Foreword:

[When you die, I will fly here.]

[——George Herbert Walker Bush]

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[Part 1·The Mark of Shame]

On the northwest side of the RSH outpost, there is a Goubuli steamed stuffed bun shop. It has a long history and can almost be traced back to the Su Aizong era. It is a precious gift from the motherland to the Soviet underground development cause.

Yes, you heard it right, this bun shop is a very [precious] gift.

Because in the underground world, the food, clothing, housing and transportation necessary for people's livelihood are all vital industries to underground cities.

In freezing places like the North, Chinese cooks know how to deal with the essence of disaster beasts, preserve the heat in the kitchen, and make good food with a very long shelf life.

However, after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, Russia also abandoned this outpost of the kingdom of death. Today, it has become a military station on the Stairway to Heaven.

King Xin’s staff officer is named Cliff Guderian.

He is a Germanic man with beautiful black hair and red skin that makes him look like a handsome devil crawling out of hell——

——People in Stairway to Heaven respect him very much, because he once "added fire" to King Xin, and this red skin is the imprint of his soul left in the process of "adding fire".

Just like the literal meaning of the word "adding fire".

When the king of firewood becomes the sun, but there is not enough fuel to maintain light and heat, it is necessary for firewood to contribute its essence and become part of the sun's energy source.

This is also another form of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult [All things are unified].

Nowadays, Cliff can no longer be called firewood. People on the Stairway to Heaven regard him as ashes and the guide of the King of Firewood.

Bad news reached the command post of Stairway to Heaven. The headless corpse located in the central square of RSH was transported back to the military station.

Cliff's expression was extremely bad. He asked his men to reduce the scope of their patrol so as not to bleed in vain and lose precious elemental energy.

He rubbed his black hair, tidied it up, swept away the dust and black ash on his face, and asked the soldiers to hide the carts carrying the corpses and send them to the kitchen to use as alternative meat for the military rations.

Quality is also elemental quality, and we cannot let our comrades die inexplicably.

He shook off the dirt from his uniform and tidied up his appearance, fearing that these corpses would be seen by King Xin and that his nervous and ugly appearance would be exposed in front of King Xin.

Immediately afterwards - he walked into the public restaurant of Baozi Pu. He walked to the second to last row of the large canteen and wanted to report the bad news to King Xin.

"Your Majesty King Xin..."

Before Cliff could finish speaking——

——The King of Xin interrupted his flattery and honorifics.

"Did I live five hundred years ago? Why do you call me Your Majesty?"

It was a man with a thin face and seemingly malnourished appearance.

His body was covered with dark cloth strips, only his mouth, nose and eyes were exposed, while the rest of the body was covered by black graphite fibers.

No hats, rings or other jewelry.

No sticks, logs or carry-on backpacks.

He had almost nothing except a silver flute.

King Xin said: "Sit down."

Cliff swallowed his saliva and sat nervously opposite King Xin.

King Xin continued: "If you have bad news, just tell me directly. I won't blame you. I don't have any requirements for you, and you don't have to follow me."

Cliff whispered: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xin Wang - we have encountered some small troubles."

"Let's just talk about the results." King Xin is a straightforward person and doesn't want to waste words with these fanatical fans.

Cliff: "Six soldiers died, all frogman sentries."

King Xin: "Who did it? How did he die?"

Cliff: "They were shot. The shrapnel and shell casings were not found, and the type of ammunition was unknown. The logs and combat records on them, personnel identification cards, and military flags were all missing."

Xinwang: “Did a local from RSH do it?”

Cliff: "I don't know. We have a verbal agreement with these Soviets. They give us half the city's public facilities. We help them kill giants - this is unreasonable."

King Xin: "That was done by the passengers of the Abyss Railway."

At this point, Cliff suddenly clenched his fists and his voice became louder.

"Why?! These ungrateful guys! Why do they want to kill our people?"

