Bergson has never been very interested in women.

He couldn't help but was not passionate about such things. In his opinion, doing and love were actually just a way to release one's own pressure and relax various functions of the body. Otherwise, God would not have to deliberately distinguish between human beings. It is precisely because of this completely differentiated in the reproductive organs that the dirtiest and holiest original sin grew.

Women in the village are very different from those in the wilderness.

Simply put, the former is much brighter than the latter.

The main manifestation is that the body is taller, the room is more upright, and the butt is rounder. The most fundamental reason for being strong or thin is the difference between the food sources and nutritional intake of residents and refugees. Although there are no beauties in the village, people's aesthetic views still cannot get rid of the most basic concepts of huge, thin waists and plump tuns, but one thing is certain that in many places in the wasteland world, the waist as thick as a bucket is indeed more popular than the skinny beauties who are desperately trying to lose weight and lose weight in the old days.

Bergson didn't know if he had any changes in his opinion as well?

Or, it was because after resting and undergoing transformation, the amount of adrenaline secretion was far more and more frequent than before. He began to like to choose suitable women from the surrenders after fighting. Unlike the kind of precious and expensive thing in Galgassoni Castle before, he would rather work hard for a few women who were not very good but had a strong body. Perhaps, this is the most basic and primitive way of choosing the environment and spouse after adding the lizard gene to the body.

In the case of insufficient food, beauty must give way to strong. Only in this way can the next generation get more opportunities to survive. Just like the Viking pirates in ancient times, the solid and strong fat fu is always more popular than the bee-waisted beauties. In addition to competing with men on the chuáng, the hole is deeper and more concave, and the sticks must be stabbed more for longer and more durable, they must also undertake a series of work such as farming, fishing, hunting, building houses, etc. Even during wars, they will wear morning horn copper helmets, wear armor, and fight like men.

Soon, Bergson chose to accompany him tonight. He was a strong woman with a height of more than 1.75 meters. Her skin was very white and rough. Her waistline was nearly one meter long. It clearly showed that she weighed at least 150 kilograms. Her shirt was torn to pieces, and two huge rooms with a size that was no different from the old basketball. Her messy hair was covered with semi-coagulable blood. She was tightly tied by ropes. She was two armed monks from left and right to hold her neck and pressed her hard on the ground. Seeing Bergson looking at her with interest, she gritted her teeth hard, struggling like a wounded mother beast, trying to stand up. But she was smashed by the monk guarding behind her.

Bergson slowly walked to her, hugged his arms in front of him, and glanced back and forth on him with a picky look.

After a few minutes, he bent down and said in a very interested tone: "What's your name?"

The woman glared at her eyes that were almost bulging out of her socket, and she growled viciously: "What's my name? It's your thing to do, chicken, and bird matter"

Very rude.

Very savage.

Bergson really didn't know where this woman's fierceness and courage came from. You know, she didn't have any supernatural aura on her body, and she was just an ordinary person who was absolutely perfect.

"You killed my husband and curse you all the damn, miscellaneous, and many more."

Suddenly, the woman roared at the top of her lungs like crazy. Following her hatred gaze, Bergson quickly found a burly male corpse, much stronger than ordinary people, from the various spoils piled up in the open space of the village.

That guy was indeed very strong. His upper body looked particularly solid and heavy. He fell to the ground. "I couldn't see his face clearly, but he showed his back muscles as hard as brick walls. The dark brown skin surface was covered with half-solidified black blood. Although he could no longer move, he could imagine how fierce and powerful he was once.

Bergson searched for a long time, but he couldn't find the other half of the man's body from below his waist, leaving only a little fat and rotten flesh dragged with ligaments. Incomplete injuries. "It seems to be caused by sharp weapons such as wide-blade swords and axes. Various scars of all sizes on the surface of the body indicate that he had an extremely fierce battle, but "all this is no longer important, and he will never have the right to agree or resist.

With a cursing lips, Bergson walked up to the woman, bent down, grabbed her chin, lifted her whole face hard, and looked at her for a few minutes with interest. He widened his eyes, and looked at him fiercely and fiercely with a momentum that was not weaker than him. He seemed to be intentional, or maybe as a show-off, twisting his upper body, and swaying two amazingly large, large, and ru room left and right, and grinned like a mother beast, "Your mom, I want to fuck me, I? Take off my kids and let me see if your little brother is fully developed? If it is just a small slug fish that does not flow balls, I will suffocate it to death, cover it, tear off the dog, mixed, and seed. As long as you dare to insert it, I will dare to pinch you to death--"

A very vicious curse. Especially the last sentence made everyone present who heard the roar of a fierce monk, unable to help swallowing his throat, and there was a subconscious impulse to retract and tremble slightly between them. Even Bergson felt a twitching in the corners of his eyes. He snorted coldly, "opened his mouth, lured two rows of white teeth with excellent maintenance, grinded them back and forth, spread his arms, grabbed the woman's wrists and ankles tied by ropes, and lifted her back high towards him.

