After becoming a god on earth, I always want to lie down

The British capital is already a living hell.

It was another gloomy and gray day, but no one was cursing the weather.

The drizzle of light rain passes through the projection of the altar, carrying the smoke and dust of nuclear radiation, and falls on the ruins of the city. This ruins was one of the most prosperous cities in the world just a few hours ago.

Just now, a nuclear bomb exploded, mushroom-shaped clouds rose, houses were razed to the ground, trees withered instantly, and ashes were everywhere. People who are still on the surface are instantly "vaporized", and any living creature is instantly turned into withered bones.

The survivors hid in the air-raid shelters and heard a huge vibration on the ground. They all knew what it was, but they could only cry silently. Confusion, despair, and crazy emotions permeated all the air-raid shelters.

However, the explosion of the nuclear bomb is not the end. Even the most powerful weapon on earth and the most powerful crystallization of human technology cannot stop the altar projection from continuing to harvest human lives.

The translucent lines in the sky seem to exist in another space. The nuclear bomb explosion only affects this world and has nothing to do with the altar in another space.

At the same time as the nuclear bomb exploded, the scattered bits and pieces from the altar were not affected and continued to penetrate the soil to reach the air-raid shelter and fall on people.

At first, people fell into a trance, and then their expressions turned to longing and joy, with a serene smile on their lips. Their skin gradually dried up, turned green-brown, and turned into mummies.

People who are not awakened cannot see this subtle light, and awakened people avoid these lights. However, these stars are everywhere, where can they hide?

The capital, which was closest to the altar, suffered misfortune first, and other surrounding cities gradually fell.

Countless people knelt on the ground to pray for God's mercy, and countless people knelt to beg the evil god for forgiveness.

At this moment, many people in the world understood the power of evil gods. They once regarded Vader's Divine Punishment organization as whimsical cultists, a group of ignorant and blind brainwashed people led by a madman.

Now people know the true existence of the evil god and realize the tip of the iceberg of his power.

Humanity has never been so afraid. A sword of Damocles stands on the neck of all mankind.

Britain's southernmost seaside city, Hampton.

In an ordinary apartment, the Pattons held their 4-year-old daughter Christine in their arms and silently looked at the TV screen that had turned black.

They had just seen the horrific scene of the altar sucking human life from the live broadcast, and also saw the scene of the nuclear bomb exploding in the capital.

"Mom, Dad, is the movie over? Why is the TV dark?" Kristen asked curiously.

The father was silent for a moment and answered his daughter in a low and gentle voice: "Yes, the movie is over."

Mom silently walked to the window, looked at the sky and cried silently.

The father carried his daughter to his wife, kissed his wife, and then kissed his daughter's furry curly hair.

This family of three hugged each other in front of the window, waiting for death to knock on the door.

Suddenly, the altar flickered in the sky. The young couple who were hugging each other and crying did not pay attention. Instead, the ignorant Kristen pointed to the sky curiously and asked in a childish voice: "Mom, Dad, that thing in the sky seems to be moving!"

The Bartons raised their heads in horror, thinking that this horrific sacrifice had spread here.

Just in time to see the projection in the sky flicker again, as if the TV signal was unstable, suddenly disconnected, and suddenly connected again.

Almost everyone in Britain saw this scene, those who were quietly waiting for death in front of the window, those who had not fallen into hallucinations in the underground air-raid shelters and were still watching the live broadcast, and those who gathered in front of the TV around the world.

The moment the altar flickered, people in Westminster, Kensington, Lambeth... in more than a dozen cities around the capital, who had fallen into beautiful hallucinations, suddenly woke up, as if their dreams were suddenly interrupted by a sudden noise. After being confused for a while, I suddenly realized that I had just almost died silently, and my face turned pale.

After their fears were over, a question arose in their minds: What happened to the altar? Could it be that the nuclear bomb has taken effect?

The altar flickered violently again. A blurry shadow seemed to flash through the distortion of light and shadow, like a disharmonious picture inserted into a film. It flashed by and was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.

But countless organizations and experts around the world are analyzing and studying the live broadcast, official, corporate, and private, and they have intercepted this different image.

……

Acre country, Washington, Hexagon.

The world's top experts intercepted the sudden flash of images, and the results came out quickly. The experts looked at each other, printed them out immediately, and sent the research and detection results to the President's Office.

The President of Akkar opened his old and cloudy eyes, and the pictures and information in his hand were still burning with the heat of the printer.

He raised his head and said to the official standing in the office: "It seems... we are going to start that plan..."

……

Somewhere in the capital of Xia Kingdom, there is a strict underground military center.

There were no empty seats in the huge venue. Everyone present was wearing military uniforms and had solemn expressions. They were all top-notch generals in the military system.

The large screen was divided into several small screens, showing live broadcasts from various parts of Britain. The largest screen showed the scene after the nuclear explosion in the British capital.

This unprecedented disaster has weighed heavily on everyone's minds; this time it's Britain, but what about next time? Could it be Xia Guo? If Xia Guo faces this disaster, can he survive it? Do they have a solution?

Suddenly, the live broadcast screen flickered, and everyone saw this scene. In just a few minutes, the analysis department placed the results on the table of a stern-faced admiral in the chair.

The altar projection in the live broadcast still flickers.

The admiral quickly read the information, with an expression of surprise and worry on his face. He waved his hand: "Put the results on the big screen..."

.........

In the Kingdom of Britain, there is a secret military base underground in a certain city.

Chief of Defense Staff Tony Carter looked at the big screen expressionlessly as a helicopter flew over the city of Britain. In the live broadcast, the former Britain was in ruins and devastated.

The plane even passed directly through the projection of the altar. The damn altar remained motionless, as if nothing that happened to the earth could shake its figure.

This proves that his act of launching nuclear bombs was completely in vain and only killed nearly nine million innocent people in the British capital.

It would be fine if Britain perished because of the altar, but if it is lucky enough to survive this time, Chief of Defense Staff Tony Carter will be a sinner for the ages.

Suddenly, the altar flickered, and Tony Carter's hands trembled violently. He lost his composure for the first time and shouted loudly: "Quick! Quick! Analyze! Is the nuclear bomb working? Is the altar going to collapse?" "

He couldn't even sit in his seat and wait. He went straight to the combat analysis department and stared at the analysts' computer screens.

Tony Carter's gray hair was a little messy and his breathing was rapid. Analyst Daniel Quint, who was sitting next to the computer, could clearly hear his heart beating violently.

The analysis results finally appeared on the screen. It was a blurry and distorted shadow that could not be distinguished and captured by the naked eye. After analysis and restoration with scientific instruments, they finally saw clearly what it was.

The upper part of the picture is a boundless desert, and there are unknown stars in the sky. If an astronomer analyzes it, he will know that this place is definitely not the earth.

The right part of the picture is a piece of blue-black stone, carved with patterns and shining with blood-red luster - anyone familiar with altars can tell that this is a physical altar.

From the perspective of the altar, there is a vague figure not far away.

The blurred figure was enlarged and further made clear through various high-tech means, and a familiar figure appeared.

That was a figure that almost everyone in the world knew.

The man was suspended in mid-air, his slender figure crumbling.

Her face was sickly pale, and the blood on her forehead was stuck to her hair, and was stained with gravel and dust.

She stretched out her hands with all her strength, like swinging an invisible giant blade, and struck a blue-black altar.

That's Yang Yi.