Food Wars Expert Starting from Kengan Baki

"Bang...Bang..."

Just when everyone was hesitating and didn't dare to go deeper, they saw a giant who was four meters tall and looked like a medieval knight, who pushed away the soldiers blocking his way without any hesitation.

Holding a chainsaw sword, he walked into the dark red corridor. Not long after he walked, the stickiness under his feet seemed to attract the knight's attention. When he was about to lower his head to check, he heard a sound of breaking air above his head.

"Bah!"

The knight, who was well prepared, swung his sword in his backhand and instantly cut off a slimy tentacle, which fell to the ground, emitting a foul smell.

The next moment, as if a hornet's nest had been disturbed, hundreds of Slaanesh followers, whose parts of their bodies had been mutated, came towards the knight with deformed arms and strange heads.

But the following scene was like a medieval knight hunting serfs. The red-armored knight used his skilled sword skills to slaughter this group of believers who looked like monsters, like a hot knife cutting butter.

Half a quarter of an hour later, silence returned to the depths of the bar, until a new soldier approached the corridor cautiously. The smell of blood that rushed towards him almost made him vomit into his helmet.

The corridor was filled with half a foot deep of pulped flesh and body parts, which, after being trampled during the battle, had turned into meat paste and were flowing freely.

". Ugh... Captain... that... adult... ugh... who is he...? The cultists inside... have already been... purged... by him... ugh."

Holding back his dry heaves, the soldier informed the situation and reported it to the new lieutenant in charge of the team.

"Okay, go and vomit for a while. The new army has only been established for less than a month, and they said they would let the veterans lead them for training. It's really troublesome. Fortunately, we have the Sun Knights to keep things in place."

The captain looked at the majestic red knight walking away with envy, then pointed at the remaining recruits and cursed:

"Look at you... your character! You can only bully this bunch of trash! Why don't you escort them to the starch synthesis factory in the west of the city!"

There is no way, because now in the World Tree Legion, out of a total of three million soldiers, two-thirds are new recruits, leaving less than one million, who are at least veterans who have participated in suppressing mob rebellions.

It is also worth mentioning that Chen Tianqiao asked Garuda to specifically study the Devil's Well, which is the core energy cabin of the Sun King, and extracted the Devil Fruit factor mixed with his own blood from it.

The so-called Sun Knights are super soldiers created using this factor. They are generally 3.5 meters tall and have a strength of five tons.

Each person is equivalent to a low-end Titan body. In extreme environments, they only need to bask in the sun, drink water and eat soil to survive.

And after testing, they have been found to have extraordinary resistance, immunity to the call of evil gods, and their loyalty to the source of their bloodline is locked.

In addition to these, those who want to inject this genetic medicine renamed as Sun Factor must have a strong physique. Only the most elite part of the World Tree Legion are qualified.

(If it’s called the Devil Factor, you know it’s not a good thing just by the name.)

In the extremely filthy sewers in the south of the city, there are nothing but slime fungal spores wrapped around cockroaches and half-melted rats. But in this environment, there is a group of people who hold a mysterious ceremony.

“..Gudong..Gudong…”

On the faintly glowing fungal carpet, there was a constant gurgling sound of bubbles coming out of a grimy cauldron. A thick, dark green soup that looked like snot and pus was coming out.

"Great Sage!! Is the gift ready? I can't wait any longer!"

"That's right, that's right!! Look at the kids around me, they're almost crying out of greed!"

"Slow down! Don't rush! Don't cut in line! Everyone gets a share!"

"........."

A group of people who looked like refugees, with disheveled hair and wrapped in rags, all surrounded the big pot, looking impatient, but strangely no one took the initiative to grab the food.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

"Stop arguing, we still have one last step to go. Remember, after finishing this meal, we still have to complete the task given to us by our loving father."

The bald man with a crooked nose and slanted eyes named Great Sage knocked on the cauldron with a wooden spoon to get everyone to be quiet, then rubbed out a handful of black mud from his armpits and crotch with his hands.

After taking a sniff, maybe thinking it was strong enough, he added it directly to the pot and stirred it vigorously in front of everyone.

"Alright! The soup is tasty! One bowl per person! Don't drink too much!"

Having said that, this group of refugees seemed like crazy. Each of them took his own broken bowl, scooped pus from the pot and poured it into his mouth.

Those who can't get any food will try their best to squeeze in. The weak ones will either be pushed to the ground, or if they step on the fungal mat, they will be knocked into the pot and become part of the food shared by everyone.

Suddenly, one of the girls' rags was torn, revealing a body that seemed to be covered with puffy breasts. Every time there was a collision, a green liquid would explode, and countless insects could be seen contained in it.

"Drink! Drink!! Let's all become messengers of the loving Father! Drink this bowl of thick soup! All of us are brothers!!!"

