634

On a street in Queens, a soldier on patrol looked up and glanced into the distance.

"There's going on in the city center."

His companion followed and looked at it, turning his head disapprovingly: "Probably another parade, it's not a peaceful year." ”

"That's right."

The soldier pulled the brim of his hat, straightened the gun in his hand, and sighed: "Now the price of bread is still rising, I plan to send my family to other counties, but after thinking about it, it is still the safest in Beckland." ”

The companion shrugged: "Where do you want to go?" Both East Chester and East Tuckershire are too close to the Amanda Mountains, and the counties to the west have to worry about whether the smaller nations will want to take advantage of the fire. Just stay in Beckland, and run to the bomb shelter and underground as soon as you have anything. ”

"Yes."

They patrolled for a short distance, but from a distance they saw the captain of their squad running like the wind, and then stood still in front of them, his expression as serious as if the Fursack Empire had already attacked.

The captain glanced at them majestically, "Did you find anything unusual?" ”

The two stood still and replied at the same time, "No!" ”

"If not, go to Second Avenue immediately to participate in the interception." The captain's expression gave people great pressure, "There are civil riots in the East and Joe Wood districts, trying to storm the rich districts and government districts, you go to help control the people, and if necessary, you can shoot to protect yourself." ”

The two young soldiers looked at each other in surprise, then replied one after the other: "Yes!" ”

……

Milan North leaned earnestly against the window and listened to this outpouring of emotion before death, picked up a biscuit from the plate held by the acolyte demon, and said with a smile: "As a witch, I want to applaud His Majesty." ”

"That is, His Majesty's fault is that he did not send more money to the families of these dead people!" One of the demons laughed, "He's so stingy, as stingy as Berial, even if it's ten pounds per head, ninety percent of people won't bother with him!" ”

The rest of the members of the Norse family burst out laughing, the outside world was so beautiful, and the demons were silently exchanging their smiles and eyes for a sinful sense of superiority in buying life with money. They either lay on the windowsill or walked up to the balcony, scrambling to enjoy the lively scene below, and from time to time they used their abilities to add a little beautiful blood to it.

"Didn't His Majesty do a good job? The witch has said that the kidnappers are basically kidnapped from the slums, and no one cares about the people there, right, why is it so lively now? "A serial killer poked his head out.

"Instigation, incitement, everyone is irrational now."

The demon in the gray vest standing next to him watched for a while, and also joined the discussion: "It is estimated that the people below are only missing from their families, and they are basically still instigated civilians to make trouble, how many people do you see in the Eastern District?" The people of the East Side are busy looking for work and work, but they don't have time to participate in these dangerous and time-wasting activities. ”

"Only when you can't find a job will people from the East Side come out, just like those weavers, I also took the opportunity to open a few meat dishes."

While admiring the play, the demons probed their heads to look at the head of the house, and several bold sequences whispered for a while, and the leading apostle of desire looked at Milan and asked in a loud voice:

"Master, can we go down and have fun?"

"It's so boring for them to go on like this, let's add fuel to them!"

The devil, who was shaking the goblet containing sparkling wine, looked at them and nodded casually: "Go ahead." ”

The demons cheered, and the red-tie Apostle of Desire jumped straight from the balcony, stomping pinpoint on the head of a man who was trying to speak, stepping him directly at the foot of the crowd, and the man never got up again.

"His Majesty the King and the Parliament need to give us an explanation!!"

The agitated crowd roared as they poured into the government district to the west.

The Apostle of Desire saw one of the leading slogans, and before the other was about to speak again, he twisted his body and slipped through the gap in the crowd, covered his mouth, and imitated the other person's voice and shouted:

"We need work and bread!!"

His voice was loud and reached everyone's ears in an instant.

Work and bread are obviously more important than a family member who has died! Even the most beloved husband, wife, honorable parents, or beloved children are no match for a living person's bread after death. The crowd's otherwise neat slogan was momentarily murmured, and then, after amplifying the inner desire for survival and the bitterness of not being able to provide for themselves and their families, the crowd gradually wavered, and this loud slogan attracted not only other people who came to ask for explanations for their families, but also workers and poor people who had been waiting and watching.

The other demons in the crowd gestured to each other, and the Apostle of Desire changed their voices, and they shouted together:

"We need work and bread!!"

