Lin Xiang has never been able to control the powerful superpowers that come from his own body. Even if he is forcibly restricted by subjective thinking, he is difficult to adapt to the daily life of ordinary people. Feeling...

It's like a Titan giant who only exists in legends is forcibly imprisoned and becomes a normal human body. It's awkward and uncomfortable. How to say it is like when you are the hungry, a sumptuous feast is placed in front of you, but you can only eat a small piece of meat that is not enough to even fill your teeth.

Strength should not be stored inside the body.

To be precise, it should be that excess energy should not be bound by the body. It should be attributed to the outside world and to nature. As long as you have the correct guidance method, they can be used by yourself anytime, anywhere.

This is the difference between possessing superpowers and ordinary evolutionary individuals. Whether it is the lowest level of evolution or extremely powerful parasitic general, it is essentially just a way to use energy. Superpowers are just a way to consume energy from the outside world for themselves. In fact, as early as the parasitic period, I could use it freely, but I did not notice the subtle differences between guidance and morphological transformation.

“Energy is the key.”

Looking at his white hands, only Lin Xiang could hear the murmurs in his mouth.

The entire ruin was shrouded in an unusual dullness. At both ends of the street, more and more mutant beasts were gathered. Lin Xiang's dispersed mind consciousness had detected nearly 50,000 biological sources. Fear from the front row of similar people spread rapidly in the group like viruses.

They no longer roared, and even dared not growl. They just turned their bodies halfway, raised their claws to block the strong white light that thorned their eyes. They were unwilling to give up, but they were unable to get close at all, and curled up anxiously and frightened.

In an instant, many things that were not understood before flashed in Lin Xiang's mind.

"I probably understand what Captain Sock said at that time.

No wonder Claude thinks there is light in me.”

This is a real scene, and it is also Lin Xiang's sudden realization in the hazy and speculation. Although he himself doesn't know whether it is the exact answer, it is infinitely close to the true result.

Lin Xiang didn't know if there was really a "prophecy" in this world. But Captain Soke had an almost fanatical worship of Claude. This crazy belief did affect Lin Xiang to a certain extent. However, it was only now that he had released all the suppressed power without any scruples that he truly felt it.

.Evolution has indeed divided humans into two completely different groups of strength and weakness.

As for the so-called light, it is very subtle and blurry. It cannot touch the mo, but it can feel its existence.

Lin Xiang stood quietly, looking at his hands silently, as if it was a pair of unparalleled most precious works of art. Zhou Hao and Yarman next to him tried their best to hold their breath, fearing that they would break this wonderful balance. Although the breathing frequency was suppressed to a level of nearly suffocation, they did not dare to struggle at all.

Suddenly, he let out a long breath, and Lin Xiang's crystal clear and pure eyes flashed in the dark a flame representing the meaning of danger and death. He stared at the group of mutant beasts that were afraid of dozens of meters away, and said word by word in a pleasant voice: "You don't belong here."

There is no definite evidence that wild beasts can understand human words? But they have a keener perception ability than humans. The moment the first few words blurted out, the group of beasts gathered on the streets had already appeared obviously...

~ They turned around and retreated desperately, desperately looking for gaps between their companions to escape from here. They used their quick and simple minions to climb out of other tall beasts. Several iron-toothed cats that evolved from large cats in the old era, and even opened their mouths to bite other smaller rotten wolf and giant rats, and savagely divided enough escape space. The scene was in chaos, with screaming and biting sounds mixed together. In the deeper part of the street, heavy footsteps trampled through the ground, and the "crack" sound of the animals' bodies and bones being crushed and broken.

Lin Xiang slowly raised his head and looked down at the streets with an extremely arrogant attitude from top to bottom. His cold and solemn eyes instantly penetrated the darkness, as if he had seen the world further away, even the entire earth and even the universe.

"Swoosh"

The innumerable energy converted from other matter instantaneously is gathered into a huge light ball with a diameter of more than fifty meters. The thrust, coupled with the strong explosion released by ignition, drives this hot and dazzling white spherical energy to shoot straight forward at a violent and rapid speed.

The air was cut through and a sounding sound boom was raised. The terrifying energy poured out like a flood, running through the entire street from beginning to end. The crowded mutant beasts had no escape at all, and could only watch the light of the death nose pass through the middle of their body without any obstacles. The violent high temperature, coupled with the terrifying power that burned all, instantly vaporized the flesh and bones, becoming a new polymer for the energy light ball.

