When he got off the bus, the streets were already very deserted.
Ling Ping'an took out his phone and looked at it.
"It's already 10: 30..." He walked under the street lamp and put away his phone.
His pet followed behind him. The shadows of a man and a cat were reflected under the street lamp.
He walked into the familiar street. At this time, there was no one in the alley.
There were only a few lonely street lamps illuminating the empty road.
The doors of all the shops were also tightly shut.
Even upstairs, there was no sign of light.
Ling Ping'an looked at it and sighed slightly.
The decline of this area had been going on for more than ten years.
The manufacturing industry was moving away, and fine intelligent processing was rising.
Robots and fully automatic production were popularized.
In the past, the industrial park that absorbed more than a hundred thousand laborers had become depressed overnight.
The era of the mobile Internet had also begun to descend.
All the rules of the game had completely changed in just a short ten years.
"It would be better if it was a little more lively..." Ling Ping'an missed his childhood.
At that time, this place was very prosperous. Even at one o'clock in the morning, there were still supper stalls in the streets.
However, this was an irreversible trend.
He walked home, opened the shop door, walked into the bookstore, and fumbled to turn on the light.
The bookstore was extremely quiet, but all the furnishings looked very comfortable.
He sat at the counter and looked at the clock on the wall. It was already 10: 40.
After thinking for a while, Ling Ping'an turned on the television.
On the television screen, celebrations from all over the Federation appeared.
"Today is Teachers' Day. All the cities in the Federal Empire have held a grand Teachers' Day celebration..."
"His Majesty the Emperor even personally appeared at the Central University of the Empire tonight to extend his holiday greetings to all the teachers and students..."
Looking at the television, the young Emperor, accompanied by his ministers, walked up to the high platform.
"Time flies..." Ling Ping'an laughed. He still remembered that eight years ago, when the Emperor's coronation ceremony was broadcasted live across the country.
The little boy, wearing a small crown, sat on the huge dragon throne.
The live broadcast camera was aimed at him, and his flustered expression was clearly captured.
But now, the little Emperor, who was flustered on the dragon throne and didn't know what to do, had already grown up.
At this moment, the camera swept to the person next to the Emperor.
Eldest Princess Rouan, who was dressed up!
Surprisingly, this Eldest Princess seemed to be very young...
At most, she was twenty-four or twenty-five years old...
Ling Ping'an scratched his head, "Who told me that the Eldest Princess raised three thousand men?"
He seemed to have heard it in university...
But …
Without a doubt, that was a despicable rumor!
Where would the Princess Royal, who was only in her twenties, raise three thousand handsome men?
Three of them was already very impressive, alright?!
… …
He Rourou returned to her villa in a daze.
This was a villa that she had bought in the mountainous area on the outskirts of Dongcheng District.
Green mountains and clear waters surrounded this place, and the lush forest was just behind him.
She walked up to the wide roof of the villa and lay down beside the outdoor pool.
On her forehead, a mark was spinning.
An obscure Psionic Energy was slowly spreading out.
It made her uncomfortable and tormented her.
"Master …" She whispered, "Master …"
She wriggled like a snake, and her skin slowly turned red …
For the entire night, it was as if there was a stray cat growling on the roof of the villa …
… …
After turning off the television, Ling Ping'an pulled down the shutter door again and locked it.
Then, he said goodnight to the kitten, Bastet, who was lying obediently on the towel, and turned off the lights.
Holding the phone, he walked to the stairs.
Creak, creak, creak, the stairs swayed slowly.
After walking upstairs, Ling Ping'an took a shower and changed his clothes.
Then, he sat on the sofa.
He picked up the phone and clicked on the command of the Legend of Nightmare's clan tribe. He saw that his clan tribe seemed to have made progress again.
A series of battle records showed that they continued to walk on the road to victory.
At the same time, there were also some other strange notifications.
For example: The Iron Claw Tribe admired your reputation and volunteered to join your clan tribe, the Gangba Tribe.
There was also this: The Chaos minions of Nurgle were intimidated by your reputation and took the initiative to withdraw from the area bordering your clan tribe..
