At a very young age, Armstrong began to think about life and the world, and he always believed that the world should not be like this.

"What the hell are we?" He asked his elders.

"We are the Protoss."

"And what are they?" Armstrong gestured to the ruined city in the distance.

"This is the promised land of the Protoss, and sinners want to touch here, the holy city of Salem can only be controlled by our Protoss, they are killing themselves." The elder said.

Armstrong looked at this ruined "Promised Land", he didn't understand why people were fighting each other like this, he heard that an alien war had broken out in Ami Boston, why did this group of stupid people who had no energy only care about this little profit in front of them?

Even for the sake of this petty profit, they actually killed countless civilians, and even killed countless international heroes who came to their aid, and the secretary general of the League of Nations needed to physically block them in front of them to be able to stop this persecution.

For the first time, he felt that all the "Protoss" were doing wrong, and at the age of only 6, he began to think about the world with a savior mentality.

This is not how the world should be.

He found two bodies in the rubble, that was the appearance of an older sister desperately trying to block the bullet for her brother with her body, but the younger brother in her arms was also dead, how could the flesh and blood block the bullet?

He picks up the bloody doll bear, and once again, he thinks about the world as a savior.

It shouldn't be like this.

He thought that the war would end, that everything would return to normal, and that the world would finally return to what it should be.

However, one day, he suddenly found that his parents had changed, his elders had changed, and they began to feel like strangers one by one, and even emitted a foul smell from their bodies.

And that time, he pierced this layer of window paper, and then the whole world changed.

Almost everyone turned into monsters, and the demon swept through the city, and he looked at the elder who had taught him, the elder who said that the Holy City would always be a god, and fled like a lost dog to the plane to Ami.

"Isn't the holy city ours? Why should we run away? Armstrong, who was only 7 years old, asked.

"Only with fate can we have a chance to make a comeback, and we Protoss will never admit defeat, even if we face no matter how much suffering we face." The elder said sternly, but he fled into the plane in a gloomy manner.

The world wasn't supposed to be like this.

Armstrong understood that they were just changing places and sucking other people's blood to feed themselves.

But why can't you call back? Rather, to suck someone else's blood?

Armstrong is well versed in the history of the Protoss, and despite their best efforts to whitewash it, it is full of bereaved dogs.

This time, are they still going to be lost dogs, sucking the blood of another place like leeches here?

"Why can't we kill it back? If we kill all these enemies and leave not one of them, won't we have the Holy City in the open? Armstrong pointed to the demon-infested holy city below.

"Because...... Because ......" the elders were speechless.

"There's no reason why we Protoss disdain these filthy demon battles." He glared at Armstrong viciously.

Armstrong looked at him and didn't speak.

He's had enough of this ungasping race, and even has the urge to throw them into the refinery to become soap.

The war is far from over, and no one would have thought that the war between humans and aliens would be so protracted, and the war for fifty years has hardly stopped for a moment.

Everyone lives in this terrible world, rotten, rotten, this constant war, the war with the demons, non-stop, as if it is a hand that is desperately choking your throat, all the time.

He's now a Wall Street financial mogul, a member of the House of Representatives, he thought.

Perhaps, I have the power to change this terrible world.

The Protoss who lay on Ami's body to suck blood secretly developed a spaceship to escape to outer space, they thought that it was impossible for humans to win this war, so far they have lost more and won less, and the territory of mankind has been eroded little by little, as for the watcher? What can be used in a real large-scale war?

They named the spacecraft "Helicarrier" and planned to build a mobile biosphere-class spacecraft capable of flying to outer space, which would ensure that they would be able to find new, habitable planets.

Then, Armstrong used his power to seize power, instantly halted the Helicarrier program, and turned all funding and support to the War Weapons program.

He believes that killing back is everything.

However, the fiasco......

It was all over, and Armstrong couldn't believe that this would be the result as he watched all the warships and planes in the whole world turn into fireballs.

Why is this the case?

It's just a demon king on the other side, and it's not even the most desperate demon god in humans, why is this the result?

Decades of pursuit vanished in an instant, and he may have realized why the war had lasted for so many years, because ......

Can't win at all!

Can't win!

But at this moment, a mouse-like creature came up to him, stretched out his hand, and said, "Let's change the world, shall we?" ”

"Change?"

"The world shouldn't be like this." The rat-like man said, "But we have the power, we have the support of the Pleasure Demon God, and the Rule Demon God has signed a contract with us, and the Demon God doesn't care which side of the ants wins, we can use them." ”

The man said, looking at the sky, as if he saw the hope of the world: "We can use this method to save the ball." ”

Curve save?

It was the first time he had heard of such an evil plan.

"Well, there may be only one answer......" He stood up, as if he had found hope, hope to truly change the world.

People who have lived in war since childhood, if they have the opportunity to end the war, no matter how small the chance, even if they are desperate, they will want to seize that opportunity.

He used his plan to obtain transcendence through alien cells to get enough support, because those old immortal Protoss wanted to live and live forever, even if they were only in wheelchairs, salivating with their mouths full of water, and incontinent.

Then he will give them eternal life!

Study the alien cells, study the demon god cells, and, study the cells of the subspace man......

Even if countless people died in it? It doesn't matter, it's a necessary sacrifice to end the war.

His research on immortality has been supported by more and more wealthy people and high-ranking people, and he has become the real Earth Emperor of District 1, because only he has immortal cells in his hands, and he can truly make people immortal.

