of a place, turning it into a scorching lava field or an extremely cold glacier.

It can be seen how terrifying the power these dead creatures possessed when they were alive was.

Those transcendent beings fought tooth and nail to kill each other, and countless worlds were destroyed by the aftermath of their battles and the infighting of their followers.

At first glance, this world where only corpses can be seen is the victim of the war between those powerful creatures.

That war cannot be expressed in words.

Countless heavens and earth were pierced, and the established avenues were broken.

World after world was reduced to ruins.

There are tragedies everywhere, and countless cultivation worlds are in decline.

There were rivers of blood everywhere, and countless people were killed and injured.

Standing on the desolate and devastated battlefield, looking at the bodies of the dead and the burnt flags.

Despair and death swept in like a flood breaking through a dam.

Drown it and give it a feeling of suffocation.

It is as weak now as it was before.

Just the embodiment of the faith of a tiny race.

In that war with such a wide range, it can be said that they were not even cannon fodder.

The scale of that war was so huge and terrifying.

The gods are like poor insects in it.

If you are not careful, you will be completely crushed.

The body dies and the soul disappears into ashes.

No living being can stay out of it.

The tide of the times is destined to sweep away all living beings, whether they are gods or weak ants.

No matter how they struggle, it's of no avail.

The arrival of the era of change was so sudden and so fast that all living beings were caught off guard.

Everything they were familiar with collapsed at an unimaginable speed.

Before the emergence of technology, all races were learning and experimenting on how to use the power of the spiritual world, evolving a series of so-called paths of spiritual practice.

Those worlds are not elliptical planets yet, but rather worlds with round skies and flat earth surfaces.

Thousands of races stand side by side, and all heavens are connected.

Practitioners continue to travel to other universes.

You can see spiritual beings practicing cultivation everywhere.

Everyone tries their best to become strong.

Just imagine what a prosperous and flourishing era that was.

At that time, it was still a small sacrificial spirit, relying on the beliefs of several small races, and was trying to perfect its own Shinto.

At that time, everything was inferior, only spiritual practice was superior.

As time goes by, the path of cultivation becomes more and more perfect.

In the end, there was even a supreme being who connected all the universes together, allowing them to share what they had and making practice more prosperous.

In the world of cultivation, strength is respected.

The strong can live for countless years, live as long as the heaven and earth, and shine as brightly as the sun and the moon.

The power is incredibly strong and terrifying.

With just a few moves, mountains can be moved and the sea can be filled, changing the world.

And those unimaginable supreme beings standing at the top of the path of cultivation wield unimaginable extraordinary power.

Everyone has reached the end.

Time and space can no longer trace their existence.

Located at the end where it cannot be extended.

They are the cause of all things, the effect of all things, the beginning of all things, and the end of all things.

One thought creates everything.

Even in dreams, countless universes can be evolved and created, and myriad laws can be transformed.

The power is infinite and can distort and change all laws.

Beyond time and space, immortal, omniscient and omnipotent.

Beyond the so-called eternity, Tao, and the universe.

Not bound by time, space, universe, etc.

From ancient times to the present, and to the future, everything can be dispelled in a single thought.

With just a glance, all worlds can collapse, time and space can be reversed, and everything can be reshaped.

Those creatures are so powerful.

Beyond everything.

In that era, the use of spiritual power had reached its peak.

A strong person on the path of cultivation can destroy a world in an instant.

A truly extraordinary flourishing era.

All living beings thought that this era would continue forever.

Who can shake this incredibly powerful era

Even those who are at the top of the pyramid, who are omniscient and omnipotent, and who exist freely and eternally in all time and space, cannot destroy this era.

But the seemingly powerful and glorious era disappeared like a blown bubble.

Changes that had never been seen before occurred, causing chaos.

No one knows who pioneered this path of technology.

The emergence of technology has broken all previous cognition.

People no longer focus too much on themselves, but use teamwork to create new paths and continue to push forward the path of truth that has long come to an end.

The forces that utilize technology are very weak at the beginning.