Of course, there were also those who didn't seem to be afraid of the Gangba Tribe.
The minions of Khorne attacked your clan tribe. This despicable and shameless sneak attack is unacceptable!
Perhaps you can choose to take revenge on Khorne!
Take revenge on what?
How?
Ling Ping'an scratched his head. He had no idea what was going on, but he still clicked confirm.
After doing this, he switched to the Blessed Earth page and took a look. He found that his ant queen had already been cultivated.
"I'll go in and take a look tomorrow morning..." He attached great importance to his health.
Ever since he found that his eyes were blurry after staying up late last time, he began to refuse to stay up late.
Thus, he turned off the lights in the living room, walked into the bedroom, lay on the bed, and fell asleep.
… …
The green skin tide was advancing at a rapid speed.
In less than three days, more than half of the Demon Rat Empire had been swallowed by the green skin.
Dozens of ratman clans had completely disappeared.
In front of those terrifying green skin, everything that the ratman had was like a joke!
Even if they were lucky enough to destroy a green skin army.
But...
Tomorrow, new green skin would grow in the ground.
Their numbers would increase!
Everything was for WAAAGH!
Everything was for WAAAGH!
The green skin tide devoured everything.
There was no power that could fight against these terrifying enemies head-on.
What was worse was that in the war, they were getting stronger and stronger!
Their skin was getting harder and harder, and their resistance to the ratman's magic and weapons was increasing every day.
Their spellcasting units were increasing as they fought!
Now...
The thirteen-member clan council had to admit that even if they gathered all their strength, they probably wouldn't be able to fight against the green skin!
Moreover, they were still in a civil war!
Now...
It had reached the point where they couldn't solve the problem without summoning the horned rat!
But the problem was...
"Who is willing to take the initiative to become a sacrifice?" The grey prophet looked at the clan leaders in front of him. Its green eyes stared at each of them.
The horned rat had never been a god with a good temper.
At the same time, it was also a god with a frighteningly big appetite!
The history of the demon rat empire was a history of sacrifice.
The grey prophet presided over every sacrifice. They sent captives, wounded soldiers, and anything else that could be sacrificed, including the ratman itself, to the altar for this terrifying god to enjoy!
But the horned rat was always hungry!
His appetite was endless!
And that was only his usual state!
If one wanted to summon him, or even just disturb him, the sacrifices needed would be an astronomical figure!
In the past, the ratman relied on waging wars against the outside world again and again to obtain enough blood sacrifices to appease the crazy spirit of the horned rat.
Now, if they wanted to summon him...
Even if it was only a part of him...
The price needed was probably something that ordinary people couldn't afford.
There had to be sacrifices!
More than enough offerings!
Otherwise, the moment the horned rat appeared, the first thing he attacked would not be his enemy.
But...
The ratman that summoned him!
Because he was entropy! It was decay and decay!
… …
Subspace.
At first, there was no physical body, and there was no matter.
Everything was made of energy.
It was like an illusory body that was higher than the universe, but it was interdependent with the universe.
Until one day, the intelligent species appeared in the universe.
Their activities, their thoughts, and their demands were all placed here and intertwined here.
Thus, the subspace slowly changed.
Here, life began to appear, and will began to appear.
However, these life and will were the nightmare of all life!
Even the gods who were once active in the universe were deeply afraid of these terrifying things in the subspace!
And now...
The subspace had become a place of complete nightmares!
The whispers of the evil gods echoed here.
Khorne\'s furious voice, Tzeentch\'s murmur, Sin\'s wild laughter, and the mellow voice of Nurgle.
But...
A voice broke the balance!
"Khorne!" The two-headed green skin monster seemed to appear out of thin air.
Both of his heads began to roar.
"You despicable b * stard!"
"Come out and fight with me!"
The green skin\'s roar echoed throughout the subspace!
"The green skin gods?" One existence after another frowned. "Haven\'t they been confirmed to have fallen long ago?"
"And..."
"How did the two of them become one?"
However, there were many strange things happening in the subspace.
Very few people cared about this.
Everyone was more interested in how the Blood God Khorne would respond.
Especially the God of Joy. He was so happy that he only wanted to sing a song.
