Chapter 440: Intricate and Complex

Su Xing stopped outside a massive, collapsed tower-like structure that was burning and exploding. He casually hammered a vehicle he had just smashed to pieces twice, fashioning it into the shape of a chair, and sat down. At the same time, he cast a sidelong glance at the several giant insectoid beasts beside him.

Each of these things was three meters tall, with the largest reaching six meters—they were behemoths.

With such people, unless they don't care about anything, people's livelihood, logistics, and the future, they might be able to get 5,000 troops. Otherwise, 1,000 troops are estimated to be the entire armed force of the whole territory.

How to put it? In Su Xing's perception, these things were true weapons of slaughter—pure, flawless biological weapons created solely for war and killing. Their professionalism in slaughter even surpassed that of Space Marines, because Space Marines still possessed human emotions, even if they had been tempered to be incredibly iron-blooded. These things, however, had nothing but the emotion of slaughter.

What did "death before retreat" even count for?

They weren't even considered alive!

These things were brought by the Dark Eldar to participate in the Commorragh Arena; they were the equivalent of the lions in the Roman Colosseum.

In this world, their scientific name was the Tyranids. Through his perception of the emotions of the surrounding Dark Eldar and other alien races, combined with what Xia Luote had told him about the main threats to the Human Empire in this world, he had roughly guessed their origins.

These were not indigenous products of the galaxy, but alien holy relics from outside the galaxy. They had no communication, no feelings, and no emotions; they were hive-mind lifeforms whose sole mission was to destroy everything and devour all biomass.

Therefore, logically speaking, when he released these things, they should have bitten him directly, because the pure emotion of slaughter they radiated expressed exactly that.

If it weren't for them all looking like humans, Wu Pifu would have thought he had come to the position of trolls in World of Warcraft.

These trolls, no, these barbarians are not interested in talking to Wu Pifu, and even their own tribesmen are not interested in talking. They are noisy, meditating, talking to monsters, organizing weapons and equipment, or fighting.

Neither discipline nor rules. Compared with this, the city-state army is much more orderly. Not only are there reasonable camp and position planning, but personnel are also divided into different areas according to arms, levels, and responsibilities. At the same time, there are personnel similar to supervisors or law enforcement teams patrolling constantly, which is simply two eras of armies compared to the barbarian side.

However, these are all fine. Wu Pifu is not interested in all this. He only wants to eat more food, get a safe place, and it is best to make some merit in this war, and then settle a patrol soldier or guard soldier position, and he can slowly familiarize himself with this world, slowly heal himself, treat the three small animals, restore his strength...

Perfect plan!

Especially since he obtained the "identity" of this world, he mixed into it without anyone knowing, and no one suspected it. This is simply too great.

Wu Pifu sat in place with peace of mind, silently transporting blood energy to repair the many hidden injuries on his body, and at the same time paying attention to the situation of the three small animals at all times.

Along the way, he gave the three small animals water, and at the same time crushed the cake and soaked it in water for them to eat some, but this nutrition is definitely not enough. He needs to obtain meat, and the treatment of the three small animals cannot stop...

Just when Wu Pifu was sitting in place and silently dazed, a barbarian walked past Wu Pifu, and then he seemed to see Daphne in the broken cloth, looked at Wu Pifu, looked at him for a long time, and then laughed, muttering something in his mouth, and reached out to grab Daphne.

Wu Pifu reached out with one hand, just grabbed the tiger's mouth of this barbarian's palm. The barbarian's eyes widened immediately, and he was about to scold in his mouth, and at the same time, the other hand was clenched into a fist and was about to smash at Wu Pifu's forehead.

But the next instant, Wu Pifu's palm shook slightly, and this barbarian actually sat beside him, and his whole body trembled slightly. If you look closely, you can see his eyes widened, but his whole body couldn't move, and from under the skin, in the muscles, and even in the bones, a kind of sour and numb feeling came out. As time passed, this sour and numb feeling intensified crazily. After only a few seconds, tears and snot flowed out, and large beads of sweat rolled out on his skin.

"I can let you go, but sit quietly beside me, otherwise the time will be extended several times next time." Wu Pifu said lightly, and then he let go.

The barbarian's body trembled violently, almost falling to the ground, and then he immediately wanted to crawl up with his hands and feet, and at the same time, he wanted to move away from Wu Pifu with his hands and feet. His mouth opened, and he was about to roar immediately.

The next instant, Wu Pifu's palm was placed on him again, his palm moved slightly, and the barbarian sat quietly in place again without moving, but his skin and muscles continued to tremble slightly.

This time, the time lasted for a full twenty seconds. The barbarian's eyes had turned white, and white saliva came out of his mouth. Wu Pifu then let go of him, and at the same time pointed a finger at the center of his forehead. The barbarian woke up immediately. He immediately wanted to crawl up with his hands and feet, until he heard Wu Pifu's voice: "Sit quietly."