Those crude weapons couldn't even penetrate the skin of the beasts.

But its development speed is too fast, and it can reach a new level in just a few hundred or a thousand years.

A strong man would go into seclusion for tens of thousands of years at a time.

Technology can develop rapidly in such a short period of time and can also be passed on.

The inheritors and users do not need overly harsh conditions.

Even a mortal can easily learn and master it.

The rapid development of science and technology allows ordinary creatures to master extraordinary powers.

Let power no longer be exclusive to those creatures who are blessed by the spiritual world.

The development of technology is so rapid.

If used properly, a supernatural force that has been established for billions of years can be surpassed in a few thousand or tens of thousands of years.

In the later stages, the advantages of technology almost crushed the extraordinary.

With the collision of a large number of scientific researchers and various ideological forces, technology can more easily build a new path to the end of truth than supernatural powers.

Moreover, the existence of technology has enabled people to change from passively understanding and adapting to the surrounding environment to actively understanding and changing the surrounding environment.

On the path of transcendental practice, the older something is, the more powerful it is.

Those creatures thought about digging graves, looking for objects that could withstand the erosion of time and enhance their own strength.

If one could find some ancient martial arts books, he would be able to turn his life around, become a top-level warrior, marry an extremely beautiful woman, and reach the pinnacle of his life.

And in the field of technology, the newer something is, the greater its value.

The older something gets, the less performance and reliability it will have.

Scientific researchers will continue to research new things.

The iteration of technology will become faster and faster.

Those forces that used technology grew rapidly and clashed with the old forces.

In the extraordinary era, social classes were very fixed.

The strong have lifespans and strength that the weak cannot achieve.

Society has remained in a state of stagnation for a long time.

After all, even if the weak unite, they cannot defeat a word from the strong.

However, the rise of technology has given the weak the ability to resist.

A hundred years of practicing martial arts is not as good as the other party's musket.

Practicing for a thousand years is not as good as a high-yield nuclear bomb from the other side.

The industrialization and assembly-line strengthening brought about by even more terrifying technology are a dimensionality-reducing blow to extraordinary practitioners.

The transition from the old era to the new era is often accompanied by blood and war.

An unprecedented war broke out between the supernatural forces who wanted to maintain tradition and the radicals who wanted to move towards a new era.

This war is not simply a struggle of technology and transcendence.

Rather, it is a struggle between two ideas, a transformation between the new era and the old era.

Radicals advocate allowing living beings to actively observe the universe, analyze the various rules and principles therein, and then use these rules and principles to create their own tools.

Conservatives advocate not changing excessively, but going with the flow, living in harmony with the universe, tapping into the power of their own minds, and leveraging the power of the spiritual world.

In addition, there are also conflicts between different races and competition for interests among the strong.

Even those omniscient and omnipotent beings who transcend time and space, in order to go further, suppressed their competitors' plans, which eventually led to the war that destroyed everything.

It wandered on the battlefield filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder.

The remaining supernatural power turned into arcs of light and scattered in the air.

Occasionally there is a terrible murderous intent hidden in it.

There are too many deaths.

Too many to count.

At a glance, there were corpses everywhere, and even the spirit world was filled with the unwilling roars of the dead.

"Have I been killed? Is this what eternal nothingness looks like?"

It talks to itself calmly.

Don't know why I return to this place.

Does this battlefield have any special meaning

Or is it simply a rebirth

It sorted out its memories, trying hard to remember the memory of being bitten on the throat by the giant wolf.

No matter how hard he tried, he could only vaguely remember his followers' heart-wrenching screams and various attempts to rescue it.

Without themselves, they would become slaves to the minions of other gods.

There is no such thing as justice and benevolence in the spiritual world without order.

It is so cruel.

That has nothing to do with it anymore.

Whether it is dead or not, it cannot change this matter.

The giant wolf defeated it and took away its power.

Even if it could return to that realm, it would quickly lose its dominance and eventually become a puppet of other gods.

