Star of Civilization

He has been immersed in the petri dish for more than 400 years.

He has been in this post-catastrophe world for more than 50 years...At this time, he has changed from a young man of nearly 30 to an old man.

It's just the elderly.

Because of genetic modification or other unexplained reasons, his body's aging rate has been greatly slowed down. If anyone could see his face clearly, he would look like his 30s at best.

Time seems to have stopped on him.

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

He still retains the style and habits of a soldier, which is almost his instinctive reaction, strict discipline, clear rewards and punishments, and meticulous execution 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 repeated killings in order to survive, he established a reputation.

His powerful and terrifying combat power made his opponents terrified.

He used to be alone, single-handedly, and smashed a gang entrenched in the town with an axe!

That night, he slaughtered nearly 70 thugs. After sneaking into the heavily defended town at night, he alarmed the guards, but he didn't care. Soon, gunshots and shouts of killing sounded, and his mighty strength was revealed.

The bullet flew on his steely body, but it also made him feel pain-a three-year-old child throwing a stone at you is also very painful.

The astonished crowd fell around him like ears of wheat on the ground, falling in patches. He grabbed a gun at random, didn't even need to aim, shot at will, and when it was used up, grab another one...

Seven thugs were strung by him on a charred wooden stake, like meat skewers-he had already killed his eyes under the background of blood and flames.

His terrifying appearance looks like a demon in the eyes of his opponent. Blood ran down his cheeks, and the muscles on his body bulged 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 everywhere like trash and discarded. The blood splashed on the walls and body, staining his entire body tens of meters... the walls, the ground, the body, the ceiling. He seemed to be dancing a demon dance in a rain of blood, and the town became a slaughterhouse or his amusement park.

Horror spread across the town.

He directly broke through the wall and lifted a huge iron beam weighing a ton. In their faces and eyes that were distorted by incomparable fear, he smashed the leader of the thugs and several thugs who were buried together into mud!

Only this battle can easily get rid of the mobs' den. After that, he created a silver mask for himself, covering his face.

He became famous in the first battle.

For a time, countless refugees from all directions, who had lost their homes, and the slaves rescued from the town, all knelt before him.

Then, the thunderous shouts that shook the mountain accompanied the crowd, shouting and cheering around him. All the people lifted him high, passing his body behind them like a conveyor belt. The slaves had forgotten his "ugly" face and looked at him with their mouths open, looking at his face as if looking at the face of the most beautiful angel in the world, with tears in their eyes.

In the end, people put him on a table temporarily woven with flowers and plants and built with waste tires. When he was lifted to the top by the crowd, he could clearly see the faces of everyone under him. It was a face looking up, and his face was filled with joy and excitement.

He also wanted to smile at the crowd, but that was impossible.

From his horrible face, it is impossible for others to see him smiling, because even if his face is not stained with stains and blood, the muscles on his face cannot tremble halfway. Smile, maybe only in his heart.

He was covered in blood and scum, but he happily accepted the worship of the crowd. His heart beat wildly amidst the loud shouts, and the wild and passionate emotions infected him.

This made him have some faint thoughts in his heart.

Not long after this, he killed the biggest mob leader in the area-and his immediate boss, and replaced him.

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 down on the cold ground, forgetting the name.

...

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

The boring iron-clawed tiger was wandering in the castle. He looked around and saw that the emperor's castle was so huge that he felt that his life was in vain.

Countless novelties—things unearthed from the relics of former civilizations surprised him. He was like a countryman who had just emerged from an underground refugee camp, and he was extremely excited to see everything.

He would never see these things in the barren western region.

"Hey! What is this?" he asked a maid curiously.

A juicer in the kitchen can make him excited. He curiously watched the maids manipulate this thing. The fruit is thrown in and it becomes juice after a while. On the wall, there is an intercom device, as long as you talk to that thing, it will be heard by other servants, no matter where it is in this castle, it will be passed on.

How amazing! What a novel...

"Tsk tsk..."

Here are all things he hasn't seen before.

However, there was one place he dared not go to-the maids told him that the outside of those balconies was forbidden, and no one else was allowed to approach it. Only the emperor could go there.

At this moment, he just wandered to the entrance of a huge balcony. Outside was an open space like a tarmac~www.ltnovel.com~, after only one glance, he suddenly remembered the warning from the maids. The warning was very effective. He was shocked, then he turned around and walked back, still muttering something in his mouth.

"What are you doing here?" A cold voice sounded.

The Iron Claw Tiger was taken aback, suddenly raised his head and saw the "faceless **** of war" standing in front of him. He saw that the mask on the emperor's face was changed-it was replaced by the weird bird-head mask he had brought.

"Uh, nothing, I'm just walking around in your castle... Ah! Did you wear it? It's really suitable, this mask is really suitable for you!"

"Well-let's go." The Faceless God of War didn't pay attention to his compliments at all, just waved his hand like a gesture.

"Huh? What are you talking about? Where are you going?" Monk Tie Claw Hu Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, and didn't understand what the emperor meant.

"Follow me!" He still said coldly.

"Oh! Yes, yes! Understand, I will go wherever you say..." He didn't dare to say anything, 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 are the four leaders of the Faceless God of War-hearts, spades, squares, and clubs.

"Master, the people from the Ten Thousand Heavens Federation have just come here to inform the alliance meeting in a few days." said a strong dark-skinned man, with a huge white plum blossom mark on his neck.

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