Future Humans Were Truly Miserable!

The horrific war continues!

What happened next horrified them even more.

Stepping on the falling artillery fire, the soldiers surged out of the trenches like a tidal wave. Under the Tyranid Swarm' frenzied offensive, they risked their lives to delay their advance, but they still could not stop this massive, tsunami-like, relentless onslaught!

Even if they weren't physically present on the battlefield, the atmosphere of despair was like an invisible hand gripping their hearts and stealing the air from their bodies!

They held their breath, unable to suppress their inner cheers and encouragement for those who were also human!

The reason is simple: they are all human!

Throughout history, humanity has fought and killed one another, but at least in this moment, they all genuinely hope that humanity will win!

"Why aren't they saying anything?" Mike was shocked and confused.

These people, whether charging into battle or dying, remained utterly silent, as if in the face of death.

"Because they are the Krieg Death Korps." Alvin answered his question, "Krieg soldiers are soldiers from the moment they are born."

"From the moment of birth, he was already a soldier—what does that mean?" United Kingdom representative Arthur was bewildered.

But soon, they saw the answer.

A Krieg soldier's Gas Mask was broken, but the face that was revealed was an extremely young and innocent one, looking only fifteen or sixteen years old!

"This, this is a child?!"

Mike soon discovered that he wasn't the only one like this; many of the faces behind the Gas Mask were young and innocent.

"This is the Krieg Death Korps." A hint of sadness appeared in Alvin's eyes. "As you can see, they are all young children. Every ten years, the Krieg Death Korps provides the Imperium with a billion soldiers as tax revenue, sending them to the battlefield."

One billion!

Zhou Zhezhi; he could almost picture just how brutal the future war would be!

Even children like this are being sent to the battlefield!

This tragic and brutal battle grieved him deeply, and his lips trembled as he asked, "How long did this war continue in the future?"

"How long do you think it lasted?"

Alvin watched them calmly.

"-A hundred years?" Mike hesitated for a long time before saying what he considered a very long time.

"It's twelve thousand years."

Alvin shook his head, and amidst their horrified gazes, uttered a number that plunged them into despair. "Starting from the thirtieth millennium, the Imperium was embroiled in war, a war that extinguished humanity's hope, plunging the Imperium and humanity into an endless conflict—and now, in the forty-second millennium..."

It has lasted for a full twelve thousand years!

Even the most composed MOSS was shocked by this terrifying number.

For twelve thousand years—humanity has been in constant war. What a desperate, terrifying, tragic, and bloody future this is!

"The war you see is just a small-scale battle that will be the least significant event for humanity in the future."

Alvin gazed into the distance and said softly, "I have witnessed wars involving hundreds of billions, even trillions of humans, affecting entire star systems. But even wars of this scale are merely a microcosm of the future."

Everyone fell silent, stunned by the staggering numbers. What a horrific scene it must have been—a war that plunged trillions of humanity into chaos.

They couldn't imagine it, and it was beyond their comprehension.

But there was one thing they could understand: that humanity in the future was being trampled and slaughtered by those alien races, and was howling in despair!

As fellow human beings, they couldn't imagine what it would be like if such a war were to occur here!

"What if—I mean, what would happen if humanity lost in the future?" Arthur envisioned a terrifying outcome.

If future humans can travel to their own time and space, does that mean those terrifying Xenos can also come here?

Alvin remained silent, simply gazing at him without uttering a word.

But the more he wore that expression, the more Arthur would overthink things, and his lips even turned pale.

Clearly, the ambassadors from various countries also understood this meaning from his expression, and their faces turned extremely unpleasant.

"Humanity must unite in order to seize a glimmer of hope in a dark future."

Alvin clenched his fist and said in a deep voice, "Therefore—in the name of humanity, I summon humans from all universes to jointly form the Holy Terra Alliance Council, to fight for a glimmer of hope for humanity, to unite us under the common destiny of humankind, to resist the Xenos, and to destroy that dark future!"

These words, upon reaching the ears of Zhou Zhezhi and the others, seemed to conjure up a tragic vision of humanity's future.

The race was facing a critical moment of survival, and even its last remaining place of survival was being trampled and slaughtered by Xenos!

They must unite!

Otherwise, if humanity is defeated on the front lines against the Xenos, then their timeline will be next!

Even the most composed Zhou Zhezhi couldn't help but feel his blood rush to his head.

They are all human beings; how can they stand idly by and watch humanity in the future be bullied, trampled, and slaughtered by Xenos?

However, Zhou Zhezhi still maintained a sliver of rationality. He suppressed his rising anger and said, "Mr. Alvin, thank you for your honesty, but we need to discuss this matter further before we can give you an answer."

May I?"

I look forward to your reply.

Looking at Zhou Zhezhi, the only person here who felt familiar to Alvin, he said in a gentle tone, "This is not a threat or intimidation, but a suggestion from the human race. I hope you will consider it carefully."

The meeting has adjourned.

With heavy hearts and their own thoughts, Zhou Zhezhi and the others left one after another.

After everyone had left, MOSS, who had been silent for a long time, finally turned to Alvin and slowly said, "I have a question."

What question do you have?

Alvin raised an eyebrow and asked.

"In the future you mentioned, it seems you deliberately depict humanity's misery and insignificance, but you deliberately ignore one thing." MOSS looked directly at Alvin: "The fact that humanity has been able to fight against these powerful Xenos for twelve thousand years, doesn't that mean—"—that humanity is the greatest force in the dark future?"

Alvin paused for a moment, staring at it with interest. "How did you come to this conclusion?"

"I made a hypothesis or conjecture."

MOSS calmly said, "Among the Xenos you mentioned, I guess they've maintained a hostile relationship with humans at the same time. If humans were truly weak, their chances of survival would be almost zero. So there's only one possibility—you deliberately concealed, no, it should be that in your description, you intentionally made them believe that humans were the weaker party, right?"

"That's right, but you're not allowed to say it again."

Alvin smiled, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes, plunging MOSS into silence.

He wasn't lying, but he slightly concealed a bit of the true state of the Imperium of Man.

In the dark 40th millennium, humanity's future indeed holds only darkness and war, but other races are in no better shape!

For humanity, there are four Evil God in the Milky Way; but for many Xenos, there are Evil God, one of whom occupies the largest territory in the galaxy and, through extreme militarism, invades...

Slaughtering Xenos from all directions!

You can say that the Imperium of Man has a bloated and inefficient administration, full of useless nobles, but you can never say that the Imperium of Man is weak!

If you disagree, feel free to try.

The Imperium of Man is like a dilapidated house. If you just kick it, countless burly men will rush out and beat you up, then repair the dilapidated house!