Viewed from above, the majestic and majestic red torrent covered all the streets around Trafalgarh Square like a long horse.

The essence of these red currents is the ether, the ether that is extremely rich.

Whether it was the Blood Slave officers present, or the Blood Clan in the underground fortifications who were looking at the whole scene through the micro drones, their eyes widened and they watched in disbelief as all this happened, "How, how is it possible?!" ”

You must know that any god-blood creature can control a certain amount of aether, but each god-blood species is good at manipulating different energy attributes, and the most significant external difference is the color of the aether.

"How can these humans have blood energy?" A blood slave officer said in a trembling voice, more concerned than the oppression that the torrent gave him, what made him more concerned was why these humans could use the red blood energy exclusive to the blood clan.

"No, it's not blood."

Another Blood Clan officer corrected him and whispered, "Don't you feel it? The energy itself...."

Indeed, unlike the yin and viciousness of blood energy, the momentum of the red torrent is so broad and broad, gentle and resolute, just like the rising sun and the sun that spills over the earth.

The interference of the will in reality, or the substitution of one's own heart for the heart of heaven, has always been a long-term discussion among Chinese and foreign occultists.

It is undeniable that both the occult sects more or less subscribe to the theory that the human will has a higher priority than actual matter.

Although the emergence of materialist dialectical philosophy in modern times has attacked this idealist thinking, is it really completely wrong to "interfere with reality by the will"?

Leon doesn't think so.

He has manipulated the casting credentials of thousands of demon net users, and his nanometal can automatically liquefy at critical times, recovering the human body and expanding the army of more demon net users.

With the activation of the Aether Towers that have been erected in various parts of London, an endless and inexhaustible supply of Aether has rushed in.

Such a huge amount of ether is definitely not acceptable to ordinary mortals, even if it is a strong person like the Blood Clan Elder and Dumbledore, they will be "supported" by the huge amount of ether in the first place.

And the solution that Leon came up with was parallel connection in the circuit.

He treats hundreds of thousands, millions of people as load-bearing nodes in the Ethernet network, and jointly bears such a huge amount of ether.

Even though these people don't know how to summon and harness the Aether, the uniforms they wear can help them to follow their hearts and perform the simplest of extraordinarily energetic catharsis of all, the Light Cannon, in the collective unconscious.

And the extreme emotions such as anger, sadness, and unyielding that are high-pitched in the hearts of the people are also integrated into the light cannon.

Coupled with the auxiliary guidance of the "super aiming" of the spell-casting equipment, a light cannon like the Red Torrent has become an invincible strategic weapon.

This energy instinctively caused fear in the blood slaves, who stretched out their narrow fangs, and the scarlet blood energy rose from beneath their feet, forming a shield in front of the torrent.

However, useless.

The red torrent that flowed from the chests of the people swept through Trafalgarh Square with lightning speed, engulfing hundreds of blood slaves.

The red torrent was noisy and boiling, and the light flood like a substance rushed and flowed along the cracks in the bricks of the square.

After a long time, the torrent passed.

Everyone held their breath and looked into the middle of Trafalgarh Square.

On the stone floor covered with barbed wire, concrete walls, and machine-gun towers, the ordinary human soldiers still stood in place, looking at themselves unscathed, and after confirming that they were still alive, they looked at each other.

And those blood slaves, melted.

That's right, like popsicles in the hot summer sun, shaved ice in scrapped refrigerators, these blood slaves tend to be half-melted.

Most of them were half-kneeling in place, their carbon fiber knee pads touching the ground and rubbing against Shashuo.

In the blood slaves' eye sockets, the eyeballs had quietly cracked, and a pale yellow crystal liquid was gurgling out of the hollow eye sockets.

They didn't scream, or rather, they couldn't scream anymore - most of the Blood Slaves' cheeks were covered with holes and scars, and their hollowed-out mouths were full of cool air.

What's even more terrifying is that the skin on the chest of these blood slaves is completely ulcerated, and the red and white skin is exposed to the air, and you can vaguely see the heart beating below through the ribs.

The rancid blood splattered all over the ground, and the black-red blood stirred the dust, and the top layer of blood had formed a solid blood scab.

"Candles, melted candles."

In the crowd, I don't know who muttered to themselves, this extremely apt metaphor was immediately recognized by the others in their hearts.

"Nope! No! ”

Sir Humphrey Upbier stared at the images transmitted by the micro-drone, watching in disbelief as it all happened.

He gritted his teeth and trembled. And behind him is the indifferent Prime Minister Rachel Ross.

"Humphrey, you've lost."

Prime Minister Ross shook his head and said, "Who would have thought that? The seemingly ordinary young Chinese entrepreneur turned out to be a deep-water giant crocodile. He is the chess player in this chess game. ”

"Shut up!"

Sir Applebier, who had completely abandoned "decency", turned his head sharply, like a madman, and roared sharply: "What do you know? The Bloods are invincible and invincible, and no one can challenge our glory! No one! ”

The roar of this blood clan had exceeded the limit of human endurance, and Prime Minister Ross, who was facing Sir Humphrey Applebier, had faint blood stains on his ears and nose, and the capillaries on the skin of his body had also burst, and the whole person was pink, looking extremely miserable and terrifying.

Sir Applebir bared his fangs

Half a step forward, one hand grabbed Prime Minister Ross by the neck, "Damn! Tell me, woman, what do you know? ”

Prime Minister Ross coughed with difficulty, her face flushed, and a bright red handprint immediately appeared on her slender neck, but she still looked at Sir Applebir with cold eyes, and did not say a word.

"Enough, Humphrey!"

One of the Bloods stepped forward and stopped Sir Applebir from killing the Prime Minister of a country, "Now what we have to do is stop the loss!" Find out who Leon really is! What the hell does he want! ”

Li Ang, who they were talking about, was slowly putting down the microphone, turning off the broadcast button, and muttering to himself: "As the saying goes, the spring silkworm is dead, and the wax torch is gray and tears are dry." ”