The other slogan immediately became much weaker: "His Majesty must give us an explanation, too!" ”

The Apostle of Desire glanced at the person he had caught out of the corner of his eye, his face was already purple, his pupils were bulging, and he was strangled to death. The demon casually threw the corpse at the feet of the crowd, and he moved the direction of the team as he mobilized the emotions of the people around him. There was a slight stampede, but it didn't hurt.

The people shouted slogans and marched in confusion, and soon there was a continuous dense sound of footsteps ahead, and the patrolling soldiers ran in order, forming a seemingly impregnable wall of people in front of the street. These inoffensive symbols of law, majesty, and order immediately caused confusion in the procession, and a middle-aged man with the appearance of a chief stood up and spoke majestically:

"Stop gathering! Stop the march and disband on the spot immediately! ”

He winked, and the soldiers in the first line immediately pointed several muzzles of their guns at the sky, and let out several threatening gunshots.

The people in the rear who did not know the reason immediately screamed when they heard the gunshots, and the crowd felt great fear, as if they had lost their sense of direction and reason for a moment, and began to run around randomly, with the only thought being to get out of here as soon as possible.

The procession of a few hundred people was broken up by a mid-sequence extraordinary.

"Damn." The Apostle of Desire had to retreat in the crowd, staring at the captain who was in the way, wondering what he could do to make the farce even more lively.

635

Audrey finally confirmed the status of everyone in Congressman Mahert's house, and then stood up with a serious expression.

The witch's laughter was long over, but she still felt the sound echoing in her head. Someone had already set up a ladder to remove the strange contraption, and she had seen people from the Sivelas Field and the military walking through the streets.

"It's time for me to go, Mr. World."

Audrey's face was less smiling and more indescribably self-deprecating: "Please send me back to Persfield Street, most of the people in the Foundation are from the East End, and they have also lost their loved ones in the previous great smog." They may need help now. ”

Klein nodded, "You're stronger than I thought." ”

“…… Maybe that's growth, too. ”

Audrey chuckled slightly self-deprecatingly and looked at her hands: "Every time I am promoted, I feel that I am now very powerful, and I can do many, many things, but ...... What I do is always talk to my friends and talk to my elders. ”

"So, I was just thinking about what I was looking for in the first place."

Audrey tilted her head slightly, revealing a hint of a smile, and looked like she had the innocent Miss Hall in the eyes of others:

"I once entered my own dream, and in the dream where I discovered the 'subconscious ocean', I saw the extraordinary abilities of my dreams, like magic in a fairy tale book for children, shining, full of dreams, capable of bringing infinite beauty."

However, reality gave her a blow to the head very early, and other extraordinary beings are walking materials, and they will gradually be infected by madness with the improvement of the sequence, and even, when she was still an inconspicuous low sequence, she was almost out of control because of the simple drinking of potions.

“…… When I realized that the extraordinary was not only not beautiful, but also painful, distorted, and crazy, I was very disappointed, and even had the idea of stopping there. However, I also realized the powerful horrors hidden in this world, and in order to better protect my family in such a world, I still chose to move on. ”

Alfred died, was that because I wasn't capable? No, even if I become Sequence 5 and become a demigod, it will be difficult for me to protect him intact in the war.

What else can I do?

Klein listened quietly, listening to a confession from an audience member. He put his hand on Audrey's shoulder and activated the "teleportation".

"You've got a good idea."

They appeared in the room of the Rune Scholarship Foundation, which belonged to Audrey's trustee, and Klein prepared to leave: "May you keep thinking like this forever." ”

"Thank you."

Audrey pursed her lips and smiled deservedly: "Mr. 'World', I have a very presumptuous question...... What is the purpose of your exposure to the extraordinary? ”

Klein was silent for a moment: "At first, it was for self-preservation. Later, it was to find the family. ”

Audrey remembers that the other party had mentioned his family to her, and that Mr. "World" seemed to be a man from ancient times: "And now? Are you still planning to move up the ranks? ”

This question really stopped Klein, he felt that he could be a demigod with peace of mind, enjoy a long life, secretly protect Melissa and Benson They live like this, and without hatred as a driving force, it doesn't seem to matter if Jin is promoted or not.

"I haven't thought about it yet." He said.

Audrey didn't ask, and naturally sent Klein away. She pushed open the door to the governor's office and walked briskly to the lounge, the source of the faint cry in her ears.

As soon as she entered the lounge, she saw several familiar faces crying, and others staring blankly at the ceiling, not knowing what to think.

