Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Chapter 483 Civilians

"I witnessed the massacre of the emperors on the things they swore to protect. In the face of death, those so-called immortals showed the ugliest appearance."

In the future, Roger, who will become the legendary narrator of the empire and go to countless universes to record those secret stories, carefully avoids the hungry and thirsty aliens in the ruins.

They lurk in the shadows like wild animals of the hunt.

If you are not careful, it will become a meal on their plate.

He was just eight years old at this time.

Not long ago, he witnessed a terrible catastrophe.

A giant hand covering the sky and exuding a terrifying aura enveloped the sky.

Countless creatures, from mortals to true immortals, trembled.

Shocked by the aura emitted by that giant hand, his body and soul were shattered, and all of them were harvested.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were turned into scorched earth.

Both his parents and grandfather died in that catastrophe.

That's the immortal emperor-level creatures taking action, harvesting all living beings.

Just its aura is enough to kill all living things in the world.

This is the peerless Immortal Emperor.

Where the light of the palm is covered, all things wither.

Just letting out the breath is enough to destroy a domain.

Countless creatures died, and died tragically on the spot, and the blood mist filled the sky, making the sky scarlet.

Hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers have collapsed, and countless lives have been plundered.

The air was filled with howling.

That's because the soul is unwilling to be reconciled, and it is roaring, which has not dissipated for a while.

Shadowy, lifeless, like a Shura hell.

If it weren't for the end of the Dharma Age, the power of the Immortal Emperor would be greatly weakened.

I'm afraid that under the harvest of more than 20 immortal emperors, there will be no survivors in the Northern Cold Immortal Territory, and it will be completely destroyed and reduced to death.

Roger was young and was protected by the elders of the family.

In addition, the place where he was located was on the edge of the giant hand exuding a strange and ominous atmosphere, so he survived by luck.

Life in the ruins was not easy.

That giant palm killed many living beings, and even took away the life energy of most of the flowers, plants and trees.

Only a few plants and life survived.

The surviving creatures, under the interference of the Dharma-ending era, soon lost their strength and became mortals.

They can no longer live without food, they have to eat to survive.

The food reserves were quickly depleted.

Coupled with the decay of the corpse and the pervasive breath of the dead.

Much of the food that could be preserved was also contaminated.

When the surviving creatures ran out of food, they attacked the corpses.

Even Roger was forced to eat people.

Too hungry and have nothing to eat.

In order to survive, he can only eat the corpses he can find.

It tasted disgusting, but he had to eat it.

Under such circumstances, the corpse cannot be preserved for long.

Survivors soon ran out of corpses to eat.

Those corpses will stink and rot in a few days without protection measures.

If you eat rotting corpses, you may have to become someone else's fresh food if you live less than two days.

Hungry survivors with green eyes shot at other living creatures.

Human beings are in a weak position among the heavens and all races.

Soon, like other weak races, it became the food of strong races.

A few days ago, Roger watched a woman get caught by several alien races.

There are two pairs of cicada wings behind them, and their faces are similar to locusts.

That pair of large crystal eyes, combined with a squirming mouth, looks utterly eerie.

Roger had heard the name of this alien race from the mouth of the family elders.

The locust tribe.

This family has the blood of ancient ferocious beasts, and after embarking on the path of cultivation, they will advance by leaps and bounds and continuously transform into top ferocious beasts.

It is a terrifying strong family, all-powerful.

It's a pity that the Dharma-ending era forced them down too.

Let them lose their supernatural powers and strength.

They can only forage in the ruins, looking for survivors as food.

They impaled the poor woman with a spear.

The woman just screamed like that.

It took seven or eight minutes to die completely.

After disemboweling the belly, put it on the campfire and grill it until the two sides are golden before sharing it.

Roger witnessed the whole process of the woman's death.

To tell the truth, that horrible sight terrified him.

This world has become a terrible hell.

If there is another choice, he will definitely hide in his den and never run around again.

But the stomach growling with hunger made him unable to bear it, so he had no choice but to walk out of his hiding place.

A stench filled the ruins.

No one restrained the rotting corpses, they were just left there, exuding a pungent stench.