Those high-level Protoss people who have survived from the extreme camp to the present are the proof of his immortal cells, and all this is for the arrival of a new era.

The man-made demon god was also successfully made, and he looked at this perfect masterpiece of his own.

And then......

He pushed all the Protoss into the flesh and blood furnace of the artificial demon god, because these people, basically filled with alien serum, are the best fuel.

Since then, there have been no more Protoss in the world, and the last 120,000 Protoss in District 1 have all been wiped out little by little and thrown into the flesh and blood furnace, and when they were studied from the Immortal Cell, Armstrong gave them such an ending.

Because they have all become the fuel of the new era at the moment, and they have dedicated their torch to the birth of the new era.

This is a necessary sacrifice to end the war!

Under the man-made demon god, the whole world will tremble, this is the power of the alien demon, this is the insurmountable power of mankind, this war will end by him, and he will create a new era.

In the new era, everyone is equal, regardless of race, high or low, let alone gods and sinners.

This is his dream, to end the war and create a new era, no matter how many people are sacrificed, no matter what the cost, it is for the arrival of a new era.

……

It was as if he had lost consciousness, he was in the cockpit, torn apart, and he was also unconscious.

"Am I dead?" He thought.

It should be.

In order to end the war, to give everything for the new era, perhaps, people will remember themselves, right?

Would it?

On the day after the end of the war, perhaps some children will read their own character books, and then think that there was also a person who fought with his life to end the war, right?

"Smack!"

Something smashed into his face, slimy and smelly.

Armstrong opened his eyes to the bustling street, and what had just smashed in his face was a rotten, expired burger.

This is......

He watched it all in silence.

Didn't die yourself?

"It's noon, execute immediately!" Someone yelled.

Armstrong felt himself being dragged and rested his head on a guillotine, and when he looked up, he saw the guillotine that Louis XVI had remodeled.

It turned out to be the guillotine of Louis XVI.

Wait, guillotine?

"Click!"

The knife fell, and the head of the deputy president of the House of Representatives rolled down.

There were even good deeds who picked up a baguette and dipped it in his blood and ate it with relish.

Even better people gave chest compressions and heart pacing to his headless corpse, and gave him artificial respiration first aid on his skull.

Everyone applauded, and they began to make today a brand new holiday, called New Thanksgiving.

On this day, a blood-like ketchup is dipped on the bread, which they call blood bread.

……

On the way to hell, Armstrong walks the dead.

"Did I do everything wrong?" He muttered, even if he killed the whole clan and tried his best to save this spoiled world, but was he still wrong?

"No, you're the best." A guy with a mustache on his mouth patted him on the shoulder, and his right hand was stretched out and raised in a 45-degree salute, which was the highest etiquette for him.

"Who?"

"An art student who didn't make the list, but I'm a writer now, and my book is called 'The Legend of Xi Yu'." The mustache took out a book and said, "I have removed most of the dirt, but I have kept a little bit of it, just so that others can taste the taste of the original soup and the original food." ”

……

Zone 1, after everything is over.

"Oh, where are my soap factory workers?" Hashishu came to Base 51, which is the place to study the artificial demon god, but there is no one here at this time.

Everything was abandoned, and the demons stared at everyone as if they were staring at death.

Isn't it said that there are still a lot of talking soaps? Why are they all aliens now? The soap factory in his helicarrier is still short of workers.

"Not only that, but there are also countless people at the top of the party who have become aliens, including the current vice president, which is really wild." The president of the Lexington Church came to the side of Qiao Shuya and said.

"According to statistics, there are 324 people in the House of Representatives, of which 108 have become demons, 89 in the Senate, 36 have become demons, and 1,453 in the Congress, 233 have become demons......"

"Ahh......h

And now that the man-made demon god is out of control, those things have erupted collectively, which has turned so many people into alien demons.

The militia began to clean up and sweep the entire laboratory, and even if it was just for this kind of work, they were all wearing thick chemical protective suits, and there was no way, no one could guarantee that there was anything strange in it.

And the entire 1st district, to be honest, is not chaotic, even if Washington is like this, but what should the governments of other states do, each state seems to be completely independent, and it is not a bird to the White House at all.

Even champagne is still being opened in New York.

"Do you want to be the new president?" The president of the Lexington Society said to Hashishua.

"Huh?" Qiao Shuya is full of question marks.

"In the online polls, you are far ahead in the votes, and all the people in District 1 want you to become the new president, I think it's really happy, do you really want to be the president of District 1 and make District 1 great again!"

"Forget it, but a friend of mine might be interested in the location." Qiao Shuya waved his hand, the friend he was talking about was the Dreadlord, that guy had always wanted to be a human high-level, wanted to be a real human.

This world is really strange, the alien demon wants to live a peaceful life, and is even willing to be a dog for humans, or he is incognito in human society and does not want to return to subspace. And human beings desperately want the power of alien demons, and even want to turn themselves into alien demons.

This is really ridiculous, is there such a two-way rush?

Because only someone else's is good, right?

Qiao Shuya looked at the entire 1st District, and now the whole world is cleaning up the newly born demons on a large scale, there are too many things.

"By the way, the man-made demon god is still alive, I kept it, and I'm going to use that thing to give the astringent mother god a blow." The clown grinned.

(End of chapter)