There was a dead silence.

Constantine and Harry Potter looked at each other and smiled, and walked forward.

Their will runs through the magic web, and the people around them are inspired by the synaesthesia in the underworld, and they all take a step forward.

It's hard to describe this scene in words, millions of London residents, because of their different physical conditions, there are differences in the time and strength of leg lifting, strolling, and stomping.

brushing,

The unexpectedly harmonious and orderly footsteps were not uniform, like a tsunami of mountains and a tsunami.

Men, women, old people, children, Scots, English, Irish, Anglo-Saxons, Celts, religious believers, atheists....

All the benchmarks or standards used to divide the crowd have lost their meaning at this point, and these people in uniform have become a whole.

Sir Humphrey Upbier watched this scene happen through the screen, he only felt cold sweat on his back, and the sticky touch of the fabric on his skin made him almost mad with his always noble and elegant clothes.

He couldn't help but murmur, calling out to this name that had a dark humor in the mouth of the Bloodline, "God, ....."

In Trafalgarh Square, the people looked a little confused.

They looked at the half-melted Blood Slave officers, vaguely aware of the power they possessed, but they didn't know where it came from, let alone how to deal with such a scene.

They need a leader.

"It's the best of times, it's the worst of times;"

Konstantin stepped out of the crowd and said aloud: "This is an age of wisdom, this is an age of stupidity; It's a season of light, it's a season of darkness. ”

There was some commotion in the shadows of the crowd, which everyone knew was the words of the nineteenth-century British realist writer, Charles Dickens, in the opening chapter of A Tale of Two Cities.

"This is the spring of hope, this is the winter of disappointment;"

"There is everything in front of people, and there is nothing in front of people;"

"People are on the road to heaven, people are going to the gates of hell."

Konstantin walked to the center of the square, faced the dazed ordinary soldiers, and the British people in all directions, and said solemnly: "This is our country, our British Empire." ”

Harry Potter also stepped out, and he exhaled a cloudy breath, the warm breath like a long white dragon in the cold air.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with Konstantin, he said calmly: "Our British Empire has come from the glory of history, and it is predictable and irreversible that it is going to the sunset.

This North Sea island country has finally ushered in a period of decline, and has been affected by the development speed of decadence and decline, and various social contradictions and drawbacks can no longer be suppressed, and finally exposed.

The high-welfare society has produced decadence and degeneration; Hope can't see the top, despair can't see the bottom; There are so many different values that you can open a museum; The shocking news is endless, making people wonder if they are in the demon country....

The abundance of social welfare has paralyzed our sober minds, atrophied our strong bodies, and made us sink further into the perfect lies concocted by bureaucrats and politicians.

Mainstream values have been poisoned by the white-left ideology, and the face of history has evolved into a bottomless capitulationism, a moral posture that values emotions over truth, and plays with identity politics and group identity.

Please do not deny, my compatriots, that before the influx of Middle Eastern refugees into London caused trouble, some of you welcomed them with open arms and love. ”

Harry Potter's gaze swept over, and many people lowered their heads.

"In our Britain, you can hear the empty and boring propaganda slogans from Downing Street, who drove us away with patriotic education and a sense of responsibility, telling us that we should fight for the rise of the British Empire from an early age, as if we were the masters of the British Empire."

"But that's not the case, we're not the masters, we're not even the masters of our own destiny."

"We are just livestock, slaves, and food."

"The so-called quality education and happy education have fattened us, made us unprecedentedly lacking in our understanding of war, sneered at the great spirit of bloodshed, sacrifice, hard work, struggle, dedication, etc., and even smeared the sages and martyrs, scandalized the national heroes, and fabricated history."

"Enjoying the favorable material conditions under the high welfare society, intoxicated by the spiritual opium produced by capitalism, carefree, and fed all day long,"

Harry Potter paused, then continued, "Only in the rarest of times can a person of insight in the crowd, like me, lift his head from the quagmire of lies and see through the truth of all this. ”

"Thousands of miles away in the East Asian island country, Himaru, the people there are also raised as obese pigs, they are shocked by the terrible reality, confused and confused by their own fate, and even surrender to the dark future, holding back, just like Mahatma Gandhi used non-violent and non-cooperative methods to become otaku and otaku who are out of society, which is commonly known as Heisei waste."

"No matter how Himaru's media mouthpiece jumps out, muttering that you are poor because you don't work hard, and the Hichimaru Empire needs bloody men to build together, whipping the people again and again, trying to make the people continue to run on this road with no future in sight."

"Hichimaru is sad, greedy capitalists do everything they can to dig up the country's foundations, create high housing prices, medical care, education costs, trying to squeeze the last drop of value out of the people, and reap the last trace of profit."

"The greedy capitalists and the children of the arrogant bureaucratic family who are detached from the masses have succeeded in destroying Himaru's hopes, and the defeated Heisei generation will lay the groundwork for Himaru's decline and even demise. It is foreseeable that in the not-too-distant future, the future of Hichimaru will be lifeless and lifeless. ”

"So, what will happen to our compatriots in the British Empire, who are facing the same situation as Himaru?"

Harry Potter glanced around and handed over the right to Constantine.

"We who recognize the social reality are also insensitive, and we also try to separate ourselves from society, like larvae that form cocoons, isolating all the troubles and ridicule of the outside world."

"But, strangely, those media haven't stopped us from decadence in recent years."