The pressure, coupled with the continuous subsequent kinetic energy that is guided to transform, makes the light ball rush to any obstacle that dares to block itself without any scruples. The abandoned building that has been maintained for a hundred years in the radiation of wind and rain, while the light source passes through, it emits a thrilling crack sound of "squeaking". Either collapses or barely maintains integrity, but at the bottom layer that is penetrated, it leaves a broken limb of countless mutant beasts scattered around it, with red and hot edges, burning strange blue flames, and even burning into a huge round hole in the form of crystal-clear glass liquefied. It silently declares to the dark and vast world, the best testimony of strength and strength.

He couldn't feel fatigue, and even the slightest leakage of his body's strength. Lin Xiang stood there, maintaining a fixed posture of his right fist swinging forward, as if an alternative sculpture that solidified in an instant and expanded with infinite power.

Zhou Hao and Yarman had already kneeled on the ground. Their hands were spread out, like the most devout believers, completely obeying their most believing goals without reservation. Even a trace of unnecessary thoughts were completely eliminated.

At this moment, Zhou Hao truly felt the existence of God.

It is not an illusory image that is infinitely exaggerated in the legend. It has the same shape as humans. It can speak, laugh, have normal emotions, and be able to feel real and even touch.

It is not a super ninja who is bound to the cross and is spitting on his left. He also has to face it with his right face, nor is it a so-called Allah who has to be cruel and cold even with a black cloth on his face.

As for the fat bald monk who was covered with small snails, thick noodles, and always slapped and pressed people, it was even more distant.

God, he is by his side.

I know him and can also call him his name.

He, too.

The more the Lou Fire is, the more intense it becomes.

The entire eastern Asian continent has basically become a fixed territory of the Longteng Empire. Even according to the national boundary classification standards of the old era, the total area has exceeded the records of the old Republic.

The battle expectations of the empire, army, and team are stronger than ever. Honors, military ranks, and social ranks

All of this, like adrenaline, sting their brains wildly. They cannot recover their calmness and are deeply trapped in the extremely vigorous killing. The fanatical worship of the emperor and the desire for material interests, cut off the heads of opponents, and completely grind away their weak will with blood and large pieces of barbecue. This is not cruel or tyrannical, but conquering the whole world and killing everything in the most basic and fundamental credentials.

Every piece of land, every battle, while the blood and fire bathing evolved, everyone will roar wildly in the tone of admiration and respect, "For the Emperor" one by one

The burden brought by war has been fully demonstrated. Without considering conquering the population, the empire and the army dared to launch destructive attacks on any target.

The empire does not need civilians. More and more replicants have become the backbone of the imperial civilian class. The originally vacant arable land has been replaced by fully mechanized integrated production.

Small-scale plantings are carried out on the edge of the empire only in the newly occupied immigrant areas. The work undertaken by the replicants and their descendants is mostly focused on industrial manufacturing. As for the captured populations caused by war, their only ending is to become slaves.

The human society in the wasteland world has developed a completely different evolutionary direction than those imagined by scholars in the old era. Taking the empire as an example, the new "Dao" moral standards are no longer old virtues in the simple sense, but focus more on loyalty and fanaticism to the emperor, and the strong defense of the empire and expansionist aspects. Although traditional concepts seem to be weakened, they still have a certain weight. In addition to the different opinions produced by humans due to their age, differences, and knowledge status, some of the minor details have been completely abandoned and even replaced by new and completely subverted the old system.

Take the active officers and soldiers of each legion as an example. They no longer brought back the bodies of the dead from the battlefield like in the old days. Instead, they took the identity plate from them and took a sufficient number of skin and muscle tissue as replica samples according to the requirements of the Imperial Medical College. As for the corpse, they will be divided by funeral rituals after the baptism and prayer of the military priest.

Cooked and eaten by all living people. They believe that doing so can absorb the power of the dead and can obtain the courage and belief that has not yet completely dissipated by chewing the heart, kidneys, and internal organs of the warrior.

Not everyone can get this honor. Only those who are the most brave on the battlefield and have powerful abilities far exceeding the evolution level of ordinary people are eligible to obtain the "food and funeral" ceremony presided over by a high-level priest after death. In fact, this is also an alternative way of evolution.

Although there is no conclusive evidence that the behavior of "devouring" can truly achieve the expected effect. It is undeniable that it can indeed give the eater a strong belief in "evolving". Of course, physical and muscle strengthening may not be used as a standard.

However, it can make the carnivore develop extremely fanatical confidence. The specific manifestation is that it will rush harder on the battlefield, kill more, and be more fierce and fearless.

If it were in the old era, this concept would undoubtedly become the only goal of common hostility for all mankind.

The idea of ​​inability to integrate with constant Taoism will inevitably become the dark level of the systemic and stable society. However, when the foundation of civilization is completely destroyed and everything is struggling between ruins and desolation, there is no clear distinction between justice and evil.