Flies surrounded the wreckage full of maggots, and when some creatures approached, they all flew up again with a buzzing sound.

Roger moved cautiously through the shadows of the ruins.

Logically speaking, it should be safer to come out at night.

But those alien races have much better vision at night than the human race.

When he had extraordinary power before, this small gap was not obvious.

After the baptism of spiritual energy, the physical fitness of the human race will be greatly strengthened, and they will also be able to see things at night.

But now is the Dharma-ending era, and all living beings can only rely on their own innate conditions.

Being able to see at night is a huge advantage.

They can see everything easily without torches and lights.

If Roger came out at night, he would really die.

Maybe, when he walked in front of others, he didn't even know.

The stench of corpses in the ruins became more and more intense. Even if he covered his mouth and nose with his clothes, Roger still had a disgusting feeling of wanting to spit out bile.

Roger came out looking for a vine root to use.

A few days ago, he saw those vines in this area.

Most of the life energy of the vines has been taken away by the giant hand of the past, and they have become dry.

But Roger believed that so many creatures could survive, and some of these vines could survive.

If you can dig some, you can stay for a while.

God did not abandon him, the poor child.

He saw a touch of green among the dry vines.

Looking around, there are no living creatures.

Roger took out a pocket knife and began digging.

He dug out three or four catties of moist, edible rhizomes.

"I can have a full meal tonight." Roger looked at the roots dug up and said to himself.

“A really good meal.”

A voice sounded behind Roger.

Let the eight-year-old pale.

He held the knife in his hand, trembling all over, and slowly turned around.

It was found that it was a few alien races with fangs.

Those eyes reveal the joy and tyranny of seeing food

They are muscular and covered in thick, sweat-smelling hair.

Logically speaking, he should have fled when he smelled the other party.

Dizzy with hunger, he dug too fascinatedly after seeing the food, and didn't pay attention to the arrival of these alien races.

"Mix it together and bake it to make you feel full."

A alien race stretched out a giant hair-covered hand, trying to grab Roger who was stunned like a chicken.

Roger, who was so frightened that he couldn't even turn his head, subconsciously stabbed the knife in his hand at the opponent's hand, turned around and fled amidst the opponent's screams.

This world is no longer extraordinary.

The most common sharp weapon can easily pierce the body of a foreign race.

None of the alien races expected that a skinny human child would dare to resist.

They roared and chased after them.

Roger specialize in those little crevices.

He can come over, those strong alien races can't.

But no matter how clever and witty he is as a child, how could he escape from these strong alien races.

After running for a while, he was caught by the opponent.

In retaliation, the other party broke his hands and feet cruelly, pulled out one of his eyeballs, and ate it raw.

At last they tied him to a spear and carried him back.

The reason why the other party didn't kill him was simply because it was far away from the camp.

Kill him now, the meat will be stale when you get back to camp.

Roger, who was tied to a spear like a little piggy, thought of the woman he saw before, and thought of the inhuman treatment he might encounter later.

Can't help crying.

Blood and tears streamed down his young, dusty face.

There were tear streaks on his face.

He's going to be eaten by these guys.

The roaring sound came from the sky.

A gigantic, monstrous thing made of steel was going fast as hell.

It was still in the distant sky just now, just an inconspicuous little black dot.

After a while, it rushed to the front.

Several soldiers in full protective armor jumped down from above.

[Alien target found, executed according to Order No. 01. 】

A voice echoed in the air.

Light blades popped out from those guys' wrists and rushed towards those alien races.

Several alien races tried to resist.

They roared like wild beasts and swung their spears.

But after a while, they were killed.

The corpse was cut open by the lightsaber, and the wound smelled of being burnt, which was very disgusting.

Roger thought he would die too.

Those people did not kill him.

A creature in armor walked in front of him, and the device on his shoulder emitted a green beam of light.

Those beams scanned Roger, who was trembling with his hands and feet trapped.

The lightsaber was only a dozen centimeters away from him, and he could feel the deadly heat from the sword.

The fluff on his face was slightly curled due to the high temperature, exuding a burnt smell.