The sage with bald head was originally a prodigal son who was addicted to gambling. After becoming a beggar, one winter night, he could not bear it any longer and prayed to all the gods in the sky. In the end, only his kind father responded to him!

He also gave him a body that would never get sick and energy that would never get tired. In order to express his gratitude, he spontaneously formed the Church of Life, looking for those who could not survive in the slums and spreading the gospel of the loving Father.

But the new decree disrupted his plans. He originally wanted to nibble away at the city step by step, but he unexpectedly faced a purge by the new army. Everyone was fed, but had to be forced to work in factories.

"Damn it!! As long as my corrupt army is formed! Then no one on this planet will be able to stop me!"

However, just as the great sage was fantasizing, the manhole cover above the sewer was suddenly opened, and a metal object the size of a basketball was thrown from it.

"The takeaways you ordered are here! Sun Knight! Bringing you warmth!"

PS: If you think this paragraph is too harsh, I will try to correct it in the following chapters.

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Chapter 315 Clone Corps

"boom!"

Endless flames suddenly erupted from the metal ball, like the fire of red lotus, burning all filth, causing the Life Cult, which had been preparing for a long time, to perish before it could even accomplish its mission.

After the temperature of the sewer dropped, the construction machinery that had been waiting came forward and dug up the concrete floor. Fully armed Sun Knights jumped into the ashes below, then searched for survivors and killed them completely.

At this moment, tens of thousands of violent terrorists have gathered in Sindra Central Century Square. Due to their large number and the weapons they are armed with, even the Public Security Bureau does not dare to act rashly.

As night fell, hundreds of huge bonfires were set up in the square, and the surrounding metal spears were filled with heads that had been chopped off when the societies were annexed. It looked both primitive and terrifying.

"Born to destroy! With an insatiable appetite for blood, we are its gluttonous incarnations, rewarded for our brutality! Carrying out the Blood God's fury!"

Standing at the highest point of the Astartes statue, the butcher with scars all over his body and a bloodthirsty face raised his bloodstained mace and roared loudly! !

"I! Angola Blood Hand! Now declare the start of the great war! Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull to the Skull Throne!!"

Instantly, tens of thousands of thugs roared in anger and shouted loudly: "Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skulls to the Skull Throne!!"

Fortunately, the citizens who had realized that something was wrong had already returned home and closed their doors. Only some fearless spectators were watching the fun and some even went so far as to broadcast the incident live on the Internet.

It was not until the perpetrators took off their heads and hung them on the flagpole that they stared with their eyes wide open, as if regretting why they had not left earlier, as this was a dangerous place.

"Power!! I feel the power!!"

A sturdy man who killed three security guards with a boning knife seemed to feel the surging power in his body. He was so excited that he couldn't control himself. Finally, he couldn't help but cut off the head of his companion with a single blow.

As the first group of thugs became much stronger after receiving the power, the stone houses and concrete buildings were simply unable to stop the destruction of the bloodthirsty beasts.

"Kill the thugs!!"

Following a dull shout, shield walls more than three meters high appeared at the end of each street and steadily advanced towards the center of the square.

Along with this, there were twenty aerial gunships in the night sky, operating high-intensity spotlights and responsible for perimeter surveillance.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Accompanied by sporadic gunshots, the shield formation stood still, squeezing the thugs' living space step by step.

"The Governor has ordered that no one should be left alive! The Governor has ordered that no one should be left alive!"

The bloody words circled and repeated in the air, severely undermining the morale of the thugs. Only those who had seen the blood would ignore the annoying voice.

Clang! Facing Gao Zhenbo's sword cutting their flesh, the thugs' desperate charge seemed like a joke. They were like water bags filled with hot blood, being pierced by the rushing knights.

The square formation advanced on the ground covered with minced meat, and engineering vehicles followed to collect the corpses and clean up the mess. Everything seemed so orderly.

In the high tower of Sindra's central city, Chen Tianqiao sat on a swivel chair, checking the progress of the riot suppression in various cities.

"My lord, the leader of the riot has been killed. Do you need to check the head?" The beautiful Wei Yang stood at the door with a metal square box at her feet.

"No need to look at it, it's just a civilian who got some power. Is everything almost resolved?"

After saying that, he asked Wei Yang to sit anywhere she wanted, then stood up and handed her a document about correcting the demon factor into gene seed.

"Well, under the leadership of Big Brother, the major cities of Yggdrasil have been suppressed. What should we do with the officials who were captured and participated in the riots?"

"Kill! Deal with the body as usual. Don't waste any resources."

Hearing the order from her master, Wei Yang's face was not surprised at all. She didn't understand why these guys, who obviously lived better than ordinary people, would still participate in such a deadly activity.

