The sun repeats the process of setting and rising every day.

To live, you must struggle for a certain goal. Even if you are just living a life situation, or it can be said to be an ideal.

Living like a pig was a dream for many people in the old days.

But, this is definitely not what Heinrich wants.

In the north, there are rolling hills. While blocking the violent airflow from high altitudes, it also blocks the cold in the middle of the low concave parts, forming a warm and humid basin. It comes from the abundant water system scattered from the ancient rivers, and has not been cultivated for more than a hundred years, and has accumulated a large amount of fertile soil with humus. The weeds are getting taller and higher and denser. Looking down from the sky, it looks like a thick velvet blanket of yellow and green.

There are ruins everywhere, which has become the most unique and common landscape in the wasteland world. In the old days, humans did use words such as "migration" and "use resources" to the limit. As far as the shores of the sea, snow-capped mountains and bottoms, the traces left by them can be seen everywhere. Although most of the houses have collapsed, beautiful decorative paints and huā patterns may no longer exist, but the broken walls can be found from time to time.

Some of them have become nests of ants and cockroaches, while others have cracked and crushed, eroded by wind and rain into scattered pieces. Some of them have become more and more special. Under the influence of natural environments such as weather, environment, and humidity, they are becoming harder and harder, and the loose calcium accumulation layer gradually tends to precipitate. It is never possible to be differentiated in the middle of the soil, but is closely linked to the rock layer, forming the prototype of the fossils that archaeologists are most interested in.

Heinrich never took respect for his predecessors. But this did not prevent him from using other people's bodies to satisfy his special hobbies in some aspects.

In a well-preserved abandoned house, Heinrich sat on a shabby wooden chair, looking at a middle-aged man tied to the thick stone pillar in front of him with his wise eyes.

The progress of the Northern Theater Command was very smooth. The various strongholds set up by the Church in northeastern Asia could not stop the powerful troops with the "Holy Blood Angel" Legion as the main force. The main attack direction of the "Space Wild Wolf" Legion, as an auxiliary force for coordinated combat, has been focused on the central and southern North Korea on the old map. On the periphery of the ruins of the city along the way, you can even find the remains of the predecessors, and carved them on the broken stone tablets with ancient Chinese characters, with vague and identifiable words "Goryeo".

"Sword of God" is a crazy religious armed force. It is cruel, barbaric, fearless and has no consequences in combat. However, everything in this world is relatively xing. They soon discovered that an enemy from the south has more advanced equipment than themselves and has sufficient logistics supply. These soldiers wearing the golden sè Tenglong logo on their left arm can even receive hundreds of heavy tanks during the attack. What's more terrifying is that each of these guys has superpowers that are not inferior to level five evolutions. Especially the lower lieutenant who is attacking...

They, they, they are all extremely powerful parasites. Machine guns and shells have no effect on them. Relying on their agile movements and speed that is far beyond ordinary people, the seemingly tight defense line can easily be torn apart countless holes. Crash and death

...It's just a matter of time.

When every battle is over and the battlefield is cleaned, several telegrams with the same content can be found in the command center of the "Sword of God". In addition to requesting reinforcements, the telegram also repeatedly mentioned that a large number of parasites are needed to use as a battlefield to fight.

The pages of the telegram are placed on the table next to Heinrich. From the corner of his eyes, occasionally passing over the paper with blackened and hardened blood. His melancholy and deep eyes will involuntarily become fierce and cruel.

He clearly remembered that more than six months ago, when he sent the first telegram with such content to Yang Hua.

The man was tall, with a thin facial contour but not losing his sense of strength. In contrast, his strong and plump shoulder muscles set off his entire upper body in a very thick way, showing a calm and powerful momentum like a mountain.

The reward scenario that Heinrich expected did not appear. He thought it was important information, but did not receive the due reward - Yang Hua did not give any extra quota to the "Space Wild Wolf" and did not increase the corresponding number of weapons. In fact, two combat brigades were drawn from the existing troops of the "Space Wild Wolf" and transferred them to the imperial capital. In this way, Heinrich's direct soldiers were immediately reduced by nearly 40%, leaving only about 1,200 important combatants.

Of course, he didn't get nothing. After handing over a thousand veterans with combat experience, the "Space Wolf" Legion was supplemented by another 800 new recruits.

Yang Hua gave a serious explanation to this.

"All legions must participate in rotational battles. According to the order issued by the Supreme Joint Conference, veterans of each legion must return to the imperial capital at the specified time and receive unified review from the General Staff Headquarters. Those who meet the parasitic standards can become imperial guards, and those who are not strong enough will be promoted to officers directly. The empire needs more outstanding soldiers, rather than allowing them to hold on to their own troops and occupy one side alone."

