He's been soaking in a petri dish for over 400 years!

He spent more than 50 years in this post-cataclysmic world...... At this time, he has changed from a young man who is nearly 30 years old to an old man.

It's just an old man......

Because of genetic modification or some other unknown reason, the rate of aging of his body has been greatly slowed down. If anyone could still see his face, he would look like he was in his 30s at best.

It was as if time had stopped in him.

However, he can no longer see his former face...... No one can see it.

He still retains the style and habits of a soldier, which is almost an instinctive reaction of his discipline, clear rewards and punishments, and meticulous implementation of orders. It's just that his identity has changed - from a person who only obeys orders to a person who gives orders......

In the killing again and again, in order to survive, he made a great name.

His formidable and terrifying fighting power terrified his opponents.

He was once alone, single-handedly, and with just an axe, he wiped out a gang entrenched in a small town!

That night, he slaughtered nearly 70 thugs! After infiltrating the heavily defended town in the nightfall, he alarmed the guards, but he didn't care about ....... Soon, the sound of gunfire and shouts of killing rang out, and his strong strength was revealed.

The bullet bounced off his steely flesh, but it also hurt him – it hurts a three-year-old to throw a stone at you!

The stunned crowd fell around him like ears of wheat that had been cut down to the ground! He grabbed a gun casually, didn't even use aiming, shot at random, and grabbed another one when he ran out......

Seven thugs were strung by him on a charred stake, like meat skewers - he was already red-eyed in the background of blood and flames.

His terrifying appearance was demonic in the eyes of his opponents. Blood flowed down his cheeks, and the muscles in his body bulged out in the firelight, like the body of a hideous demon.

Many thugs were torn in half by his bare hands! Tons of corpse fragments were torn apart and discarded like garbage. Blood splattered onto the walls and body, staining a radius of tens of meters around him...... On the wall, on the floor, on the body, on the ceiling. It was as if he was dancing a demonic dance in a rain of blood, and the town became a slaughterhouse or his amusement park.

Emotions of terror spread throughout the town.

He broke straight through the wall, lifted a huge iron beam weighing a ton of iron, and smashed the leader of the mob and several thugs who were buried with him into a pulp of flesh in their faces and eyes, which were distorted and deformed by incomparable fear!

This battle alone easily eradicated the thugs' nest at one time. After this, he created a silver mask for himself to cover his face.

He became famous.

All of a sudden, countless refugees from all directions, who had lost their homes, and the slaves he had freed from the town, knelt down in front of him.

Then, the thunderous shouts of the mountains accompanied the crowd around him, shouting and cheering! All the people lifted him up in the air, carrying his body behind them like a conveyor belt. The slaves forgot about his "ugly" face and stared at him with their mouths wide open, looking at his face as if they were looking at the face of the most beautiful angel in the world, with tears in their eyes.

Eventually, he was put on a makeshift platform made of flowers and plants, scrap tires, etc. When he was carried up by the crowd, he could see the faces of everyone under him, the faces of those who looked up! There was an expression of joy and excitement on his face.

He also wanted to smile at the crowd, but that was not possible.

From his horrible face, it was impossible for others to see him smiling, because the muscles on his face could not tremble even if it was not stained with those stains and bloodstains. Smile, maybe only in his heart.

He was covered in blood and flesh, but he gladly accepted the worship of the crowd, and his heart beat wildly in the earth-shattering shouts, and the wild and passionate emotions infected him. This made him faintly have some thoughts in his heart!

It didn't take long for him to take out the biggest mob leader in the area - and his immediate boss! And take its place.

Everyone called him "God of War".

Anyway, he couldn't remember his real name. Later, he gave himself the title of "Faceless God of War".

At this moment, he lay on the cold ground, and even forgot the name......

……

The next day, in the castle of the Faceless God of War.

The bored iron-clawed tiger was wandering in the castle, and he looked east and west, this emperor's castle was so huge, it made him feel that his life was in vain!

He was amazed by the myriad of novelties—those that had been excavated from the ruins of a former civilization. He was like a countryman who had just come out of an underground refugee camp, and he was thrilled to see everything.

These things are absolutely not visible to him in the barren western region!

"Hey! What the hell is this!? He asked a maid curiously.

A juicer in the kitchen can make him excited! He watched curiously as the maids operated the thing. The fruit is thrown in, and after a while it becomes juice! On the walls, there is an intercom, and if you talk to it, it will be heard by the other servants, wherever you are in the castle!

How amazing! What a novelty! ……

“……”

It's full of things he's never seen before!

But there was one place he did not dare to go to—the maids told him that outside those balconies was forbidden ground, that no one else was allowed to approach, and that only the emperor could go there.

At this moment, he happened to wander to the entrance of a huge balcony, and outside was an open space like a tarmac.

After just one glance, he suddenly remembered the warnings of the maids. The warning worked, and he paused for a moment, then began to turn and walk back, still muttering something.

"What are you doing here?" A cold voice rang out.

Ironclaw Tiger was taken aback, and jerked his head to see the Faceless God of War standing in front of him. He saw that the mask on the emperor's face had changed—the strange bird's head mask he had brought!

"Uh, nothing, I'm just walking around your castle...... Yes! Did you put it on? It's such a fit! It's a perfect mask for you! ”

"Uh-huh, let's go!" The Faceless God of War didn't pay any attention to his compliment, and just waved his hand in a gesture.

"Huh? What do you say? Where to go? "The second monk of the Iron Claw Tiger was confused, and he didn't understand what this emperor meant.

"Follow me!" He still said coldly.

"Oh! Yes, yes! Understand, I'll go wherever you say I'm going......" He didn't dare to say anything, so he could only follow.

After passing through the porches, he followed the emperor to a richly decorated hall, where several people were already waiting. Those were the four bosses under the Faceless God of War - hearts, spades, squares, and clubs.

"Master, the people from the Ten Thousand Heavens Federation have just come, and they are here to inform the alliance meeting in a few days!" Said a dark-skinned man with a large white plum mark on his neck.