The God of Joy sat in the Rampage Fortress. He held up a wine glass full of blood. His evil and crazy eyes reflected the green skin monster that appeared in the subspace.
"Fight... fight..." the God of Joy said softly.
His left face was extremely beautiful, and his right face was as handsome as jade.
He was bisexual.
So even his voice was a mixture of male and female voices!
Nothing could make the God of Joy happier than Khorne's defeat.
But...
At a certain moment, the God of Joy was stunned.
"No... no..." the two-headed green skin reflected in his eyes. Although the smell and aura were exactly the same as the green skin gods that had been missing for two hundred years.
But...
Psionic power could not lie!
Something was wrong with his psionic power!
The God of Joy\'s nose twitched slightly.
He smelled a psionic power fluctuation that made him afraid!
Afraid?
The God of Joy stood up.
Ever since he was born, he had never tasted fear.
But now...
He felt it!
That was...
"You feel it..." Nurgle\'s voice sounded in his ear.
The loving father\'s voice was as mellow as ever.
"You know?" The God of Joy asked.
"We\'ve met once..." the loving father said, "He..."
"The green skin gods are no longer the green skin gods..."
"What do you mean?" The God of Joy did not understand.
"They were eaten by someone..." the loving father said softly, "Then they were spat out..."
"Just like the souls in your stomach..."
The God of Joy immediately became extremely solemn.
He knew how he was born. He also knew what the souls that he had devoured would become if he spat them out?
But the problem was...
The green skin gods were not ordinary creatures!
What could eat them and then spit them out?
So...
The God of Joy laughed. His laughter was extremely presumptuous!
Khorne was in trouble!
And that was the happiest thing that had happened to him since he was born!
… …
The two-headed green skin monster strode in the subspace.
He instantly crossed a long distance.
Soon, he locked onto Khorne\'s location!
Thus, he violently tore open the inner layer of the subspace, directly passed through the layers of energy barriers, and went straight to Khorne\'s divine kingdom.
The brass or crimson steel walls stretched endlessly.
On one cliff after another, countless demons were screaming.
These were Khorne\'s minions and servants.
The two heads of the green skin walked straight over.
"Khorne, how dare you destroy my great master\'s game!"
"Unforgivable!"
In the eyes of the green skin, a resplendent nebula was reflected.
In the depths of the nebula, terrifying howls and ear-piercing screams sounded.
And then, it spread to everything in front of him!
Amidst the howls, the steel walls outside Khorne\'s divine kingdom began to disintegrate bit by bit.
Amidst the screams, the demons that were roaring at the two-headed green skin collapsed to the ground one by one.
Tentacle-Like things grew out of their flesh.
Terrifying eyeballs opened from the surface of their skin.
As monsters that had been devoured and spat out.
Even if the green skin gods had only been tainted with a little of their great master\'s strength.
But that was enough to make them the old dominators with the potential of the outer gods.
So, they had already occupied a nebula and were accumulating their strength in that nebula.
And they were ready to fight for their master at any time!
Just like this time!
How dare Khorne disturb his master\'s game?
Unforgivable!
Unforgivable!
The aura of the old dominators corroded everything he saw.
The power from the nebula distorted time and space.
Even in front of Khorne\'s divine kingdom, his strength was overwhelming!
So …
Khorne\'s fortress, which he had operated for countless years, collapsed with a loud bang.
Those terrifying demons fell one after another.
Innumerable tentacles and countless eyeballs began to wriggle.
These things made a terrifying sound that made the subspace tremble.
In this strange and terrifying sound, the flowers of fear in Khorne\'s divine kingdom screamed.
There seemed to be something wriggling inside each of the blood fruits.
Sitting on the brass throne, stepping on countless corpses and covered in blood, the anger and roar of the Blood God was accumulating.
"Green skin!"
He stood up. The bloodthirsty Blood God was burning with anger.
He swore that he would twist off the heads of the damned green skin gods!
He would water their flesh and souls into the garden of his divine kingdom!
As for other problems?
The Blood God, who was already blinded by anger, couldn\'t be bothered!
He would kill his enemy first!
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