Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

The Dungeon, an abandoned project of the haunted house at the Newnan City Fairgrounds, is now used to imprison "sinners."

Liu Tingbao was lying on the cold and dry ground. A fat rat was crawling on him, squeaking, looking for a place to bite him.

Seeing that the rat had crawled to Liu Tingbao's neck and was about to break his skin with the sharp teeth and claws that all rodents have, Liu Tingbao suddenly sat up and quickly threw the rat off his body.

click!

Liu Tingbao sat up and found a black shadow flashing in front of him. He reached out and grabbed it subconsciously, and the flying mouse was caught by the five fingers like iron clamps.

The mouse did not move in Liu Tingbao's hand. The moment Liu Tingbao grabbed it, the internal pressure of its body was increased by the external force, and its fragile internal organs were all ruptured.

When Liu Tingbao woke up, he felt hot all over. With a puzzled look on his face, he threw away the dead mouse in his hand, stood up and began to observe his surroundings.

"What's wrong with me? Where am I?"

Located in a European medieval-style dungeon, the rotten iron bars trapped Liu Tingbao in a dark and narrow space. Outside the bars was a cylindrical space with more than a dozen cells surrounding its edge.

About ten meters away from Liu Tingbao, a white electric lamp lay in the central open space, emitting a faint light.

Liu Tingbao's clothes were soaked with sweat, and he had a high fever while he was unconscious. Fortunately, it was winter and the dungeon was cold enough, so his brain managed to hold on.

"Is anyone there? Hello?! You bastards!!"

Liu Tingbao recalled what happened before he fell into a coma, and angrily walked to the iron bars where he was imprisoned, grabbed the bars and cursed at the outside world. There was no other light source in the entire dungeon, but Liu Tingbao could still see everything clearly. There was no one in the other cells, and there were no patrolling personnel in the dungeon.

"Grass, wood?"

Liu Tingbao suddenly looked at the iron bars in front of him in shock. This thing was covered with a layer of lacquer and was made of wood inside. Perhaps he could escape from the cell.

The thick and wide wood looked very sturdy. Liu Tingbao looked around on the ground but found no tools he could use. In frustration, he kicked hard at the wooden fence that imprisoned him.

Bang! ! Click!

The seemingly solid wooden fence shattered directly, and Liu Tingbao's feet were stuck between several wooden boards.

Liu Tingbao, with a look of joy on his face, thought in his heart that it was a shoddy project. His mind was not clear enough and he did not realize that his own strength and five senses had undergone extraordinary changes.

Liu Tingbao, who felt that he could escape from the dungeon, broke the wooden fence with three punches and two kicks, and the sound echoed in the dark dungeon. In the chapel above the dungeon, Marshall closed his eyes and lay on a huge stone chair with a smile on his face.

The Asian captives brought by the believers were really successful. The power of "God" blood is so overbearing.

"One person tells ten people, ten people tell a hundred people, I am destined to be the king of the new world!!"

Marshall shouted in his heart that his army of believers was about to increase by one more person, reaching a number of forty. Even if the Asian captive did not want to join them, he could not resist the whispers of "God" and could only surrender under the stone seat in the end!

Thinking of this, Marshall raised his hand and knocked on the wall behind the stone seat, and the entire church suddenly echoed with a low roar.

“Hurgh—!”

"Come up! Believer!! Ahahahahaha!"

Marshall stood up with a laugh. There was no one else in the temple. He was completely immersed in the pleasure of conquering others, even if it was with the help of external forces.

Liu Tingbao, who was still wandering in the dungeon looking for an exit, suddenly felt his whole body stiffen, and a fear from deep in his heart completely enveloped him.

The air around him was vibrating, and a sound came into Liu Tingbao's ears, similar to a strange beast roar, but Liu Tingbao could understand its meaning.

It was declaring its status and questioning whether Liu Tingbao would surrender.

Although his body was stiffened by the threat and Liu Tingbao had a bad temper and didn't know who to talk to, he couldn't help but retort to the air:

"I'm convinced!!!"

Boom! ! ! !

Something seemed to have happened above the dungeon. Liu Tingbao felt a vibration, and the fear that enveloped him just disappeared. He quickened his pace and continued to look for a way out to the outside world.

Marshall, who was sitting on the stone chair, was startled by the vibration coming from behind the wall. He didn't understand why "God" suddenly became furious. Was it because his action of knocking on the stone wall just now made God feel offended?

Marshall immediately stood up from the stone chair and said to the creature behind the wall in a panic:

"God! Do you need a new sacrifice?! I will prepare it for you right away! Please don't be angry anymore!"

The thing behind the wall seemed to have caught the key words and actually became quiet.

'Fuck God, idiot.'

Marshall cursed in his heart, no one knew the origin of God better than him, and he took advantage of its existence and power to establish the church.

The creaking sound of a wooden door came from the haunted house passage leading to the temple, and Marshall felt the vibration behind the stone chair again. He didn't understand why this guy became agitated again, as he had just calmed down.

The matter of the sacrifice could not be delayed any longer, so Marshall walked towards the passage of the haunted house. He wanted to present the sacrifice immediately to appease the "God".

God's Chosen Ceremony? Of course this is fake. Who will pass the God's Chosen Ceremony is 50% determined by Marshall.

The sound in the passage should have been made by the Asian captives. Marshall was sure that the other party had found a way to leave the dungeon because as long as he closed his eyes, he could clearly hear the heartbeats of his fellow captives in the dark.

Marshall quickened his pace and soon saw Liu Tingbao who was looking for a way out in the dark passage of the haunted house.

"My brother, believer in God, where are you going?"

