Abnormal Doomsday Records

Chapter 21 21. Spartacus Wasteland Edition Preface

"Although I don't quite understand what happened, it's actually pretty good right now, don't you think, Ajie? Damn it, don't eat it! That's the last meal before execution. It's really unlucky to eat so much food!"

Zhou Ke was lying on a luxurious leather sofa, holding a glass of amber wine that exuded a rich aroma.

He had tasted it just now. It was a genuine aged wine, similar to a blend of whiskey and other alcoholic beverages. And this ridiculously decorated room made him feel as if he had returned to the good old days.

If there were a few more pretty girls with half their clothes exposed, it would be perfect.

This wonderful feeling continued until Zhou Ke saw Ajie lying on the dining table and grabbing various pastries, meats and fruits from the plate and eating them vigorously.

This guy seemed to have some kind of magical talent that always allowed people to break free from their fantasies in a second.

"That was my 'last meal', and you ruined it like this?"

He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, strode to the sumptuous dining table, tore off a chicken leg, hesitated for a moment, and then stuffed it into his mouth with his eyes closed.

There was a reason for Zhou Ke's hesitation.

After all, if you see a charming roast chicken with six wings in front of you, you will hesitate, but think about it on the bright side, people who love chicken wings are in luck now.

"I don't know what the old psychic saw in me that made him so excited that he almost lost his breath."

While tasting the wasteland delicacies, Zhou Ke wondered:
"But I don't even have psychic talent, how could I be a sacrifice to the end? Wait! Could he have seen what I saw that night?
What the hell!

It's really possible!
That strange illusion is obviously related to the mysterious psychic power, but what do the black sun, the brilliant light corona, and the quiet nebula mean? Can a good psychic master explain it to me?
Just because I'm going to be sent to the arena and chopped off soon."

As he complained like this, he quickly finished a chicken leg, picked up a piece of pastry similar to shachima and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he glanced at the messy dining table made by Ajie, and was surprised to see a bunch of purple grapes.

This is the first time Zhou Ke has seen fruit in the evil land since he traveled through time!
Ajie, this Zhu Bajie, just swallowed the ginseng fruit without knowing the good stuff. Maybe it was because he had never seen grapes before. In any case, Zhou Ke gave up other food and took the bunch of grapes in his hand.

I stood up and put grapes into my mouth while walking. To be honest, the taste was very ordinary. It was definitely the "hard work" of genetic technology.

But in this terrible environment of the Badlands, it’s already pretty good to have fruit to eat. Why do you need a bicycle?
He strolled to the door of the small room, listened carefully, and soon heard people arguing outside. Zhou Ke spit the grape skins on the ground in a very uncivilized manner, then took out a metal mask and put it on his face to enhance his perception so that he could eavesdrop on the conversation outside.

"How is it possible? The Tiger King is unwilling to attend in person? This is the perfect sacrifice! He must kill it personally and offer it to the End in order to quell all disasters! I want to see him! Let me go, I want to see Wu Qinhu!
He must listen to me, he must do it himself! Only in this way can I please the End."

This was the voice of the crazy old psychic. He was obviously controlled by the Tiger State warriors. Then a helpless bass voice sounded, saying:

"Mr. Merck, please don't embarrass us, the Tiger King is meeting with distinguished guests right now, he won't see you, and the Tiger King said that every time you hold a festival, you claim that offering sacrifices can calm the end of the disaster, but you have held it for so many years and it's useless!

You can't ask the Tiger King to agree to such unreasonable requests again. Lord Wu Qinhu is so noble, how can he show up in public and play in person?

We have already assigned a powerful biochemical warrior to fight the opening battle, and we will definitely offer that sacrifice to the end."

This was a gentle persuasion, but the other party just didn't listen.

The old psychic's voice became increasingly shrill, and he cursed:

"You are blaspheming the God of Destruction! Damn it, how can such an impious action win us amnesty? You are all crazy! You can't even endure the trials of more than 30 years. There is no thought of atonement in your hearts. All you have is petty violence and power.

Curse you!

How did the fucking Tiger Nation become like this! I want to curse you on behalf of the God of the End!
You scum who indulge in violence will die in violence!"