[Scanning result analysis, the target is the standard human gene sequence, please assist him to go to the human gathering place. 】

Roger couldn't understand the voice.

He stared at the visor of his helmet, trying not to be so frightened.

Even if he was about to urinate at this time.

He also pretended not to be afraid.

"I'm not afraid of you," he said in a trembling voice.

The other party didn't speak, but just took out a syringe from the backpack behind him.

Roger has lost his limbs.

He can't do anything.

He could only watch helplessly as the other party plunged the syringe into his arm, and then injected the liquid into it.

He was so scared that he kept crying.

The body is shaking.

He doesn't know what these guys are doing.

Are you going to kill yourself?

It's better to inject toxins into yourself like the snake aliens for easy absorption.

None of the things he worried about happened.

A stream of heat flowed through the severed limb, erasing his pain.

The sound of clicking sounded in the body.

Severed limbs are recovering rapidly.

After confirming Roger's status, the soldier stood up.

On the hovering airship, another middle-aged man jumped off.

Instead of armor, he was wearing a uniform.

There is a golden double-headed eagle on the chest.

This is the most conspicuous feature of the opponent.

Roger watched those soldiers who easily killed the alien race give way to the middle-aged man, letting him walk in front of him.

"A little boy." The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and pulled Roger up. He said in a language that Roger is familiar with: "My name is Collins, the political commissar of Krieg's 103rd Corps. I thought there was no one alive here. .”

"What's your name, little kid."

"Roger."

"It's a good name, let's go. There will be a big cleaning here soon, and you will die if you stay here."

Collins looked at the silent Krieger soldier.

"Go and kill the other aliens, and see if there are any survivors."

Those Krieger soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor formed a battle formation and walked towards the distance.

Collins brought Roger back to the airship, threw him some compressed food and water, and let him replenish his nutrition.

Screams came from afar.

There were also screams and begging for mercy.

The aliens who hunted the human race were found out one by one by the silent Krieger soldiers, and then executed.

Roger silently looked at the human man in front of him.

The face of the other party bears the traces of the years and looks very vicissitudes.

Roger didn't feel any trace of practice from the opponent's body.

He asked cautiously: "Are you the extraterrestrial demons that those creatures talk about? Why do you want to save me?"

The human race is struggling on the road of cultivation, and can't climb above the real immortal.

But there are still some forces.

It is not ignorant of the arrival of foreign demons.

Collins was amused by the kid.

He'd been with the Kriegs so long he'd forgotten how to smile.

Krieger is not like other regiments.

They never opened their mouths, except for some very necessary things, or officers in command posts.

But those officers can only speak brief orders.

Don't talk to him about anything else.

"Extraterritorial demons?? Is that what those aliens call us?" Collins was not annoyed by Roger's words, but wanted to tease him.

Roger nodded.

"They say that you are extraterrestrial demons, evil things that destroy this world."

"We are not demons. We are the expeditionary force of the human empire, responsible for destroying all forces and civilizations that dare to oppose the empire." Collins said.

"What is the human empire?" Roger's small head obviously couldn't understand what Collins said.

"It is a country where all human beings unite with the holy emperor and put human interests first." Collins said.

"Is the holy emperor the legendary human emperor?" Roger scratched his head, "I heard from my ancestors that there used to be emperors in the human race, and when there was a crisis, the human emperor would take action to protect the safety of the human race. But later, The Human Sovereign disappeared, and those strong men disappeared. Our human race was bullied by other strong races, so no one took action."

Collins touched his chin, "It's almost the same meaning."

Roger also wanted to ask about the Human Empire.

But those soldiers in armor flew back, bringing back a group of ragged men and women.

Collins arranged for those men and women, so that he had no chance to ask questions.

Roger could only sit there.

He wanted those soldiers in armor to speak.

But the other party was very indifferent, no matter what he said, there would be no response.

After a while, he was sent, like the others, to a newly built giant city.

There are many giant sculptures standing there.

Someone who had come before him pointed to the grandest of them all and told him.

That is the sculpture of the Holy Emperor.

"Is that what the Emperor looks like?" Roger said looking at the sculpture.