The voice was light and small, only this barbarian could hear it. When it reached his ears, it was simply like the voice of the most terrible and terrifying demon in the world. His consciousness was still screaming, but his body was already sitting in place honestly, although his whole body was trembling, he didn't dare to make any sound.

"Look, you can do it, right?"

Wu Pifu smiled lightly at this barbarian, and then said: "Sit quietly here, when you can eat in a while, I want half of your food, what do you think?"

The barbarian nodded vigorously, his eyes clear and bright, without any resentment.

In the twenty seconds just now, he saw his dead father and mother more than once, and they were waving gently to him on the other side of a big river...

That kind of taste he didn't want to try again in his life, even if he died, he didn't want to!

Wu Pifu arrived at the front-line position at noon, the sun shone down, the body temperature was about 35 degrees, and the whole body was hot under the direct sunlight. At this time, it was naturally impossible to send troops to fight, so he was not in a hurry, just sitting in place. And on the broken cloth he opened, Daphne, the Samoyed, looked very fat, and the barbarian's law was very simple, the big fist is the boss, and all rules are decided according to the fist.

So when barbarians passed by, they saw Daphne, the dog, and then saw Wu Pifu, this person, and almost all barbarians had the idea of "weak tribesmen," and then they had the idea of wanting to seize his prey, and then...

By about three o'clock in the afternoon, Wu Pifu sat quietly with eight barbarians beside him. They all looked at Wu Pifu with clear eyes, looked at Daphne on the broken cloth, and then looked at the other barbarians who looked at them curiously with the eyes of a wolf, ready to fight with people at any time, so that other barbarians thought that the nine people including Wu Pifu were a team, so naturally no one dared to continue to disturb them.

At this time, someone pushed a wooden cart from the city-state camp, filled with cakes, and several large barrels in the cart were filled with paste. More than a dozen wooden carts and hundreds of logistics personnel arrived. These barbarians cheered, each fighting, pushing and gathering to the wooden cart. Just when they were about to fight, a white light rose from the camp. When they saw this white light, all the barbarians had fear, vigilance, envy and other emotions in their eyes. Then, even if they fought each other, they didn't dare to grab the food on the wooden cart, but let the logistics personnel start to distribute it to them.

The city-state seems to have a recording method. How much food each barbarian can get is counted. Among them, the old and weak only got three cakes and two bowls of paste. The strong ones, such as the eight people sitting beside him, can be allocated five cakes and three bowls of paste. As for the dozen strongest barbarians in the middle, in addition to seven cakes and five bowls of paste, each also got a piece of meat the size of a fist.

Wu Pifu only got three cakes and two bowls of paste, but there were eight kind people beside him. They all let Wu Pifu have half of their cakes and paste with kindness. Even if Wu Pifu didn't accept it, they couldn't. They were so anxious that tears were about to fall.

Seeing this, Wu Pifu was not polite. He praised these eight barbarians, making them cry, and then he began to eat and drink, eating most of the food enough to support two or three barbarians, leaving a cake and a bowl of paste, and then carefully gave Chiu Chiu, Daphne, and Beelzebub some to eat.

After eating, half an hour passed, and Wu Pifu saw the eight barbarians beside him start to organize weapons. They all looked at Wu Pifu at the same time. The barbarian who sat beside him at the beginning said in a muffled voice: "Boss, how do we fight next?"

Wu Pifu asked: "How do you usually fight?"

The eight barbarians looked at each other, and someone said: "Follow the charge, slash and kill toward the people who are many and weak, and after killing, you don't have to cut the head. The shaman in the city naturally knows how many people we killed. A head can get more cakes and paste next time. If you cut more than three heads, you can also get a bag of grain and two pieces of meat."

Wu Pifu nodded slightly. He watched the city-state army camp start to gather, and he stood up and said: "Follow by my side, help me protect my three animals, I will let each of you cut at least one head, but if they are hurt... you will experience that extreme pain to death."

The eight barbarians were terrified. They looked at each other, and all looked at the three animals on the broken cloth with incomparably clear eyes. They were kind and couldn't bear to see animals die, so they must try their best to protect them.

"Very good, look, outsiders say that we barbarians don't like communication and unity, that must be a prejudice!"

Wu Pifu smiled and said: "You make me believe that we barbarians can still communicate and unite!"

(End of Chapter)

"Believe me, we are grasshoppers on the same rope. I won't let you waste time doing useless work. Everything I am having you do now is a trump card I have planned for your future after obtaining the means of faster-than-light travel in the material universe..."

"In this Dream World, the trump cards that the material universe can give you!!"

(End of chapter)