"That's enough! What are you guys waiting for? Didn't you see that old Merck is sick again? Why don't you send him back to the medical room?"

The bass cursed, and soon the old psionicist's screams and roars echoed in the noise:
"Let me go! I have done meritorious service for the Tiger Nation, I have shed blood for the Tiger King! I want to see Wu Qinhu! Let me go! Let me go see that little brat who has no respect for tradition and faith! I will give him a good slap in the face."

"Hurry up and shut his mouth! Zhuo, this is terrible. With so many psionicists in Castle End, why did they have to let this confused old lunatic come?

unlucky! "

The bass was obviously startled, and then complained again. A few seconds later, another voice sounded, persuading:
"Well, sir, old Merck is the mentor of most of the psionicists in Castle End. If he wants to come, can the apprentice stop him? Besides, Mr. Merck has not been ill in these years. I think what he said this time might be true."

"Have you become stupid from chanting sutras? Just use those supernatural things to deceive others, but don't deceive yourself, okay? Look at this damn world. If there is a god who created all this, he is just an evil god who deserves to go to hell.

Is the offering inside?
I want to go in and talk to him, open the door!"

When the sound of the chain echoed, Zhou Ke immediately took off his mask and walked back to the sofa with a few graceful moonwalks.

The moment the door was opened, what the Tiger King's attendant officer saw was a guy lying on the sofa in a very lazy posture, throwing grapes into his mouth, and there were grape skins all over the floor.

"Damn it, this wastelander has no manners! We'll have to send someone to clean this house that's only used once every three years."

The attendant cursed, then raised his head, looked Zhou Ke up and down, and said:

"In two hours, the opening match of the End of the World Festival will begin. According to the rules, as a sacrifice, you can put forward some conditions, and we will try our best to meet them. According to the experience of those cowards in the past, I should find a few women for you. So, do you want women with good figures? Or sexy ones?"

"Wow, this can be customized. It seems that Hubang's humanistic care for the unfortunate people who are about to die is really heartwarming."

Zhou Ke rolled his eyes and said:
"I really admire those seniors who have stayed in this room and can still get hard before dying. But I'm not interested in them. Let's change to another one."

"what?"

Your Excellency has obviously misunderstood.

He looked at Zhou Ke again, focusing on his handsome face, and sighed:

"Okay, then I'll find you some strong men."

"Zhao! Why can't you explain it clearly?"

It was rare for Zhou Ke to find himself in such an awkward situation, but since it was a matter of XP he had to explain it clearly, so he threw the half handful of grapes in his hand to the follower in front of him, who raised his hand to take it.

Even though he was the Tiger King's communications attendant in Castle End, a high position of power, he couldn't eat this kind of fresh fruit every day.

The environment of the Badlands determines that this thing is an absolute luxury.

"What I mean is, in terms of other conditions, I am very satisfied with the environment of this 'morgue' and do not need anything else. I also have my own weapons that are easy to use and do not need to be replaced."

Zhou Ke picked up the handkerchief on the table and wiped his fingers, then said to the follower in front of him:

"So, can I specify my opponent?"

"Ok?"

The follower who picked a grape and put it into his mouth was stunned for a moment. He looked at Zhou Ke in surprise and said:

“No one has made such a request before, but in theory it is possible. But don’t tell me that you plan to invite the Tiger King to execute you.

Impossible, you haven't reached that level yet.

At least he should be an ascender."

"If one must die, everyone hopes that their death will be glorious and worthwhile. If the Tiger King cannot condescend to me, then who else in this End Castle can grant me a glorious death?"

Zhou Ke asked:

"I heard that there is a senior officer named 'Biao' under the Tiger King?"

"Yes, the six tigers are the Tiger King's most trusted brothers and sisters, but the six masters are in high positions and are very busy every day, so they don't have time to execute you."

The follower rolled his eyes and threw a few more grapes to himself. Perhaps for the sake of the bunch of grapes, he suppressed his impatience and explained patiently: "However, the Valkyries are very happy to stretch their hands and feet before the carnival night begins. Anyway, they will have fun with the gladiators later. Before fighting one against a hundred in bed, breaking their necks to help with the fun is quite a nice enjoyment. Do you want me to recommend a Valkyrie to you?
I have a pretty good relationship with them and know who is the best at "Kung Fu" among them.