It walked forward, trying to further explore the surrounding environment and figure out its situation.

The mountains and rivers were torn apart, the rivers were flowing with bright red blood, and the broken corpses were floating in them, flowing along with the blood.

The bodies of the gods were extremely terrifying, lying there like mountains.

Some corpses even rose into the clouds, obscured by a mist of black smoke and blood.

In the distance of the battlefield, burning corpses emitted billowing black smoke that spewed into the sky.

The smell of blood entered the mouth and the bitterness spread among the taste buds.

"Everything is destroyed. It's the end of the extraordinary era. Looking back now, it really seems like a hell."

It keeps moving forward.

Everywhere I looked there was destruction and dead bodies.

This is true no matter where it goes.

There were no living people, only corpses, flies, and carrion birds.

Finally, it couldn't bear it anymore and started running wildly.

Running on the ruins of the battlefield that destroyed everything and made all living beings heartbroken.

However, the battlefield is infinite.

It felt like it had been running for a century, but all it saw was the battlefield.

Nothing has changed.

Death, black smoke, flies, scavenging birds.

Even if it went deep into the forbidden areas formed by the corpses of gods, it would only be this much.

"No!

I don’t know how much time has passed.

It finally fell to its knees, roaring in despair.

Why keep it here

Its collapse was as if a certain condition was met.

The devastated and smoke-filled battlefield shattered like glass.

Everything on the battlefield disappeared.

In its place is a whole new world.

It was once again pulled to another memory node.

It wandered for a long time after that devastating war.

Without food, its consciousness became blurred and it was tormented by primitive instincts of hunger and thirst.

Thirsting for flesh and soul.

I didn't know how much time had passed in that daze.

At some point, it joined the camp of the Lord of Reincarnation.

Joined the work of creating the reincarnation game.

There are many surviving species of the same kind along with it.

After the storm of that extinction war subsided, the survivors rebuilt those worlds from the desolate ruins.

Searching for lost things in the cycle of the universe.

They established a new order, which was completely different from the previous order of practice.

The reincarnation game ran smoothly.

It is implanted in the cycle of the universe. As long as the Lord of Reincarnation does not die, the reincarnation game will appear again even if the universe is destroyed and starts again.

The wisdom of the Lord of Reincarnation is unimaginable, and the reincarnation game it created has allowed it to regain its power.

By torturing and ravaging those players, it is able to harvest high-quality souls and emotions.

These are the sources of his strength.

Of course, there are also some people who call it soul power or divine source.

The essence is the same.

It learned from a god, created the Twisted City, and established a copy of the Ghost Story genre.

This type of copy has low cost and high returns. The only drawback is that you cannot do it as you please and you must follow the rules.

The rules of the reincarnation game are unshakable.

This is to maintain the fundamental existence of the game.

If the rules are changed arbitrarily, the game will crash.

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The scene has been reset to add variables, stimulate the subject to produce greater emotional fluctuations, and facilitate the implantation of the memory reading device.

A cold mechanical sound came from a skull-shaped machine and echoed in the huge laboratory.

The read memory information is also displayed on several light screens.

The memories of the Twisted God are being read by the Mechanicus in full view.

The other person's birth and growth experience are all in full view.

It is played back like a video and then archived.

Who would have thought that the creator of the Twisted City, which scared countless players to the point of almost peeing their pants, also had such a period of hard work and growth.

As the manager of the intelligence group, Qiu Chen had the opportunity to stand next to these imperial researchers and watch how they studied and even dissected a god.

The Twisted God imprisoned in the cell was transferred to a new facility.

The entire device is made of active glass, which can absorb and suppress the power of ether to prevent riots among the experimental subjects.

The body of the Twisted God was placed in a liquid filled with nanomolecular robots.

The liquid was so thick that only the outline of the shrunken God of Distortion could be seen.

A large number of devices are connected to its body.

Several mechanical priests in red robes were busy around the machine.

The servoskulls connected to their metal spines were making the sound of prayer.

The suspended light screen moved as they walked.