"They didn't try to spur or urge us to continue to devote ourselves to intense production work, at most they just commented a few words painlessly, and casually complained about a few sentences in a night talk show to show their sense of existence."

Constantine frowned deeply, and he secretly cast his magic to spread his voice to every corner of the square and even London.

"Is this normal? The meat eaters above the temple can see the decadence of the British people. Same-sex, white left, historical nihilism, capitulationism, these ideological poisons labeled as equal human rights are eroding our brains and even more so the foundations of this country. ”

"Can't the bureaucrats in the British Empire's Houses of Parliament see it? Can't the London news media, which boast of exposing the ugly reality, see it? If this continues, the British Empire will irreversibly collapse. ”

"No, they see it, they know."

Konstantin took a deep breath, the cold night wind and the sweet blood gushing into his lungs, "This is their plot. ”

He pointed to those half-melted, candle-like blood slave officers, and said indifferently: "Why don't these blood clans dare to expose their existence? ”

"Because they're afraid."

"They clearly know that the Blood Clan has a long lifespan, a handsome face, a wisdom and talent beyond the vast majority of mortals, and a transcendent power that makes mortals surrender and bow down,"

"But at the same time, the Bloodlines are vulnerable."

"In front of the people, the blood clan is a paper tiger that can be worn at the slightest stab, it seems to be strong, but in fact it is weak. They can only avoid being exposed by hiding their existence with the help of the careful protection and flexible use of politicians. ”

"Once the masses of the people wake up and discover the majestic power they have, the blood clan will only run away with their heads and fall into the ocean of people's war."

"The Bloods are unwilling to lose their supreme authority, their pleasures in luxury, and their power to do whatever they want, so they have only one way before them: to fool and manipulate the people, to guide them to remain stupid, and if necessary, even to exterminate the disobedient people."

"The necessary situation is now."

Konstantin said quietly: "The blood clan is gradually dissatisfied with the people, and they want to completely replace tens of millions of people in London and even in England. To achieve this, they can allow the white leftist ideology to poison young people, they can allow the fertility rate of the British Empire to decline year by year, and they can even allow the bright colors of Middle Eastern refugees to permeate every corner of Britain like ink drops in clear water. ”

"The blood clan wants to change the cage for birds, change the human race, sweep everything about the Anglo-Saxons into the dust of history, and completely eradicate what we cherish, admire, and remember."

"What the Bloods want is to destroy us at all."

Harry Potter took a step forward and said loudly, "And all we can do is fight back." Resolute, tenacious, and a counterattack that leaves no way out.

This is not a nationalist current, but a confrontation between two races and two classes. There is no mediation, no adjustment, only one can survive the corpse of the other and become the king of the new world. ”

Konstantin hammered his fist to the chest and roared, "Tell me, fellow citizens, are you willing to be killed by the flesh of the Blood?" ”

No one answered, and after a moment of anxiety-inducing silence, there was a whisper of "No." ”

"Tell me, fellow citizens, are you willing to continue to be fooled and manipulated?"

"I don't want to ....." was a little louder.

"Tell me, fellow citizens, are you willing to go back to a world made entirely of lies and continue to live a life of insensitivity and blind stupidity?"

"I don't want to." More than 100 people have already begun to respond.

"Tell me! Fellow citizens! Are you willing to choose to be a coward for the rest of your life on the night of November 5th? ”

"I don't want to!" Thousands of people answered this question, and the mountains cried out for a tsunami.

"Tell me! Fellow citizens! Do you want your children, your offspring, to be used as livestock and food by the blood clan for eternity?! ”

"Unwilling to !!" The roars rang out in unison, and the whole city trembled.

"Good!"

A sinister smile flashed across Konstantin's face, and he stretched out his arms and harnessed the aether to lift the blood slaves on the ground.

I have to say that the exuberant vitality on the blood slave's body is really terrifying, even if half of the body is completely melted, there are still blood slaves who survive.

Konstantin flipped his arms and fingers, and hung the blood slaves one by one from the street lamp in full view of Trafalgarh Square.

The necks of countless blood slaves were pierced by iron street lamps, and their dying bodies swayed in the wind, like yellow leaves in the autumn wind.

Blood kept sliding down the streetlights, ticking, ticking.

"Good!"

The people's cries suddenly sounded, and countless people were wrapped up and roared.

Their hearts beat wildly, and the grace of civilization is vulnerable to savage nature.

The fanaticism for violent revolution is spreading.

Konstantin snapped his fingers, and a point of light flew out of his fingertips and flew into the sky, lighting up the night sky like fireworks.

The mottled dots of light split and spread out in the air, suspended like fine sand, slowly moving in place, gradually piecing together a complex pattern.

The people below looked up, and soon someone could discern what the pattern was trying to convey.

"It's ..... Great London map! ”

Greater London is a first-level administrative division of England, which is a metropolitan area formed by the capital London and its surrounding satellite towns.

London, Westminster, Kensington, Chelsea, Hammersmith Fulham..... Every city, every street, every building is on a broad map.

The people looked at this special effects blockbuster scene in amazement, but saw thousands of red dots appear in the light quality map.

The red dots are scattered all over Greater London, and if you look closely, you can see that most of the red dots can be found on the top floors of mansions, villas, luxury hotels, etc.

"These are the addresses of the Bloodline."

Konstantin smiled and said, "Now, let's go hunt them." ”

The crowd began to move, moving in the direction where the Bloodlines were.

Tonight, eight million residents of London join the hunt.