I can't be invincible through Tokyo

Chapter 311 Louis XVI Happy Station

Armstrong began to think about life and the world when he was very young. He always believed that the world should not be like this.

"What are we?" he asked his elders.

"We are Protoss."

"Then what are they?" Armstrong pointed to the ruined city in the distance.

"This is the promised land of the Gods, but sinners want to get involved here. The holy city of Salem can only be controlled by us Gods. They are seeking their own death." The elder said.

Armstrong looked at this ruined "Promised Land". He didn't understand why people were fighting with each other like this. He heard that an alien war had broken out in Boston. Why were these people so heartless? Stupid people still only care about the little profit in front of them?

Even for this small profit, they actually killed countless civilians and even killed countless international heroes who were assisting them. The Secretary-General of the League of Nations needed to physically stand in front of them to stop this persecution. .

For the first time, he felt that what all the "gods" did was wrong. At only 6 years old, he began to think about the world with a savior's way of thinking.

The world shouldn't be like this.

He found two corpses in the ruins. They were of a sister trying desperately to use her body to block the bullets for her brother. However, the brother in her arms was also dead. How could flesh and blood be able to block the bullets?
He picked up the bloody stuffed bear, and once again, he thought about the world as a savior.

It shouldn't be like this.

He thought the war would end, everything would return to normal, and the world would eventually return to how it should be.

However, one day, he suddenly discovered that his parents had changed, and his elders had changed. Each of them began to seem like strangers, and even smelled bad.

But that time, he pierced the window paper, and then the whole world changed.

Almost everyone turned into monsters, and strange demons swept through the entire city. He looked at the elder who had taught him, the elder who said that the holy city would always be the people of the gods. He led him like a bereaved dog and fled to the plane to Ami. .

"Isn't the Holy City ours? Why should we escape?" Armstrong, who was only 7 years old, asked.

"Only with fate can we have a chance to make a comeback. We Gods will never admit defeat, no matter how hard we face." The elder said righteously, but he fled into the plane in despair.

The world is not supposed to be like this.

Armstrong understood that they were just changing places and sucking the blood of other people to raise themselves.

But why can't we call back?But to suck other people's blood?

Armstrong was familiar with the history of the Protoss. Although they tried their best to whitewash it, it was full of lost dogs.

This time, are they still going to be homeless dogs, sucking the blood of another place like leeches?
"Why can't we fight back? If we kill all these enemies until no one is left, won't we own the Holy City openly?" Armstrong pointed from the plane to the Holy City below, which was full of strange monsters.

"Because... because..." The elder was speechless.

"There is no reason why we Gods disdain these dirty demon battles." He glared at Armstrong fiercely.

Armstrong looked at him but said nothing.

He had had enough of this heartless group, and even had the urge to throw them into an oil refinery and turn them into soap.

The war is far from over. No one would have thought that the war between humans and strange demons would be so protracted. The war has lasted almost 50 years without stopping for a moment.

Everyone is living in this terrible world, it’s rotten, it’s rotten, this continuous war, the war with strange demons, doesn’t stop at all, it’s like a hand that’s strangling your throat, it doesn’t stop at all.

He was now a Wall Street tycoon and a member of the House of Representatives, he thought.

Maybe, I have the ability to change this bad world.

The protoss who are sucking blood from Ami are secretly developing a spaceship to escape into outer space. They believe that it is impossible for humans to win this war. So far, they have lost more and lost less. Humanity's territory has been eroded bit by bit. As for the Watchers?What use would it have in a real large-scale war?

They named the spacecraft "Space Carrier" and planned to build a mobile ecosystem-level spacecraft that could fly to outer space. This would ensure that they could find new, livable planets.

Then, Armstrong used his ability to seize power, instantly stopped the space carrier plan, and shifted all funds and support to the war weapons plan.

He believes that killing him back is everything.

However, it failed miserably...

Everything was over. Seeing all the warships and aircraft in the world turned into fireballs, Armstrong couldn't believe this result.

Why it came out like this?
The opponent is just a Demon King, not even the most despairing Demon God. Why is this the result?

Decades of pursuit came to nothing in an instant. He may have realized why the war has lasted for so many years, because...

Can't win at all!
Can't win!

However, at this moment, a mouse-like guy came to him, stretched out his hand, and said, "Shall we change the world?"

"Change?"

"This world shouldn't be like this." The rat-like man said, "But we have power. We have received support from the Demon God of Pleasure. At the same time, the Demon God of Rules has also signed a contract with us. The Demon Gods don't care about the ants. Whichever side wins, we can exploit 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 in a curve."

Curve save?

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

"Then, maybe the only answer is this..." He stood up, as if he had found hope, the hope to truly change the world.

People who have lived in war since childhood, if there is a chance to end the war, no matter how small the chance is, even if they risk their lives, they will want to seize that chance.

He gained enough support by using his plan to obtain extraordinary powers through alien demon cells, because even if those old and immortal Gods were just sitting in wheelchairs, drooling, and incontinent, they all wanted to live and live forever.

Then he will give them eternal life!

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

Even if countless people died among them?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-level people, and he has become the real local emperor in District 1, because only he has immortality cells in his hands and can truly make people live forever.

Those high-level members of the God clan who have survived from the Ji Zhong camp to the present are proof of his immortal cells. All of this is for the arrival of a new era.