No matter how exploding from the woman's mouth, he screamed and scolded in his ears, hugged the woman like a pig, and walked through hundreds of armed monks, strode into a small wooden house with a door open to the east of the village under the public.

A few minutes later, from the place deep in the house that could not be seen by the naked eye, a hoarse shout, abusive and insulting words, a roar of excitement and high-pitched roar, and a strong shock like an earthquake for more than half an hour, the shouts and scolds gradually became low, and the rhythm of the fast rotation of the steam locomotive also began to slow down, and the interval in seconds, rushing. Even the overwhelming wooden boards were squeezed and broken. As the best combination of all these violent movements, the woman's originally violent and crazy roar also turned into extremely comfortable, floating in the release and softness, "the singing and anger could not be heard at all.

Under the dark and low night, only a few flames that had not yet been extinguished in the corner of the village emitted a faint shaking light. Looking from the mountain pass to the south, you can vaguely see a few blurred figures surrounded by the fire. Two human corpses were tied to the wooden stake next to them. The skin on their bodies had been torn and recorded with force. In a bucket of clear water that had just been shot from the well, there were a few pieces of washed yellow fat floating.

People around the fire joked with each other, saying that only men were interested in it, using wooden sticks and wire to skewers, and bake them on the fire. Some people seemed to have a great time eating, so they simply cut off the whole arm or foot from the corpse with a fighting knife, scrub them in the water for a few times, and then directly cooked them on the fire. From time to time, they cut off the cooked meat slices with a knife, dip them in the salt pellets placed in the iron box at hand, stuff them into their mouths and chew them hard.

Cannibalism can't be regarded as the patent of a wilderness mob.

There is not much food to eat in the wasteland world, especially when various domesticated animals died or mutated in the old era. Even religious armed forces like "Sword of God" did not have enough meat to consume. When they were tired of eating bread that tasted light, they digested vegetarian food such as vegetables all day long, and the shit that was pulled out was not even stinky. People naturally turned their attention to similar people. Although they were not sure what it was for the doctors' association to need a corpse, one more or one less was not very different from the overall trade. The taste of meat.

It's more delicious than bread.

Standing at the top of the cliff covered by night, he silently stared at the village immersed in the darkness in the distance. Zhou Hao's hard and sharpened face slowly softened a faint smile.

Twenty years old, a young man who was just a ignorant and hazy in the old era, unable to understand the world, but was prone to being impulsive.

In the wasteland, blood and death are the best tools to train. We are always worried about the worries and tensions of tomorrow and even the next moment. "The people who are still alive will soon become middle-aged people who have experienced the coldness of the world.

His face has already removed the childishness of the Youdong era, and began to show the unique handsome charm of men. With sufficient nutrition, coupled with the comprehensive transformation effect of viruses on cells, the edges on the face have also become hard and clear, as hard as copper cast iron. The meticulousness between war, death, struggle and various plots, and countless times of honing between life and death have long changed him from a young boy to a general holding power. While swearing orders and controlling the life and death of others, it has also become thick and thick, without laughing, and only looking at the sunshine and smiles that appear on one's own people, but at the critical moment it is as fast as a storm.

The Imperial Guard is the most elite and most powerful legion in the Longteng Empire.

Even the "Extreme Warriors" and "Holy Blood Angel" under Wang Biao and Yang Hua were not as powerful as the Imperial Guards under Zhou Hao. According to Lin Xiang's order, all warriors who mutated into level 8 evolutions or above in combat can only be qualified as Imperial Guards after a series of selection and identity verification. However, this regulation was modified half a year ago. The selection criteria were also upgraded to primary parasites. This is mainly because the fierce battles have greatly strengthened the Imperial soldiers, and the evolution of physical traits and superpowers is faster than before. More importantly, the empire needs a super-powered army with sufficient weight as a deterrent. The stronger they are, the more secure the emperor's safety.

Not anyone can become an imperial guard.