Without drinking water and food, use gun bullets to blow the baby's head, or return it to the mother, allowing them to be surrounded by rotten wolf in the wilderness, or die of thirst and starvation.

There is never a standard answer for this multiple-choice question. Even if there is, it is only different results given by different social contexts, people with different classes and different amounts of food in completely different psychological states.

No one thinks they are wrong, whether they are killed or killed. They can always quote scriptures and find too many credentials to show their "justice". In fact, these reasons are indeed sufficiently convincing. However, different listeners and different understandings have different requirements for life and future. Moreover, because different numbers of people constitute society, becoming the level of existence in different proportions, and even the level of justice or evil of status and power, they can only be used as a plaything, being repeatedly argued, or becoming the most powerful tool for a certain class to prove that they blame their opponents.

But no matter what, the emperor is still the emperor after all.

The winter in Xinjing comes earlier and colder than in other places.

The northwest has always been a bitter and cold place. The latitude is closer to the cold zone. Although it has four seasons alternating like some parts of the world, in terms of time, winter is longer than summer.

The snow was piled up very thick. Although there were special personnel and vehicles and equipment to clean it on time, it was limited to the main highways in the city. Bypassing the sides of the road, broken ice and slag piled into sharp cone shapes by shovelers, they stepped directly on the surface of the soft snow layer, and their depth could instantly reach their knees.

At minus thirty-seven degrees, this is the number displayed on the thermometer hanging outside the house. Of course, this is only during the day. If it is at night, this number will drop by at least a full ten scales.

More than a dozen cement pickets were neatly arranged on the open space more than 500 meters southwest of the leader's residence. These artificial utensils with a "concave" shape on the top of the bright mud are like strange stalagmites growing from the soil.

On the surface of the pile column, black chains with stains on the surface were hung. They crossed from left to right, and tied the attachments fixed on the pile surface.

Those are humans.

To be precise, it should be a criminal identified by the Political Supervision Commission as an "anti-revolutionary" criminal.

They were holding their bodies and their hands were pushed back against the back by force, completely violating the normal curved structure of human skeletons, hugging the cement pile tightly by two hard steel nails penetrated from the clavicle position, firmly buckled on their back. The feet, twisted backwards to the back with the knee as the lowest point, and lifted back to the tun part in an inverted cone shape. They were fixed from the ankle position with thick iron wire. At first glance, the whole person looked like a ball of unusually shaped flesh brown that was forcibly twisted by limbs.

But they couldn't even lower their heads to relax their bodies slightly, and they were strangled into a ball, wrapped in gel-like liquid, and pulled to the top of the picket without separating them from the body.

There is no fatal injury found on all the corpses. They are just tied up and bound. As for whether they are starved to death, thirsty, or trapped to death, it has nothing to do with the executor.

Everyone was frozen into ice. The cold, coupled with the unbearable severe pain, kept their faces still alive and miserable expressions. Each face can see the clearest explanation of the word "despair". The facial muscles are completely distorted due to the severe pain, becoming a confinement for the inability to distinguish their original face. Some people have a large population, some people have clenched their teeth tightly, and some even bite their tongues directly, trying to make themselves die faster by accelerating the loss of blood.

After all, for those who cannot control their hands and feet, death is indeed an extremely happy and luxurious enjoyment that no longer has to be tortured in pain and humiliation.

What's more, under their feet, the ground where cement picket piles were buried, was originally a special cemetery in the new capital.

Jin Guangyao lay on the comfortable soft chair, his eyes closed slightly, and his limbs and body were completely relaxed. A young girl in a silk nightgown knelt beside her and pressed and rubbed his tui muscles with her slender hands. From the side, Jin Guangyao's fat body weighing 215 kilograms was completely disproportionate to the girl's most curvy waist. But she was still trying hard to do simple and fixed movements, and the strength on her fingers did not dare to relax at all.

The room was very warm, with a high fire burning in the fireplace, without the coldness or chill of winter, and even a faint sense of stuffiness that can only be felt in the hot summer.

The girl was massaged hard, and dense beads of sweat had already oozed out of the tip of her nose and cheeks. Gradually, these liquids that penetrated from the surface of the skin slowly gathered to the top of the chin according to the outline of the cotton cloth, forming cabochon water droplets that swayed left and right with the rhythm of the body, increasing volume and weight.

Finally, the crystal clear salty water could no longer bear the attraction from the earth itself, completely getting rid of the soft skin surface, very light, but extremely accurate dripping to the golden light's mouth, and quickly disappeared into the thick black and thick hairy flat as dense as a forest.
Chapter completed!