The special bullet is slender and narrow, running through the whole process of the human body and is urgent and fast, except for the sound of the bullet returning to the chamber, only the dull sound of 'poof' remains, which is relaxed and freehand, without the smell of fireworks.

The British soldiers at the forefront of the line bowed slightly, leaving each other with gaps and quick magazine changes – they didn't even need to use tactics like lining up to shoot or triple fire to deal with the London "mob" in front of them.

There is no need to aim, pull the trigger, and the muzzle that flutters with the recoil will still end up focusing on the crowd of black presses.

The fanatical-looking officers ignored the incredulous gazes of their comrades around them, and simply watched the crowd fall like ears of wheat, grinning and removing their masks, breathing in the fishy sweetness that flowed through the air.

These were all British officers, or more precisely, Blood Slave officers in the Bloodline's army, and each of them had undergone an incomplete first embrace ceremony.

These blood slaves, admiring the so-called elegant and noble temperament, chic and graceful appearance, and long history of the blood clan, decisively abandoned their human identity and joined the blood clan camp without hesitation.

For these blood slaves, the blood clan lords are more noble than ordinary people.

The Blood Clan, who holds the hegemony, is the 'Divine Sage' who helps mankind get out of a difficult situation, and even if there are occasional acts of cannibalism by beasts, it is also an honor for humans to be killed.

The Blood Slave officers frantically pulled the trigger tightly, enjoying the thrill of the recoil of the gun hammering their shoulders, while roaring wildly in their hearts:

"That's it, that's it! A bunch of untouchables who dare to rebel? Don't you know who is the master of this country? I wonder if if there were no blood lords, would you all still be living in the miserable Middle Ages? ”

"Hahahaha, die! Die! Die! You wretched and dull human beings! ”

"This is the fate of daring to resist the blood lord! You bastards! ”

This is an upgraded version of reverse nationalism – reverse racism.

The logical chain in the mind of the blood slave can be roughly inferred as: the blood race has more powerful power, which is equivalent to the innate superiority of the blood race, which is equivalent to the innate humility and sorrow of the human race.

The end result was that the Blood Slaves were disgusted with their natural human identity, their infinite yearning for the way of life and cultural customs of the Blood Clan, and finally because the goal of becoming a true Blood Clan was out of reach, the Blood Slaves became madly despised and hated their fellow human beings.

It's a pity that these blood slaves are not the protagonists, and Leon didn't bother to conduct an in-depth analysis of this sad group, otherwise he would have been able to write two chapters, "On the Origin, Development and End of Reverse Racism" and "On the Similarities between Blood Slaves and Jingri, Cents, and Pastoral Feminism, Especially Admiring Foreign Men".

History has told us countless times that in the face of foreign invasions, it is often the leading party that is the most brutal and cruel to the compatriots.

A blood slave officer with reverse racism is an out-and-out leader of the way.

Chaos spread, death passed, blood flowed, and the intimidated residents of London looked extremely dazed.

Screams, cries, gunshots, footsteps, cries for help, and group disorder are fully manifested at this moment, and any small emotional fluctuations will be magnified countless times under the action of the collective unconscious.

The people of London watched in disbelief at the British troops who were supposed to be their patron saints, but now they were deprived of their lives.

As mentioned earlier, the human body is vulnerable to steel bullet shells. The lives that are alive, the lives with their own life stories, just pass away in the smoke, and become a puddle of still, residual warmth.

The people of London in the front row retreated in panic, while the unsuspecting people in the back row were still crowding forward, and the two forces confronted each other, which eventually led to disorderly chaos.

Chaos beyond any computational mode is like ripples in a pond, passing layer by layer to the outer edges.

"Like I said, you only need to kill the first hundred people, and the next 10,000 humans will rush to escape first, and even fight each other, just to grab a chance to live."

"What a wretched bunch."

The Blood Slave officers smirked as they laughed wildly as they climbed over the concrete walls and tried to open fire on the crowd with their backs to them.

What they did naturally aroused the confusion, incomprehension, and opposition of the ordinary soldiers, and the big-headed soldiers were caught between the strict military orders and military regulations and the feelings of their compatriots, so they could only rush forward, hug the blood slave officer, and make the officer's gun go down.

"Soldiers! Are you going to rebel? ”

The Blood Slave officers, who were surrounded by the big-headed soldiers, still refused to admit defeat, they stiffened their necks, glared angrily, and screamed: "If you don't want to go to court-martial, then go back to your posts!" When nothing happens!

We're responsible for everything that happens here. ”

"Nope! Sir. A large soldier stood in front of him, a look of struggle flashing across his face, but his body remained motionless.

"Damn brute...."The Blood Slave officer spat on the ground, narrowed his eyes, and pressed his fingers on the trigger.

The stalemate within the British army was finally broken by external factors.

Li Ang, who was standing in front of the Capitol, slowly picked up the microphone and said in a mechanical electronic voice: "Distinguished Magic Net users, do you want to renew the official plug-in?" ”

Those who were knocked down by the first wave of bullets did not die immediately with the help of the spellcasting device, but they had already produced more air than they entered.

When they heard such words when they were dying, they subconsciously murmured, "Yes...."

Li Ang smiled freely, and continued to say in that evil electronic voice: "Ding~ Super Aim has been deployed, the modular strong armor components have been launched, the nerve elements have been reconnected, and the Will Interference Reality System has been completed....."

No one could understand these incomprehensible lines, and all the people present could see with their own eyes was that those users of the magic net stood up.

There was a ripple on their armguard-casting equipment, metallic droplets from the bottom up to every inch of their bodies.

After a few breaths, the black Vendtta's uniform turned a dazzling red and gold color, and instead of a red rose, a hammer and sickle insignia were pinned to the pocket of his chest.

Not only these users of the magic net, but also the frightened people in the rear.

They looked at the gold and red uniforms in a daze, as well as the bloody slave officers who were about to tear, and subconsciously raised their arms.

The collective will was manifested at this moment, and countless crimson balls of light poured out from people's chests, merging together, converging into a red torrent, roaring towards the blood slave in front of them.