"Wei Yang, I have already figured out the situation regarding the corruption of the four gods in the subspace. This new plan is the key. As long as some time passes, we will be able to take the initiative to attack the surrounding galaxies."

The Warp is the abode of the Chaos Gods and a strange and dark parallel dimension of the material universe. There are no physical laws here, and everything is made up of the emotions and thought energy of intelligent creatures in the real world.

In the eyes of the devil, human souls are like glowing leeks. If they are just one or two, they are not very noticeable. But when tens or hundreds of billions of them gather together, even if the devil is born with blocked five senses, he can still find them by smell.

The Sky-Repairing Project utilizes the subspace information black hole created when the Sun Knights gather in large numbers to obscure the soul fluctuations in that range.

Unless the four gods come to check it out personally, it would be like a rat pulling a turtle for ordinary demons to know where to start.

"But my lord, there is a key problem in your plan. It is not easy to select knights. There are 1.4 billion people on the planet, but only less than 10,000 knights can be selected. As for the follow-up..."

Wei Yang's pretty face showed discomfort, but she was not trying to pour cold water on the matter.

Most people say it's one in ten thousand, but in our case it's one in a million, which eliminates the possibility of mass production at the source.

"I have already considered the problem you mentioned. In addition to encouraging childbirth, I will let Garuda establish a gene bank to produce clone soldiers. They may not reach the level of true knights, but at least they can serve as a firewall."

In the following days, the Yuktrashil gene bank was established, and a large number of assembly line cloning factories appeared, which increased the number of troops under Chen Tianqiao by 10 million.

And the army was formed by clones and officially renamed "Sky", which means the first line of defense to protect mankind.

The Kodora galaxy, including Yggdrasil, has a star, three gas planets, and two resource planets. The resources are relatively abundant, and it has also attracted the attention of a group of demons.

That is the Dark Eldar. Speaking of the Dark Eldar, we have to mention its predecessor, the Eldar.

The Eldar, also known as the Aeldari, are one of the oldest races in the galaxy, possessing very advanced science and technology, and a highly developed psychic civilization.

The former Eldar Empire was known as the Empire of Tens of Millions of Stars, spanning the entire galaxy.

But thousands of years of war, disaster—particularly a devastating, painful, and entirely avoidable disaster—have decimated their population.

The Dark Eldar, also known as the Dukali, or the Black Sprouts, are an evil, extremely dark and heavy race of Eldar who are heavily obsessed with BDSM.

They continue the decadent and extravagant lifestyle of the ancient Eldar Empire, and their lovely traditional culture includes flesh carvings, fancy rap, multiple drug abuse, etc.

In order to obtain enough slaves, their fleets would set out from the dark city of Comoros to carry out interstellar slave-plundering activities.

And Yggdrasil is one of their sheepfolds, and they come here to purchase goods every once in a while.

Chapter 316: The Eldar "Black Bean Sprouts"

Three months later, in the Kodora galaxy, a wave unique to the subspace flashed by, and a group of unknown shadows appeared in the deep space of the universe.

Although only a few months have passed since the new policy was implemented, the effect is obvious. Not only has the gloomy atmosphere of the central city been completely renewed, but the efficiency of various administrative procedures has increased by more than several times.

Now everything seems to be thriving, and the good days that everyone has been looking forward to seem to be coming soon.

"Boom! Boom!"

A huge explosion was heard as the building collapsed. The sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds. The screaming and terrified crowd recognized that it was the Dark Eldar's Nightfall generator.

Because they don't like sunlight, every time they land on a planet, they block out the sunlight they hate.

At this moment, several Raiders, anti-gravity aircraft that look like steel sharks, were patrolling over Sindra, shooting and killing humans fleeing on the ground as if they were hunting.

The Marauder is a Dark Eldar version of a troop carrier (a versatile iron box), which is extremely fast and equipped with small light spears and sharp blade fins, as well as a serrated keel to tear through everything in its path.

It is mainly used for transportation and can quickly deliver ten Black Bean Sprout warriors to key locations on the battlefield, but it has basically no protective measures of its own, so it can easily be blown up in mid-air if not driven carefully.

(Dark Eldar use black bean sprouts as a synonym)

It could also be used to transport captured prisoners - tied to the ship with iron chains, or simply hung outside the ship with iron hooks to act as a human shield.

"Strange? According to the usual procedure, these slaves would have come out to greet me long ago? Are they bolder now?"

Before he could react, he saw a beam of light quickly passing over the troop transport ship. The next second, the bodies of more than a dozen soldiers on the ship were torn apart.

"Report to the Archon, the slaves in the cages attacked our people! The attackers are very fast..."

"boom!"

The "plunderer" without any protective measures was instantly blown up by a burst of light cannon, and the remaining soldiers abandoned their vehicles and jumped to the ground to kill ordinary humans they saw.