Zhou Hao had a kind of heartfelt worship and fanaticism about the emperor. In the eyes of many successful and famous figures, the experience of his childhood was actually just the dirt and dirtyness of the bottom layer of the brilliant pyramid. However, Zhou Hao did not think so. He knew very well that without an emperor, he would never have his present. What's more, even if he had a huge empire with a vast territory, he saw with his own eyes the whole process of achieving legends in the wilderness. Behind the barbarity and desolation, cruel fighting and death, the bloody blood of the empire, he finally became the foundation stone of the empire. For the man who sat high on the golden throne, with both gentleness and cruelty, strength and handsomeness, he could not find a second choice to make except for completely surrendering.

Not just himself, Zhou Hao requires every soldier who becomes an imperial guard to have the same loyal thinking.

Brainwashing, identity testing, far exceeds the generous treatment of other legions, and with the almost mechanical and rigid daily prayer, with the help of Blanche and Liu Yuchen, Zhou Hao has completely mythologically in the imperial guards. God, Buddha, and Allah recorded in books of the old era were all demoted to heresy. The only true god in the world is the supreme emperor, and he is also the divine emperor who is crazyly supported by thousands of imperial guards and must be protected forever at the cost of life.

Fanaticism will cause disagreements in understanding other things to a certain extent.

Zhou Hao was no exception. In order to further consolidate the internal affairs of the imperial guards, he collected a large number of religious books from the old era and devoted himself to research. As a necessary measure for brainwashing education and punishment, a daily prayer room was set up on the basis of learning from the experience of predecessors. He also served as a priest with outstanding military achievements and accepted the regret of soldiers. The Military Law Department was abolished and replaced by the Inquisition. Since there was no suitable candidate, the position of chief of the referee was currently temporarily held by Zhou Hao.

"We need a god. This world is full of death and hunger, war and killing, and the sky covered by radiation clouds is always so haze. Whether you yearn for light or hope to get rid of difficulties, in the depths of the A-type mind, there will always be a desire for the future and beautiful things. Whenever this happens, as a sustenance of belief, the influence of the false god will become stronger. Normal logical thinking and ability to act will also be subject to a certain degree of bodhisattva. If you let it go, even if the "Sword of God" perishes, it will not take long." There will still be a second and third religious organization under various names and banners. Ordinary people and evolutionary people.

The gap between them can never be compensated. Ordinary people always have a strong desire for superpowers. All kinds of unfounded legends and stories come from this. The so-called sacred records in the gospels are just the most true inner portrayal of human beings in despair. Since they need it, the real world also needs to ease the conflicts between the people and the superpowers. Then we create a new God, a mythical figure who belongs entirely to ourselves, can appear as a true identity, can be worshipped, and has various excellent qualities and great leadership abilities. The most sacred, most powerful, and ever-invincible emperor is the only God who can be recognized by us."

Even Zhou Hao himself didn't know how many similar disputes had had with Blanche. No matter what, he felt that his views were very suitable for the current situation of the empire. Lin Xiang was definitely not an mortal. He used his own blood as a medium to transform a large number of powerful parasites. This kind of thing has never happened in human history. Even the legendary God just created fantasy and acted as a disguise for the world to raise his identity.

However, the emperor is completely different from him. Blood is a miracle that can be truly displayed. It is a truth that can be actually seen, recognized, and given to him. No one can deny it, nor can anyone blame it. Moreover, the emperor himself is extremely powerful. He is the living object of worship.

No one can impose a fixed concept on others. Zhou Hao is no exception. At present, his influence is limited to the Imperial Guard. Although Wang Biao and Yang Hua agree with his views, it is also brainwashed education within the two legions of "Extreme Warrior" and "Holy Blood Angel" and transformed a group of high-level officers into priests. However, this change is insignificant compared to the huge population base of the entire empire.

But no matter what, first change from the army, and then promote this divine worship of the emperor to other legions and cities, and ultimately push Lin Xiang to the supreme god. This is definitely not a basisless illusion, but a real existence and can touch the reality.

The night wind is very cold.

Gently stroking the metal ring hanging in front of the xiong, which serves as a divine object, Zhou Hao murmured and copied it from the old gospels, and then compiled it himself and became a prayer that all soldiers of the Imperial Guards must recite carefully.

Although the imperial guards were permanently stationed in the imperial capital, about 60% of the troops were still scattered in the border areas. As the commanders and chief officers of the two major war zones in the south and the north, Wang Biao and Yang Hua only gave them the general direction of combat, but never asked about the process. Zhou Hao was very satisfied with this rather free command method, and the rotation with the imperial capital garrison was more frequent.
Chapter completed!