How about calling her over first, so that you can have a 'battle' here, and then go to the festival to have a real fight?"

"Why do you Tiger Nation people always think in a vulgar way when you use your brain? Can you be more serious?"

Zhou Ke rubbed his forehead helplessly, as if he was very troubled by the question of who would execute him. After a few seconds, he suddenly raised his head, showing an "idea king" expression, and said:

"I have a great idea. I'm going to appoint the flat-headed guy who manages Fighter Street as my executioner!"

"Who?"

The attendant affairs officer was confused.

He had never heard of the name "Flat-Headed Brother". To a "big shot" like him, a guy who managed the camp outside was just a small shot who could be killed at will.

I've never heard of it being normal.

"You can ask him. The fighters all know him. Look, isn't this 'tattoo' on my neck handsome?"

Zhou Ke pointed to the barcode on his neck and said:
"This is the 'decoration' he left for me. I am a man of my words. Since I said I would thank him, I will give him wealth now. Speaking of which, being the executioner and killing the sacrifice at the festival should be very prestigious in the Tiger Country, right?
So, can you fulfill this last request of my life?
Please, I beg you. "

"Okay, wait. Someone will take you to the festival site in two hours. I advise you not to have any bad thoughts. Some idiots tried to escape in the chaos before, but they ended up in a terrible way."

The attendant smiled, carried out of the room with only one-third of the grapes left, threw the thing to the guard at the door, gave a few instructions, and turned and left.

Zhou Ke’s strange request was a bit troublesome for him, but it was just a trouble. After all, finding a small person would only take him a little more time.

As the door of the "morgue" closed again, Zhou Ke breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood up and walked to the window of the room, looking down from a height of at least the 60th floor.

A psychic storm had just blown across this land a few days ago, making today's weather unexpectedly good. From this high point, Zhou Ke could even see the border of this rusty, barren land. Who knew what kind of monsters and secrets existed beyond that dark horizon.

But he knew he would not die here, he would continue walking until the end of the world.

"Ajie, be good for a while, follow those people down, and then find Moni."

Zhou Ke turned around and said something to Ajie. Of course, the other party didn't understand, but Zhou Ke had a way to communicate with him. He took out a silver lighter and shook it in front of Ajie, pointing at it and said:

"Find the owner of this thing. You've seen him before! Find the guy with the long black hair. I'll meet you guys after I'm done."

Ajie tilted his head, chewed the chicken bone in his mouth, and nodded.

Zhou Ke walked to the corner of the room and turned on the gramophone that was used as a decoration. It was really hard for the people of Tiger Country to find such a classic item in this doomsday era.

It's a pity that there is only one copy of the record and the music played was music Zhou Ke had never heard of. It was quite sad, as if it was describing the pain and longing for losing a loved one.

To be honest, playing this kind of song at this time is really unlucky. Isn't there an old saying that goes, "If a woman sings, a man will die"?
But it's okay.

When listening to songs, it's all about the mood. He returned to the window amid the singing, looked at the gray sky above his head, tried to clear his mind, and prepared himself for a bloody battle.

But a few minutes later, Zhou Ke suddenly blinked.

He saw several strange aircraft that looked like helicopters but had no propellers hovering over Fort End, and then descended to the highest platform of Tiger's Nest under some kind of guidance. Then, after a few minutes, those aircraft would take off again and fly to the north.

Zhou Ke observed for nearly ten minutes and found that the movements of these aircraft were quite regular.

This should be some kind of special transportation service with the city-state area. Perhaps the members of the Tiger State are picking up some guests from the city-state area to participate in the ceremony. After all, the follower just told the old psychic that the Tiger King was receiving guests.

"Well, please forgive us stinky reptiles for crawling on the ground for too long and forgetting to look up at the sky all the time."

Zhou Ke said something very poetic. He turned around and said to Ajie who was still "cleaning up the battlefield":
"It seems that if we are lucky, we don't have to go through the dirty and smelly sewers. Well, Plumbi, I like it! Wuneng, can you fly a plane?"

"From gliders to shuttles, as long as there is a data interface, this machine can take over! It has 175 different flight strategies built in, and over a million hours of flight data to feed the professional navigation AI! Experienced drivers, don't worry when you get on my car.