The Mechanical Sage Chuvo stood on a console with a large number of suspended screens, giving orders to the mechanical priests through binary language commands.

"Progress is in line with requirements. Praise the Holy Emperor and all Data Saints. Focus on extracting the memory data of how they created the reincarnation game, while analyzing its growth process and how the ability to distort the rules was obtained."

The mechanical priests moved quickly.

Carrying out the Mechanical Sage's orders meticulously.

They double-checked the data and operated a complex series of testing protocols on the control panel.

The hum of the machinery rose and fell with their operations.

The face of the Twisted God sometimes showed excitement and sometimes showed pain.

Those devices are creating an illusion for it, making it easier to open its mental defenses.

Every collapse means that the empire has opened a layer of its spiritual defense.

If nothing unexpected happens, it will soon sink and take the shape of an empire.

Allow the mechanical tentacles of the Mechanicus to ravage us at will.

Qiu Chen couldn't help but be amazed when he saw a god being played around like this.

It seems that before long, the entire reincarnation game will fall into the hands of the empire.

“We need more samples.”

When Qiu Chen was observing intently, a mechanical sound woke him up.

Turning his head, he saw the Mechanical Sage - Chuvo.

The face, half flesh and half machine, was less than twenty centimeters away from him.

He could even see the gears and electronic components in the other person's prosthetic eyes.

The other's metal spine was bending.

In order to ensure that his head and Qiu Chen's head are on the same level.

His neck is long, made of articulated plates of plasteel.

Nerve bundles are hidden underneath.

The other person was wearing a red robe and looked very bloated.

A large number of modified prosthetics are hidden in the robes.

Several pairs of appendages extend from the robe.

There are also several active neural tubes connected to the servoskull.

"Sage," Qiu Chen said respectfully, "The intelligence team has collected as much information as possible. Please give us some time."

"The enemy won't give us time." A servo skull said, "Your efficiency is too slow. You need to be faster."

"I understand." Qiu Chen nodded, "I'll ask them to speed up."

After getting Qiu Chen's assurance, the Mechanical Sage Qiuwo turned his huge body.

There was a sound of metal legs hitting the carbon steel ground.

Qiu Chen couldn't help but think that if he was stepped on by the opponent's feet, his bones would probably be broken.

After observing for a while, Qiu Chen turned and left.

He also has to supervise the work.

As expected, I was right about this guy Litt. He was quick-witted and found the big boss behind the Twisted City in the first place.

Those who are capable must work harder.

Why are you taking a rest

We must devote our lives to the great cause of the Holy Emperor until our death.

Only those who are of no use to the Holy Emperor will rest.

Thinking of this, Qiu Chen waved his hand and pulled out his own management interface.

Litt's leave application was directly rejected.

Fuck me hard.

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After returning to the real world, Taku Nagase is still in shock.

The reincarnation space has been destroyed by those guys.

When they left, even the private area was shattered, and countless cracks appeared in time and space.

Now, it is estimated that the entire space has fallen.

When he came back, he happened to appear in his rental house.

Obviously, the players captured by the reincarnation game from there will be sent back there.

He checked the time and found that more than nine hours had passed.

Obviously, the copy time of the reincarnation game is not consistent with the time in the real world.

bite!

bite!

bite!

The phone rang and several news items were pushed to the window.

A certain big country has repeatedly conducted military exercises in our waters, bullying us because we are big and have no one?

I hope the public will be patriotic and not be provoked by individual cases.

Recently, White Lives Matter protests broke out again in North Africa because a white man was shot and killed by a black police officer.

Nagase Taku shut down all these news.

At this time, another piece of news popped up.

Special news, the Yamato Evolver Management Regulations have passed the parliamentary vote and will be officially implemented on June 1st.

Nagase Taku was just about to click in.

Winter! Winter! Winter!

There was a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, I saw a man in samurai uniform followed by several policemen.

"Who are you?" Nagase Taku looked wary.

"Hello, player Taku Nagase." The man in samurai clothes revealed Taku Nagase's identity as a player in one sentence.