From a civilized perspective, Yang Hua's words can be called "beating". However, when it comes to things, Heinrich has another set of his own unique insights. He did not agree with his boss's opinion, believing that this is the spirit of Chi/luo/luo/'s seizure of military power-

I was jealous of my military achievements, erased my achievements, and even used reasonable and legal means to forcibly seize the Si army that originally belonged to me. But all of this was backed by the word "empire". It was impossible to refute it at all, nor could I resist it, and I could only accept it silently.

The steel chains as thick as arms are tightly bound to the middle-aged man fixed on the stone pillar. This is the spoils of yesterday's battle, and it is also a powerful parasite with a two-star class. The broken black robe on his body is enough to prove that he has the qualification of a priest recognized by the "Sword of God". But in front of Heinrich, God, Son, and Mother

.Even the blood-stained crosses become meaningless, just dead objects that cannot produce any effect.

One punch, smashing the left shoulder.

The sharp fighting knife, which was flexibly controlled by fingers, rotated in the air at an incredible speed, shining with a dazzling metallic luster, and also cut off the opponent's two big tulips from below the knee. The limbs were destroyed, but Heinrich did not directly swing his fist to remove the opponent's head.

Instead, he ordered the military medical staff to seal his blood vessels and inject powerful sedatives to keep the guy alive until now.

He could not run, and he could not run one or two sharp iron hooks that were more than half a meter long. He fell straight from the beam of the room and penetrated deeply into the middle-aged man's body from behind his shoulders. He did not hurt his internal organs, but was firmly embedded in the gap between the shoulders and collarbone. The two iron chains that tied his body crossed each other, forming two irregular "x" characters in front and behind, baring out the solid muscles of the xiong, and also a soft abdomen that kept breathing, violently undulating and shaking.

Heinrich sat on a wooden chair, lowered his head, and held his knees on his left and right elbows, supporting his upper body bent forward. His face showed a sickly blue and white, and from time to time you could see a flash of flashing red. It looked like blood, but it had an abnormal bright red more eye-catching than blood.

The left hand hangs slightly, but the right hand hangs the tail of the fighting knife, shaking in the air, as if it may fall down at any time, and creates a shallow pit in triangle shape on the stone floor.

"Please, I...

...I, I am willing to do anything for you. I, I am willing to be your slave and become a dog under your command. Please, please

..Don't kill me."

Middle-aged men are covered with blood. Most of them have become hard and black, condensed on the surface of broken clothes, forming a twisted and wrinkled black hard strip. The edges of the wounds on their shoulders and hips, torn skin and fat have lost their moisture, dried up, and their faces are dark yellow, mixed with coagulation and dirty blood like a type of sauce. Through the outward-turned skin, the muscle tissue slightly lowered remains fresh, and round meat beads are accumulated from the inside to the outside. They are very small, but they are constantly permeated with fishy and yellow pus.

From yesterday to now, he has been talking about this nose over and over again. Sometimes, words such as "I don't want to die", "I can tell you anything" or "I surrender". Except for the medical staff who checked his physical condition on time, no one responded to his pleading. It was only more than half an hour ago that Heinrich slowly walked up to him and sat down.

It was very close to the middle-aged man could clearly smell it, and it was spewed out from Heinrich's mouth and nose, with an alcoholic smell with a strong tobacco smell.

Stinky, and disgusting.

However, now is obviously not the time to care about these problems. Even if a piece of shit is placed in front of you, as long as the other party promises that he can survive, the middle-aged man will still clean it without hesitation and eat it all without leaving any left.

The eardrums were filled with pleading sounds, Heinrich grabbed the brandy bottle placed at his feet, raised his neck and sipped his mouth. The scorching heat of fire instantly entered the body, anesthetized the brain, and the hazy scene in front of him gradually transformed into the image of his father and mother, as well as the patriarch, brothers, and sisters.

They are all dead.

Faces and bodies suddenly fell, and the skin was like boiling oil poured by boiling water and suddenly cracked. The muscles burned into pink by high temperatures, as well as the black blood vessels accumulated by blood stasis. The flesh fell one by one, and countless scary sharp sword shadows appeared in a trance. They were cutting and picking the flesh, cutting out all the muscle tissue attached to the human body layer by layer, leaving only the remaining white bones with bright red blood. And those once familiar faces completely turned into cold skeletons.

My father's majestic and tall body is just a thin and fragile skeleton.

The mother's kind and caring eyes were replaced by empty and dark holes.

They should be them, with their mouths open and their teeth colliding with each other, making a creepy "click" sound, gradually surrounding them. The stretched white joints explored themselves from all directions, and they should be one of them.