Marshall, who had no idea of ​​the situation, thought that the same tactics that had always worked for believers in the past would also work on Liu Tingbao. He gently greeted Liu Tingbao, who had survived the "God's Choice", just like he had greeted those believers who had accepted the "God's Choice" in the past.

Liu Tingbao turned around in surprise. Not knowing the way out, he didn't expect to be discovered so quickly, and it seemed that the other party had recognized the wrong person.

What shocked Liu Tingbao was that Marshall maintained his gentle tone and expression even after seeing his face, as if Liu Tingbao was really his half-brother.

Liu Tingbao stopped where he was. Even though the lights were dim, he could still see the pistol on Marshall's waist, and the other party was staring into his eyes.

The two looked at each other in the dark, and Liu Tingbao was sure that the other party could see his appearance. Although he didn't know where the current night vision ability came from, Liu Tingbao was sure that Marshall had this ability.

Marshall slowly walked towards Liu Tingbao. Liu Tingbao stood there, not knowing how to resist. The passage was now a slightly long straight line. Once the other party opened fire, he would have nowhere to hide. Liu Tingbao decided to stay where he was and close the distance between him and Marshall. At worst, he would fight to the death.

"Don't be nervous, man. This is what happens when you are chosen by God. Haven't you noticed the changes in yourself? Touch your nose, man. God has returned to you everything you lost."

Marshall walked up to Liu Tingbao, his tone still gentle and soft. Seeing that his movements were steady, Liu Tingbao did not act rashly for the time being.

The black man's words confused Liu Tingbao. He didn't understand what he was doing, but when the other party mentioned his injury, Liu Tingbao subconsciously looked down.

“Fuck!!!!”

Liu Tingbao was shocked. He didn't know when his lost nose had grown back! If Marshall hadn't reminded him, he really wouldn't have noticed it! He had lost it for a long time!

Liu Tingbao reached out and touched his face. The touch and the sour feeling of his nasal cavity being squeezed made him sure that his precious nose had really grown back!

"What...just happened?" Liu Tingbao said to himself in disbelief.

Marshall laughed and patted Liu Tingbao on the shoulder. He said to Liu Tingbao, "We are all chosen by God. How about it, brother? How do you feel now?"

Liu Tingbao was certainly not fooled by such lies as being chosen by God, but he felt very strange now. How did this evil cult manage to regenerate people's severed limbs? Or was he given some hallucinogens by the cult? Was it all an illusion?

Liu Tingbao suddenly raised his hand and punched the wall of the passage. The pain at the tip of his fist made him realize that all this was not an illusion.

But what did Marshall seem to have misunderstood? Brothers? Believers? Liu Tingbao was not brainwashed into accepting becoming one of them. What was Marshall thinking?

Liu Tingbao decided to act rationally first. He coughed dryly and imitated the way those men in black coats spoke: "Marshall...Bishop, I want to leave here and get some fresh air outside. Can you give me directions?"

Marshall was relieved when he heard Liu Tingbao call himself a bishop. All the believers in the past were disabled people admitted to the amusement park. This Asian was chosen by God as a captive. Even if "God" was born to suppress believers, there was no guarantee that the other party would still have the heart to resist.

"What is your name, Believer?"

"Liu Tingbao."

"Believer treasure?"

"No, no, no, Liu is my last name."

"Okay Liu, I'll take you out. We'll be brothers from now on. I hope you can fulfill your mission and bring those lambs..."

Marshall took Liu Tingbao and walked in the corridor. After turning a few corners, they arrived at the door of the haunted house.

The sky outside was already dark, and it gets dark very early in winter. Marshall couldn't wait to ask Liu Tingbao about the information about the Tianming Army.

This time, Liu Tingbao saw the situation clearly. He did not hesitate to tell Marshall the approximate number and equipment of the Tianming Army. As for other information, he refused to tell Marshall unless Marshall asked.

The two men with ulterior motives maintained a tacit understanding, but Liu Tingbao took advantage because Marshall, a stupid black man who didn't know how to adapt, had already trusted him a little.

"Liu, these Lambs are numerous and well-equipped. So how do we destroy them?"

Marshall, a man without strategic awareness and tactical qualities, chose to ask Liu Tingbao directly.

This time, Liu Tingbao hesitated and did not answer.

A look of doubt immediately appeared on Marshall's face, and his hand slowly reached for his waist.

"Cuckoo~"

Liu Tingbao's stomach suddenly made a sound. Taking advantage of this situation, Liu Tingbao rubbed his stomach and pretended to think. After a moment, he replied to Marshall:

"It's difficult. I can't give you an answer. If we fight head-on, we will pay a heavy price."

"Excuse me, the man who cut off my nose is their leader. Perhaps we can set up ambushes on their roads like we did before I came here, and slowly consume their manpower."

After saying this, Liu Tingbao showed a painful and hideous expression on his face. He was recalling the feeling of despair and pain when Zhang Qiang cut off his nose.

Marshall's suspicion of Liu Tingbao immediately disappeared. There was no way the expression of this new believer could be fake.

In addition, he knew that Liu Tingbao was hungry. People who had just experienced God's selection needed a lot of food to replenish their physical strength. Perhaps the hesitation just now was just because this Asian believer was thinking seriously.

"Liu, I'll take you to dinner. We own the entire city of Newnan. We have everything you need."

Marshall pretended to be friendly and said to Liu Tingbao.

Marshall fully agreed with Liu Tingbao's suggestion of an ambush. The plan to ambush Green Bee was also a plan that Marshall had been thinking about day and night.

Liu Tingbao's suggestion was consistent with Marshall's, which made Marshall smile proudly. He felt that his wisdom was recognized by the other party.