You know, he just came back from the novice level and hasn't told anyone about this!

Even the fitness guys don’t know their real identities.

The other party knew his identity so quickly. The power behind this is really terrifying.

"We are from the Yamato Special Department, and we are here to invite Mr. Nagase Taku to join us."

"I don't want to get involved in these things." Nagase Taku shook his head.

The reincarnation space was completely destroyed.

You never know when the fanatics will come here!

Still thinking about forming cliques?

"Serving the country is the duty of every Yamato man." The samurai said word by word, "We should be strong, why are we so selfish? There is an old saying in the East that if it is beneficial to the country, we will not avoid it because of misfortune or fortune."

Nagase Taku glanced the other person up and down.

Those who can practice swordsmanship in this era are either rich or noble.

Don't think that practicing swordsmanship doesn't cost anything.

The expenses for coaching and sparring alone are huge.

He can also wander the streets with a sword.

If you don’t have some capital and background, don’t even think about it.

After all, it’s good enough for poor office workers to have enough to eat, and they absolutely cannot spend money on these things.

It's obvious at first glance that this guy comes from a good family, no wonder he speaks so righteously.

"Sorry, I still don't want to." Nagase Taku refused directly.

"It's really sad. As a Yamato, do you have no bushido spirit at all? You are so cowardly and selfish??"

"Then what do you think I am? A bodhisattva?" Nagase Taku said with disgust, "I almost died in the dungeon, and now you come up and ask me to work for you. What kind of bullshit righteousness are you using to pressure me? Look at you, is this for Yamato or for yourself? I'm afraid there is a question mark!

You can recruit those well-dressed people. If they all die in battle, I will naturally protect Yamato."

Hearing this, the warrior showed a hint of displeasure.

Defending our country is an obligation. How can we choose not to fulfill our obligation just because of the discrimination and injustice we have suffered in the past

Such people are unbearable.

Even if you enter the game, become a player, and possess power, you will only be a selfish spectator.

Due to the opponent's identity as a player, the warrior did not suddenly attack.

This world has just entered the game and everyone is a novice.

If we start fighting, we might end up in a disaster.

So he left with the police angrily.

Nagase Taku ignored him.

He didn't get to enjoy the benefits, so why should he stand up

Let him fight for life and death, and let those high and mighty ones enjoy it.

Go eat shit!

Thinking of this, Taku Nagase suddenly thought of the fanatics.

"I almost forgot about this. The samsara space has been destroyed. Those fanatics will definitely arrive in this world soon. We need to discuss a solution with other teammates as soon as possible."

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An ancient mansion covers a vast area.

There are gardens and lakes inside, and it is obvious that it is a wealthy family.

And in a remote corner.

A young snake boy suddenly woke up, and the scene in front of him made him look surprised.

But after a moment, he realized something and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, I'm not dead. Hahahaha, I'm not dead. Just wait, I will definitely fight back."

The young snake boy howled towards the sky, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body.

The two upright children revealed a scene of mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and shattered stars.

He is one of the ten immortal emperors in the immortal world, named Wuxie Tiandi.

By chance, he actually obtained the Taihuang artifact left by the ancient sages - the Hongmeng Divine Cauldron.

It is said that this tripod possesses supreme power, enabling practitioners to comprehend the Great Dao of Hongmeng. It is also a supreme object of fortune, making it invincible.

I thought that if I got this tripod, I would be able to surpass all the heroes, unify the immortal fairyland, go one step further, and achieve the supreme Tao fruit.

As a result, before he finished the worship, the nine immortal emperors came to him with their disciples and demanded that he hand over the Hongmeng Divine Cauldron.

Wuxie naturally didn't want to.

The nine Immortal Emperors shamelessly joined forces to besiege him.

He fought bloody battles across the wilderness, slaying powerful enemies, and ultimately killing four and injuring five of the nine Immortal Emperors. He himself was also exhausted from using the Blood Demon Technique, and finally chose to detonate the Hongmeng Divine Cauldron.

