Chapter 111

At that time, could the sword cut through the torso of "The Unclean" without hesitation?

If it were himself when he was young facing this problem.

He would inevitably hesitate and be timid.

Thinking of this, Jing Yuan looked at Yanqing who was still thinking, trying to make the optimal choice.

His expression became gentle.

He looked at the guards on duty in the distance, and at the personnel coming and going in the mansion.

His gaze crossed the high wall and cast towards the common people carried by Xianzhou.

If he were in battle at this time.

There is only one sentence—

"Kill without mercy!"

……

General Flagship.

The captain stood beside the Legion Commander, saying nothing.

Reports from various Astartes chapters and the Death Korps of Krieg had been submitted to the Legion Commander.

On the huge screen in the command room, similar but different pictures emerged and disappeared.

In each photo, hundreds of distorted human bodies were piled together, all of them facing the world and welcoming the coming relief as honestly as newborn babies.

The Legion Commander was silent for a moment.

He subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to say something, but closed it again.

Is this what the Administrator meant by "Give 'The Unclean' the most rapid death"?

Cold, efficient, ruthless, and accurate decision.

Finally, he suppressed all kinds of mixed thoughts and gave an unquestionable instruction:

"The plan remains unchanged!"

"Until all 'The Unclean' on this land are wiped out."

The Legion Commander made a choice.

However.

Immediately, he added another sentence.

"If you encounter 'The Unclean' that are alone and have weak destructive tendencies, you can try to rescue them when our side is well-prepared."

"Pass the order like this."

After speaking, the Legion Commander continued to look at the tragedy on the huge screen.

Now these blood feuds are all counted on the pseudo-god!

The captain raised his hand and saluted:

"As you command, my lord."

……

Not long ago.

Accompanied by a burst of dense gunfire and heavy panting.

Another "Unclean" had its swimming rhythm interrupted and sank to the bottom of the sea.

This is a small island.

It is one of the last strongholds of human civilization, and also one of the last paradises in the world that has not been corrupted into "Withered Land".

On the shore of the island, several men in simple clothes were setting up cannons.

Not far from them, some women were setting traps along the coastline, hoping to slow down the invasion of "The Unclean".

On the nearby islands, there were less than ten thousand humans in total.

They are the only humans left on this planet.

Most of them were filled with chaos, fear, and sadness.

Especially when humans in this world discovered that "The Unclean" could be restored to humans using "Blackwood's Tears".

A great battle of public opinion broke out.

A considerable number of people would rather risk being assimilated by "The Unclean" than throw "Blackwood's Tears" at those monsters, in order to restore their rationality and human form.

In fact, such crazy actions indeed had some success in the initial 980.

After paying the price of over ten million people being assimilated by "The Unclean", hundreds of "Unclean" were restored to victims.

And those liberated victims had long since died, and a few still had weak breathing.

Only a few humans who were still in their prime could open their mouths and say:

"Thank you."

However.

Now, humans have nothing left.

White monsters swallowed everything, and there was only deathly silence on the black land.

Most of the survivors were desperate, and some had even fallen into madness.

Group *, eating hallucinogenic mushrooms…… things that were once treated as social tumors were spreading among the last survivors.

Only a small number of people were still making symbolic resistance.

Just then.

Huge shadows obscured the stars; those were starships far beyond the technology of this world.

Crimson meteors fell from the sky, bringing destruction and purification to the world.

Not long after, these survivors saw drop pods constantly hitting the beach.

Elites with tall bodies and heavy armor walked out of them.

Looking at their firm faces and the gorgeous decorations on their armor.

A little girl walked over curiously, her big eyes full of innocence and expectation:

"Uncle, are you angels?"

Damn, why is even the feminized Pom-Pom out now……

This chapter was coded while waiting for a flight at the airport; there may be typos and misspellings. I will correct them after I arrive at my residence in the afternoon.

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