Everyone in the Ella Blauke family is dead, why do you still have to live?

Heinrich couldn't answer this question. He was afraid, afraid, angry, unwilling to...

...but it cannot be explained, and it is impossible to give any answer to people who appear in the illusion.

“No, I don’t want to—

”

Yang Hua began to appear in the midst of the overwhelming hatred.

Reason made Heinrich understand that Yang Hua’s actions were not wrong. However, the subconscious mind could not accept this fact. If the initial loyalty to Lin Xiang was derived from family hatred, then this thinking of wanting to kill everything has gradually transformed into his personal huge ambition for power as the cruel killing day after day.

To get more.”

Resistance is impossible - Yang Hua's parasitic supernatural powers are as high as nine stars, and he may break through the limit at any time and become a parasitic general. Fight head-on, even if he gathers all the forces of the "Space Wild Wolf" Legion, he has no chance of winning at all.

Strength is the most direct way to obtain the world.

However, a considerable number of great people in history who once controlled most of the land area on Earth were wise. In other words, the brain and power are one of them.

Maybe I should rebel

This terrible noun, like a column of lightning, passed through Heinrich's mind, but left a deep and indelible mark.

Lin Xiang, now he should be called "Emperor". That man is not very strong.

Heinrich could not remember how many times he had recalled the scene of meeting the emperor at the beginning. The power he had at that time should not be much different from his current one. It was a strangeness that could not be seen through forever hidden in the depths of the mi fog. But no matter what it was, he would completely obey the supreme power.

There may be more than me who are interested in the throne.

Wang Biao, Yang Hua, Zhou Hao and those legion commanders who were constantly expanding their banquets. Although there is no evidence that they have a rebellious heart, who can guarantee that none of them would look at the beautiful golden throne?

Thinking of this, Heinrich suddenly laughed strangely.

He grabbed the middle-aged man's shoulders tied to the stone pillar, holding the fighting knife in his right hand, and suddenly clenched it tightly, drawing a straight line in the air, running through the other person's face from bottom to top, and quickly plucking a whole piece of flesh with his ears from the left cheek.

Screaming, so sharp that it was not as sharp as a human voice.

Heart-wrenching, roaring desperately with all his strength.

The middle-aged man twisted his body wildly and wanted to break free from the constraints. However, this action immediately brought more intense pain, and the affected nerves burst out with more and more intense thorns. The only thing he could do was to drag the "wavering" steel chains to sway left and right until he exhausted his strength and screamed slightly weaker. Instead, he was a slight slow whisper and a more and more intense breathing.

"I am also the commander of the Legion, why should I obey your orders?"

Another large mouthful of brandy was poured down, and the consciousness in Heinrich's brain was lingering between chaos and awakeness. He waved the knife viciously again, and inserted it into the man's left eye socket without any mercy. In the crying cry, with the pleasure of abuse, the tip of the knife was lifted upwards, cruelly uttered out the eyeballs, looked closer, and bounced away with his fingers.

Blood surged like a spring. The eye socket was simply a trap that was black and red.

The bloody tip of the knife was pierced from the edge of the fragile nose and cut off the entire protruding part of the nose from the side. Heinrich had no intention of stopping the movement at all. The louder the scream, the more excited he was, and the more irresistible he had impulsiveness and fear.

...The human object whose facial muscles were cut off by a knife was not a prisoner of war from the "Sword of God". But Wang Biao, Yang Hua, who made him express his surrender but gradually developed a rebellious emperor.

"I will obey you."

The muscles on Heinrich's face were trembling, and the winding blood vessels on his shoulders and neck were constantly squirming. He waved the knife hard, scratching back and forth on the middle-aged man's face, roaring in a hideous voice, as if praying, and as if making some promise: "I will be loyal to the supreme emperor and will be loyal to a stronger power than you."

Most of the muscles on the middle-aged man's head have been cut off, and many places are numb and white bones. The severe pain finally made the brain unable to bear it and fell into a fainting state. But he was still not dead and still breathing.

"If there is no power, if this world can have a civilization as brilliant as the old era, it must be an artist."

Heinrich murmured to himself, and the tip of the knife was cleverly and flexibly wandering on the middle-aged man's face, carefully and carefully removing the flesh and blood membranes to leave a complete skull.

The Ellabrook family originated from East Prussia in the ancient times. It was the most common method for members of the Teutonic Knights of the Dark Age. The heads of the dead, especially those who performed bravely on the battlefield, became a precious collection of the major families of that period, with gold and gems. Heinrich's actions seemed cruel, but they were nothing more than restoring this tradition.

He needs his own holy objects, the skull of a higher-level parasite, to give the carrier courage.
Chapter completed!