The artificial demon was also successfully created, and he looked at his most perfect masterpiece.

then……

He pushed all the protoss people into the flesh and blood furnace of the artificial demon god, because these people were basically injected with the alien demon serum, which was the best fuel.From then on, there were no more Gods in the world. The last 1 Gods in Area 12 were all wiped out bit by bit and thrown into the furnace of flesh and blood. When the immortal cells were researched, Armstrong gave them Their ending.

Because they have all become the fuel of the new era at this moment, dedicating their firepower to the birth of the new era.

This is a necessary sacrifice to end the war!
Under the man-made demon, the whole world will tremble. This is the power of the strange demon, this is the insurmountable power of mankind. He will end this war and create a new era by him.

In the new era, everyone is equal, regardless of race, high or low, and there is no distinction between gods and sinners.

This is his dream, to end the war and create a new era. No matter how many people are sacrificed or what price is paid, it is all for the arrival of the new era.

……

He seemed to have lost consciousness. He was in the cockpit and was torn apart. His consciousness was also blurred.

"Am I dead?" he thought.

It should be.

In order to end the war and dedicate everything to the new era, maybe people will remember me, right?

will you?

On the day after the war ends, maybe some children will read their own character notes, and then they will think that there was once a person who risked his life to end the war, right?

"Snapped!"

Something hit him in the face, it was sticky and smelly.

Armstrong opened his eyes and saw a crowded street. What just hit him in the face was a rotten and expired hamburger.

This is……

He watched all this in silence.

Didn't he die?
"Noon has arrived, the execution will be carried out immediately!" someone shouted.

Armstrong felt himself being dragged, and then his head was placed on a guillotine. He raised his head and saw the guillotine modified by Louis XVI.

It turns out that it is the guillotine of Louis XVI.

Wait, guillotine?

"Crack!"

The knife fell, and the head of the Vice President of the House of Representatives rolled off.

Someone even picked up a baguette, dipped it in his blood and ate it with relish.

Even more thoughtful people performed chest compressions and cardiac pacing on his headless corpse, and also performed artificial respiration on his head.

Everyone applauded and they began to designate today as a new holiday called New Thanksgiving.

During this festival, bread is dipped in blood-like ketchup, which they call human blood bread.

……

On the road to hell, armstrong the walking dead.

"Did I do everything wrong?" He murmured. Even if he killed the entire clan and tried his best to save this degenerated world, was he still wrong?

"No, you are the best." A guy with a mustache patted his shoulder, stretched out his right hand and raised it at a 45-degree salute. This was the highest etiquette for him.

"Who?"

"I was a failed art student, but now I am a writer, and my book is called "Jiu Ji"." Mustache took out a book and said, "I removed most of the dirt, but retained I added a little bit just to let others taste the taste of the original food transformed into soup.”

……

Zone 1, after everything is over.

"Oh, where are my soap factory workers?" Qiao Shuya came to Base 51, which is where artificial demons are studied, but there was no one here at this time.

Everything was abandoned, and the strange demons looked at everyone with death-like eyes.

Isn’t it said that there are many talking soaps here?Why are they all monsters now?The soap factory in his space carrier still lacks many workers.

"Not only that, but countless people among the top leaders of the party have become strange monsters, including the current vice president. This is really too wild." The president of the Lexington Association came to Qiao Shuya and said, Speaking of.

"According to statistics, there are a total of 324 people in the House of Representatives, 108 of whom have turned into monsters. Among the 89 people in the Senate, 36 have turned into monsters. There are 1453 people in Congress, and 233 have turned into monsters..."

"Ah this..." Qiao Shuya hesitated. He suddenly felt that it was not easy for District 1 to survive until now. Almost one-third of them had turned into strange demons, although this area was not surrounded by subspace. They were eroded by strange demons, but they were all playing strange things into their bodies.

But now that the man-made demons are out of control, those things exploded collectively, turning so many people into strange demons.

The militia organization began to clean up and mop up the entire laboratory. Even if they were just doing this kind of work, they all wore thick chemical protective suits. There was no way, no one could guarantee whether there was anything weird in it.

As for the entire District 1, to be honest, there is no chaos. Even if Washington is like this, the governments of other states are still the same. Each state seems to be running completely independently and does not want to win the White House at all.

There's even champagne being popped in New York.

"Do you want to be the new president?" the president of the Lexington Association said to Qiao Shuya.

"Huh?" Qiao Shuya's head was full of questions.

"In the online polls, you are far ahead in votes. All the people in District 1 want you to become the new president. I think this is really happy. Do you really want to be the president of District 1? Let District 1 Great again!”

"Forget it, but a friend of mine may be very interested in this position." Qiao Shuya waved his hand. The friend he was talking about was the Dread Lord. That guy has always wanted to become a high-level human being. Really human.

This world is really strange. Strange demons want to live a peaceful life, and are even willing to work as dogs for humans, or live anonymously in human society without wanting to return to the subspace.And human beings desperately want the power of strange demons, and even want to turn themselves into strange demons.

This is really ridiculous. Is there such a two-way rush?
Because only other people’s is good?

Qiao Shuya looked at the entire District 1. Now the whole world is cleaning up the newly born strange demons on a large scale. There are too many of them.

"By the way, the artificial demon is still alive. I kept it and planned to use it to give the goddess of lust a hard blow." The clown said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)