Chapter 194: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

During the day they worked as usual, shoveling dung, pushing carts, chased by Squigs.

Lin En shoveled those huge piles of dung into the cart one shovelful at a time, sweating like rain, sweating like rain.

With every shovel he told himself,

this was absolutely the last time he'd shovel dung!

Yaduoduo worked too, but was clearly distracted, glancing at Lin En from time to time, his eyes full of both tension and excitement.

The sky darkened, and the day's work ended.

The two went to collect their wages: another two broken teeth.

Yaduoduo took the teeth, his hands shaking; he was still a bit nervous.

Lin En patted its shoulder: "Don't be afraid."

Yaduoduo nodded, took a deep breath.

The two pretended to return to Wu Bao, and after confirming no one was following, they sneaked out again.

The pasture at night was quieter than by day, only Squigs occasionally letting out low roars, and snoring from some shed in the distance.

They took several detours, passed several piles of debris, crossed a leaking pipe, and arrived outside the only tavern nearby.

It was a hut built from discarded debris, barely able to hold a few dozen fart spirits.

Inside, the light was dim, with noisy clamor and piercing laughter coming from within.

Through the drafty holes on all sides, one could see the inside was full of fart spirits.

They crowded together drinking, boasting, and fighting.

The number had long exceeded the capacity limit; Lin En couldn't tell who was A Wen at all, but fortunately there was still Yaduoduo.

Lin En and Yaduoduo crouched in the dark, guarding the tavern doorway.

Time passed second by second; Yaduoduo was still very nervous, but gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Lin En, on the other hand, was very calm; this matter was simpler than drinking water for him.

He wore a Purple Ninja Robe, blending into the night, like a true ninja.

After waiting who knows how long, finally, the door curtain was lifted.

A bulky figure walked out unsteadily.

A Wen.

It was one size larger than an ordinary fart spirit, its belly swollen like a ball, its flesh jiggling as it walked.

It wore leather armor with iron plates sewn on, with a rusty laser gun and a machete tucked at its waist.

Having drunk quite a lot, it hadn't brought its steel helmet picked up from the battlefield, exposing its bald head and a pair of protruding ears.

Its face was flushed red, its eyes narrowed into slits, it walked unsteadily, still muttering something in its mouth.

More than a dozen fart spirits followed at its side, all wearing tattered armor, some holding sticks, some holding debris machetes.

They had also drunk quite a lot, but were more sober than A Wen, still knowing to watch the road.

Yaduoduo took a deep breath and stood up.

Its legs were shaking, its palms full of sweat, but it still walked over.

"A Wen!"

The group of fart spirits stopped, looking at this suddenly appearing thin figure.

A Wen squinted for a long time before recognizing him:

"Yaduoduo? You fucking tired of living, daring to block my way?"

Yaduoduo puffed out his chest.

His voice was trembling, but every word was spoken clearly:

"A Wen, I, Yaduoduo, want to take your position!"

The scene fell silent instantly, then the group of fart spirits burst into loud laughter.

"Hahahaha~~~~ you?"

"Yaduoduo, are you crazy?"

"You can't even beat an ordinary Squig, and you want to be a cadre?"

"Did this guy get kicked in the head by a Squig while shoveling dung?"

A Wen also laughed, laughing bent double, almost unable to stand.

It pointed at Yaduoduo, laughing so hard it couldn't speak.

After laughing for a while, its expression suddenly turned grim.

"Go, teach this good-for-nothing who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth a lesson!"

More than a dozen fart spirits snarled as they surrounded Yaduoduo.

Some cracked their knuckles, some slapped sticks in their hands, or licked the blade with their tongues.

Yaduoduo stood in place, his legs shaking like sifting chaff, but he didn't retreat a step.

He gritted his teeth, looking at the fart spirits drawing nearer, his face panicked.

Just as the first fart spirit raised its stick,

A blurry figure darted out from the darkness.

Like a gust of wind suddenly blowing up at night, leaving no trace to be seen.

The two close lackeys following A Wen hadn't reacted yet before being taken down in two moves.

The first took a kick to the chest, flying straight back to slam against the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The second was even unluckier, struck in the head with an elbow, and fell stiffly backward on the spot.

A Wen turned his head, drunk, and saw only a mass of purple shadow.

It tried to resist, reaching for the laser gun at its waist, but before that hand touched the grip, a blurry large hand seized its wrist.

The strength of that hand was terrifying, clamping its wrist like iron pliers, its bones creaking under the squeeze.

A Wen couldn't break free no matter what.

It shouted for help, and that hand released its wrist, instead grabbing the edge of its armor.

A burst of brute force lifted it up, then slammed it hard onto the ground.

A Wen's back hit the hard ground, pain making his eyes go black.

It struggled to get up, but that foot was already on its chest, pressing so hard it couldn't breathe.

The opponent had no proper weapon, and for a moment actually couldn't kill it.

But the power gap was too great; A Wen was pinned to the ground, like a beetle being flipped over and over.

It wouldn't die, and couldn't break free.

The lackeys had reacted by now, abandoning their siege of Yaduoduo, preparing to turn back and rescue Big Boss.

"Hurry! Ugh~~~~" It had just opened its mouth to urge the lackeys to come quickly.

Those two large hands directly thrust into its mouth.

The right hand caught the jaw, the left hand gripped the jaw, ten fingers like iron hooks embedded into its tooth bed.

Immediately that pair of large hands wrenched hard to both sides.

A Wen writhed in constant pain, his nails leaving scratches on the black shadow.

But the black shadow didn't stop its hand movements; its jaw made an unbearable cracking sound under the immense force.

Its mouth corner was torn, its teeth shattered.

Finally, its head was torn off by force.

Blood sprayed all over the ground.

That headless corpse twitched a few times, then lay completely still.

A Wen's head was held in the hand of the purple figure.

Those eyes were still open, his face frozen with final agony.

The remaining lackeys watched this scene.

Their brains had almost no extra thought, after the first lackey threw down his weapon and turned to run.

The other lackeys directly produced a chain reaction, scrambling to get away from this terrifying monster.

In less than three seconds, only Lin En and Yaduoduo remained outside the tavern.

Lin En held that still-dripping head, standing beside the corpse.

His purple ninja robe was splattered with blood, its color indiscernible in the night, only those purple eyes glowing in the darkness.

Yaduoduo stood there, looking at the headless corpse on the ground, looking at that still-dripping head in Lin En's hand.

Facing this bloody scene, its legs actually stopped trembling.

Lin En's violence and cruelty didn't make it feel afraid; instead there was a reassuring feeling.

But the fear and confusion in its eyes were gradually replaced by another emotion.

Constantly swelling ambition.

It looked at Lin En, and Lin En also looked at it.

Neither spoke.