I thought I was dead.

Unexpectedly, I woke up here.

God will not abandon him.

The memories of the original owner of this body also seeped out at this time.

Compared with him, the innocent emperor, the memory of a snakeman boy who had only lived for a dozen years was really scarce.

Zhenwu Realm, Shanlong Family, son-in-law, prodigal son.

The memories in his mind told him that he was no longer in the Immortal Realm.

Instead, he was reborn into the body of a young snake man from the Zhenwu Continent.

This guy is definitely an unlucky person.

He comes from a large family with countless powerful snake members.

As a result, he encountered misfortune when he was five years old. His father, who was a live-in son-in-law, was framed and expelled from the family.

His mother died of illness not long after, and he was falsely accused of being a prodigal son. His remaining property was divided up by several uncles.

His status in the clan plummeted.

Forced to live in this remote courtyard with no spiritual energy.

Wuxie saw these memories and shook his head.

"Since I have taken your body, I will naturally help you seek justice. Those who have bullied you will pay the price."

As soon as these words came out.

A feeling of comfort came over me.

The original owner's last resentment disappeared.

Even if his cultivation was completely lost, Wuxie, as an Immortal Emperor, would definitely not go to the lake to deal with such a poor creature.

Check the body.

"That's too bad." Wuxie whispered.

The tendons and veins are as thin as hair and contain many impurities.

Waste of waste.

Garbage in the garbage.

However, as an Immortal Emperor, even if my starting point is poor, I will just have to put in a little more effort.

When I return to the top in the future, those who have plotted against me will pay the price.

He closed his eyes slightly, and a huge black cauldron was spinning slowly in his consciousness.

The Hongmeng Divine Cauldron, which should have been detonated, is now still intact in his sea of consciousness.

Seeing the Hongmeng Divine Cauldron, Wuxie felt at ease.

This is a supreme artifact left by the ancient sages.

Possesses incredible power.

"In just three days, I will resume my practice."

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Immortal fairyland.

The five wounded Serpent Immortal Emperors looked at the overwhelming green tide with despair on their faces.

A crack was torn in the great formation that protected the immortal world.

Countless demons from outside the realm are entering the immortal fairyland.

It’s all that evil guy’s fault. He’s simply a bastard without any conscience.

The immortal world has always been peaceful.

With the presence of the Hongmeng Divine Cauldron left behind by the ancient sages, the aura of this world can be concealed so that it will not be noticed by other major worlds.

As a result, the evil leader Wuxie directly stole the Hongmeng Divine Cauldron, intending to refine it and make it his own magic weapon.

I wanted to persuade him kindly, but that bastard attacked me by surprise, using the evil skill of Blood Demon, killing countless strong men and even four Immortal Emperors.

This caused great damage to the strength of the Immortal Realm.

Now facing these extraterritorial demons, it can be said that there is no hope.

It really seems like God wants to destroy them.

“WAAAAAAGH!

Scarface Liao Ping roared.

The barrier that had been holding them back was shattered.

The Empire used its raging fury to overturn the world's protective barriers, reducing it to ash.

The door is wide open and the time for killing has come.

The rest becomes easy.

These skulls and blood will be dedicated to the Supreme Holy Emperor and the Orc Emperor.

Scarface, the embodiment of war and the spreader of the will of death, has been waiting for a long time.

When the barrier was broken, countless orc boys cheered.

It swept in through the gap like a flood that had blown through a river embankment.

They revel in the coming slaughter.

Excited screams resounded throughout the world.

They don't know that this world is called the Immortal Fairyland, nor do they care what it is called.

A huge barrier once blocked them.

Now that barrier is gone.

They can go on WAAAAAAAAAGH again.

To kill more enemies.

In the name of Brother Mao, in the name of the Holy Emperor.

Scarface tried his best not to be driven crazy by the joy brought by war.

A line of defense that tries its best to control the orc boy's advance.

Avoid them being killed by the enemy as soon as they enter, causing the operation to fail.