The horrific war continued!
The next scene shocked them even more.
Stepping over their own fallen artillery, like a tide, the warriors who rushed out of the trenches used their lives to delay the Tyranids's frantic offensive, but still could not stop this massive, continuous assault like a tsunami!
Even if they weren't on the battlefield, the atmosphere of despair, like an invisible hand, fiercely gripped their hearts and stole their breath!
They held their breath, unable to help but cheer and root for their bastard humans in their hearts!
The reason was simple: they were all humans!
Throughout history, humans might have killed each other, but at least at this moment, they all sincerely hoped that humanity would win!
"They, why don't they speak?" Mike was very shocked, but also very confused.
These people, whether charging or dying, only maintained a deathly silence.
"Because they are the Krieg Death Korps," Emrys answered his question.
"Krieg soldiers are already soldiers from the moment they are born."
"Already soldiers from the moment they are born—what does that mean?" Arthur, the Britain representative, was bewildered.
But soon, they saw the answer.
A Krieg soldier's gas mask shattered, revealing a very young, tender face, looking only fifteen or sixteen years old!
"This, this is a child?!"
Soon, Mike discovered that it wasn't just one person; many faces under gas masks were young, tender countenances.
"This is the Krieg Death Korps," Emrys' eyes also showed a hint of sadness.
"As you can see, they are all young children. Every ten years, the Krieg Death Korps provides one billion soldiers to the Imperium as a tax, sending them to the battlefield."
One billion!
Zhou's face changed drastically; he could already imagine how cruel future wars would be!
Even children like this were sent to the battlefield!
Such a tragic and fierce battle pained him deeply, and his lips trembled as he asked, "How long did such a war last in the future?"
"How long do you think it lasted?"
Emrys watched them calmly.
"—A hundred years?" Mike hesitated for a long time, uttering what he considered a very long time.
"It was twelve thousand years."
Emrys shook his head, and in their horrified gazes, he spoke a number that made them despair.
"Starting from the 30th Millennium, the Imperium fell into war. This war cut off humanity's hope, and from then on, plunged the Imperium and humanity into endless war—until now, the 42nd Millennium, it has lasted for a full twelve thousand years!"
Even the most composed Moss was shocked by this terrifying number.
Twelve thousand years—humanity has been in war all this time. What kind of desperate, terrifying, tragic, and bloody future is this!
"The war you witnessed is merely the most insignificant small-scale battle of future humanity."
Emrys' gaze was distant as he softly said, "I once saw wars involving tens of billions, even trillions of humans, affecting entire star systems, but even wars of that scale are just a microcosm of the future."
Everyone fell silent, shaken by the exaggerated numbers. What a tragic scene would a war involving trillions of humans be?
They couldn't imagine it, and it was hard to imagine.
But there was one point they could understand: future humanity was being trampled, slaughtered, and wailing in despair by those alien.
As bastard humans, they couldn't imagine what it would be like if such a war happened here!
"If—I mean, if future humanity loses, what will happen?" Arthur foresaw a terrifying outcome.
Since future humanity could reach their current time and space, did that mean those terrifying alien could also come over?
Emrys remained silent, just looking at him quietly, without saying a word.
But the more he showed that expression, the more Arthur's thoughts ran wild, even making his lips turn pale.
Clearly, the ambassadors from various countries also deciphered this meaning from his face, and their expressions were extremely grim.
"Humanity must unite to seize a glimmer of hope in the dark future."
Emrys clenched his fist and said in a deep voice, "Therefore—in the name of humanity, I summon humans from all universe to jointly establish the Holy Terra Alliance Council, to fight for a glimmer of hope for humanity, to unite us under a shared destiny of humanity, to resist the alien, and to eliminate that dark future in every universe!"
These words, falling into the ears of Zhou and others, seemed to conjure up the tragic future of humanity.
Their race had reached its final moment of crisis, with even their last place of survival being trampled and slaughtered by the alien!
They must unite!
Otherwise, if the front line resisting the alien, future humanity, were to lose, then the next—it would be their turn in this time and space!
Even the most composed Zhou couldn't help but feel his blood surge.
As bastard humans, how could they sit idly by while future humanity was bullied, trampled, and slaughtered by the alien?
But Zhou still maintained a shred of rationality. He suppressed his surging emotions.
"Mr. Emrys, thank you very much for your honesty with us, but regarding this matter, we need to go back and discuss it before we can give you an answer. Is that acceptable?"
"I look forward to your reply."
Looking at Zhou, who was the only person Emrys felt familiar with here, his tone was very kind.
"This is not a threat, but a suggestion as a race—humanity. I hope you will consider it carefully."
The meeting ended.
Zhou and the others left, each carrying heavy hearts and their own thoughts.
After everyone had left, the long-silent Moss turned to Emrys and slowly said, "I have a question."
"What question?"
Emrys raised an eyebrow and asked.
"In the future you mentioned, it seems you deliberately depicted the tragedy and insignificance of humanity, but you deliberately overlooked one thing." Moss looked directly at Emrys.
"The fact that humanity can continuously fight against these powerful alien for twelve thousand years, does that not mean—that humanity is the greatest force in the dark future?"
Emrys paused for a moment, staring at it with interest.
"How did you come to that conclusion?"
"I made a hypothetical guess."
Moss calmly said.
"Among the alien you mentioned, I guess they are probably simultaneously hostile to humanity. If humanity were really weak, the probability of survival would be almost zero. So there is only one possibility—you deliberately concealed, no, rather, in your description, you intentionally made them believe that humanity is the weaker party, right?"
"Well said, but no more."
Emrys smiled, but his eyes flashed with a cold glint, causing Moss to fall silent.
He hadn't lied, he had just slightly concealed a tiny bit of the Imperium of Man's true situation.
In the dark 40th Millennium, humanity's future was indeed only darkness and war, but—other races weren't doing much better!
For humanity, there were Four Chaos Gods in the Milky Way Galaxy, but for many more alien, there were five Loki in the Milky Way Galaxy, one of whom—occupied the largest territory in the Milky Way, invading and slaughtering alien from all directions with extreme militarism!
You could say that the Imperium of Man's administrative efficiency was bloated, full of useless nobles, but you absolutely could not say that the Imperium of Man was weak!
If you didn't believe it, you could try.
The Imperium of Man was like a dilapidated house; if you just kicked it, countless burly men would rush out to beat you up, and then repair the dilapidated house!