'Never roll over' is my motto!"

"Very good, I like your shameless boasting, so I'll leave it to you tonight."
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"In the name of the end of all things, let the sacrifice ceremony begin now!"

Amid the neurotic and shrill cheers, shrill and enthusiastic cheers rang out in the super-large arena specially prepared for the festival on the first floor of the Tiger's Nest in the middle.

Don't expect the festivals of the Badlands era to be too classic. A professional stadium, an audience seat that can accommodate 10,000 people, and a Badlands DJ that is powerful and harsh enough will be enough.

When Zhou Ke walked out of the elevator, he immediately smelled the stench in this damn arena that must have not been cleaned for many years.

I don’t know how many wastelanders died here, nor do I know how much resentment and tragedy this place carries. But if ghosts really exist in this world, the concentration of resentment in this ghost place before our eyes would probably be enough to breed a "peerless ghost king".

He was quite calm and did not get stage fright even though the circular auditorium around him was filled with Tiger Bang members who were dressed up in all kinds of weird ways. Compared with the extremely exciting parties he had attended in his previous life, the small scene before him was just a gentle one.

The only difference is that I used to sit in the VIP seats, and this is the first time I participate in the competition as a "monkey trainer".

He walked into the arena in front of him with a leisurely pace, fully armed with a rifle on his back. His figure was immediately projected on the large screens on all sides that had obviously poor contact. For some reason, bursts of meaningless and noisy cheers rang out around him, making Zhou Ke feel as if he had returned to the ancient times and became one of the gladiators who were forced to fight lions and tigers to please the nobles.

I learned that text when I was a child. It was called "Spartacus".

Although he had long forgotten the content of the text, Zhou Ke felt that the scene before him was no different from the Colosseum thousands of years ago.

So he waved his hand in a camera-like manner, greeting the packed auditorium. The Tiger State members had witnessed many End of Days celebrations, but those opening battles were boring. The frightened wimps sometimes couldn't even pick up their weapons before being killed by the Tiger State soldiers. There was no passion at all except for appreciating the brutal executions.

But this time it’s different. The guy in front of me, dressed strangely, is obviously a man who knows how to deal with things!

With Zhou Ke's repeated greetings, the atmosphere on the scene would soon become heated up. The biochemical warriors of the Bad Land cheered and roared, looking forward to what kind of visual feast this unfortunate bastard could bring them.

"Don't worry, audience, you will soon see the fiery frenzy that Zhou Ke will bring. Tonight, not just me, but everyone will fight for their lives. It will be a world-class fight with the entire Castle of the End as the venue. It will definitely be exciting!"

He walked to the center of the Colosseum, whispering in his heart.

Then he raised his head and looked at the "VIP rooms" separated from the audience seats. They were sealed rooms half-suspended in the air. God knew who was sitting in them. Perhaps they were big shots from the city-state area, or perhaps they were well-known "legends" in the Badlands.

At this moment, they must be expecting to watch the wonderful performance that Zhou Ke will give them with his life with expectant smiles, just as Zhou Ke is looking forward to what kind of acting skills these "big shots" will show to please him in tonight's crazy night.

Things are changing.

Finally, when Zhou Ke looked ahead, he saw the Flathead Brother from a few days ago. The latter was also fully armed, holding a machete that the biochemical warriors loved most.

He recognized Zhou Ke at a glance, and finally understood why he was suddenly called from his post to the Tiger's Nest, and was inexplicably chosen as the executioner of the opening match to represent the Tiger State in offering a sacrifice for the end.

He once thought that his luck had turned, but he didn't expect that it was this "little cutie" in front of him who had fought for him and brought him this opportunity.

"Hi, Flathead."

Zhou Ke reached into his pocket and took out a red mask that only he could see, stroked his neck, spread his hands in a familiar manner, and said to the guy with the flat head and sunglasses who was obviously a little "stage frightened" for participating in such a big event for the first time:

"Remember what I said before? I really like the tattoo you gave me. I was planning to 'thank' you in a few hours, but I suddenly changed my mind.

come on!

Kill me for whatever reason you like, for the sake of Tiger Country, glory or death! In whatever way you like. "

(End of this chapter)