"Is this weird?" King Xin's mood was as usual: "We are [carnivores] - Cliff, if you go to a strange place to collect intelligence, will you calmly talk to the local indigenous people? Aren't you going to eat them directly?

Remove their spiritual essence and use these memories for your own use."

Cliff: "Is it because we eat people?"

King Xin: "Of course. If you think about it from the perspective of Homo sapiens, we have a sworn enemy with the people of the Abyss Railway. We are the natural enemies of Homo sapiens."

"I don't understand, Mr. Xinwang - I have held fire-adding ceremonies for other Xinwang. But I still don't understand." Cliff pursed his lips, with a look of resentment in his eyes: "We collect the essence, we light the sun

, we create a land full of life in the underground world, they should come to help us! Not kill us!"

King Xin: "That makes sense."

Cliff: "These stupid, incompetent, cowardly bastards should kneel down in front of the strong man, and the king of salary will ascend to the throne of God to release his divine power. And these bastards live in this kind of sunshine, don't they feel it?

Are you ashamed?"

King Xin: "Yeah."

Cliff became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke: "Their eating efficiency is low, and the way of collecting essence is so primitive and barbaric. They have to come up with all kinds of strange reasons and excuses, but they can't do without the theme of money.

If you ask me, it would be better to swallow it in one gulp and be more straightforward. Mr. King Xin, you must agree with my point of view, right?"

King Xin: "Yeah."

Cliff got the approval of the salary king and was as happy as a primary school student who was praised.

"I'll just say it, I'll just say it! The only value of these imbeciles is to become food in your belly and fuel for the sun..."

"Cliff." Xinwang interrupted Cliff's self-pleasure: "Back to reality."

Cliff apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry...Your Excellency Xinwang..."

King Xin shook his head: "As I said at the beginning, I will not blame you, nor will I have any expectations for you, nor will I make any demands on the people on Stairway to Heaven."

Cliff became panicked, as if their connection with the salary king was about to be broken.

"No, no, no... don't - Your Excellency King Xin, we came to this place because of you... My attack team, my giant hybrid warriors, are the intelligence provided by Peter Sergei. We

We just made an appointment to come here to seize the giant's essence! Why are you so cold? Are you really ready to become the sun? We have known each other for so long, and I still don't know your name...I...

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"The sun has no name." King Xin said calmly: "The sun never cares about anyone. The sun will take care of the spine of the poor and the palace of the rich. It will not blame anyone for doing something wrong. It will not ask for anything.

It doesn’t care who has to do what, whether someone hates it, loves it, praises it, or insults it.”

Cliff was hesitant, and when he heard King Xin's words, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

King Xin is calm and has a cold attitude.

"You want to worship the sun, perform rituals and magic, gain fame or wealth, or think that you are superior to others. In fact, just like people, they also engage in photovoltaic power generation. In my opinion, you all get what you need."

These words almost shattered Cliff's faith.

King Xin continued.

"I've made it clear. I've made it clear from the beginning, Cliff - I will not feel sad or angry for your dead warriors. Bring them up in their bodies and I will eat them."

Cliff only felt fear, even if he made Wang Xin too angry, another Xin Wang chatted happily with him and was a like-minded friend, but the thinking of the Xin Wang in front of him was so weird, even he, an ogre,

It's hard to fathom.

Cliff was about to greet the cook and prepare a feast of human flesh for King Xin.

At this time, King Xin was talking to his staff about other matters.

"Cliff."

"Do you have anything else to tell me?"

"Look at my back for me."

Immediately afterwards, Xin Wang peeled off the graphite fiber cloth tape, exposing part of the scapula and trapezius muscles.

Cliff stepped forward to take a closer look, his face solemn——

——The same physical signs as other salary kings.

King Xin's epidermis has dried up, and his long-term habit of cannibalism has made these elements look like ghosts, turning into mini faces on his skin, as if they were possessed by ghosts.

There is a gold and red paint scar on the shoulder blade near the neck, like a mark of enslaving a demon.
To be continued...