"Miss Audrey!" When the still sensible person saw her, he immediately stood up, grabbed her hand nervously, and asked anxiously, "Just now, was what the witch said true?" Was it true that our family was taken into slavery by the king? ”

"Are they already dead? Hasn't the Slavery Act been repealed? ”

"Can we still see them? There should still be people alive, right? ”

“……”

They subconsciously regarded Miss Audrey Hall, who was born in the aristocracy, as an authority, but they didn't know that the other party had just learned about it.

For a moment, Audrey seemed to see countless negative emotions pouring in, but she herself had not completely recovered from the crisis of trust in the country. She took a deep breath, smiled with a strong sense of reassurance, gently placed her palm on the hand that was clutching her wrist, and said slowly:

"I don't know."

"But, guys, they definitely want to see you stay strong......"

……

Crane had planned to go straight back to 160 Berklund Street, but remembering that it was probably not enough for the family of Councilor Mahert next door to pray to the goddess for purification, he stopped in the street and prepared to walk back slowly.

So, as soon as he landed, he saw a huge chaotic brawl in front of him, the police and the people were in a mess, the vendors' stalls and goods were scattered all over the floor, the fruit was trampled into a disgusting black paste, and there were people lying on the side of the street covered in blood, and no one cared.

There was a parade? No, it's a riot...... His pupils shrank.

"Rye bread with sawdust has risen to 2 pence a pound!"

"I can't afford cotton, I can't afford flour, I can't eat, I can only starve to death!"

Someone roared in the crowd and responded with a shout.

"But the state turned a blind eye!"

"The king and the nobles have abandoned us!"

Another clear voice came from a distance, what seemed to be a man standing on a high place:

"Are the financial subsidies that claim to be given to you actually in everyone's hands?"

"What are the materials and food donated by those big philanthropists?"

"Do you really know where the things that helped us go? Without these things, our families, and even ourselves, would have starved to death here very quickly! ”

Seeing that the improvised procession of stragglers was about to split itself, the Apostle of Desire was forced to stand in front of the stage, and he spoke sonorously and forcefully, while looking vigilantly around him for any extraordinaries with guns aimed at him, and a pair of hungry eyes stared at him, and in his words gradually ignited a greater anger than before.

Suddenly, the Apostle of Desire's eyes flickered, and everyone's movements stopped in an instant, and then strangely turned their heads to look at him at the same time!

The Apostle of Desire was so frightened that he took a step back, just as he fell from the box where he was standing, and rolled out of the crowd in a narrow way.

"What an evil ......"

Which demigod taught me a lesson?

The Apostle of Desire touched his chest in fear, and immediately turned around, hunched over and hid elsewhere.

No one paid attention to this little episode, and the procession was already stirred up by the general mood, and the chaos and progress could not be stopped.

"We should take back what we belong to!"

"Our work, our bread, and our money!"

"Take back the bread!"

The crowd was excited, and the people roared angrily, trampling all those who fell to the ground, leaving a mess and bloodstains, and marching mightily towards the western district.

……

"Your Majesty, urgent report."

The brown-haired royal demigod approached George III, who was resting in the garden, and whispered:

"Panatia, the 'Nightingale of Despair' of the Witch Cult, openly cooperated and instigated the populace. Now more than 700 people are gathering outside the West End to storm the government district and Queens, suspected of being bewitched by the extraordinary, and the numbers are growing. ”

George III stood in the middle of the garden, like a shadow that could not be illuminated by the light.

He listened to the demigod's report and chuckled softly disapprovingly.

"Has our rude, savage neighbor finally learned to be smart again? I know that I will fight public opinion and cognitive warfare first. ”

The royal demigod bowed his head:

"The source of the radio has been cut off, the channel is no longer available, and it is unclear if it is the Fersak Empire."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, no matter what you say, you don't admit it, does a prestigious cult want to slander the king of Rune with one mouth?" George III touched his well-trimmed beard and smiled softly, "Gather where they like, and someone will clean them up for me." You go and inform Archbishop Valentine, and then make a statement when it's over. ”

The royal demigods responded and left in a hurry.

After half walking, the royal garden was silent again, and George III couldn't help but sigh as he admired the rare plants in the garden alone.

"No matter who it is, they can't stop me."

In order to ascend to the throne of God, in order to become the "Black Emperor", I have worked hard for decades and paid countless prices in exchange for the acquiescence of the Seven Gods and my children. Now that I am the last step of success, no one can stop me from becoming the "Black Emperor"!

“…… The army has been assembled, and it will soon be the day of battle, and when the time comes, we will have to tacit understanding with the Church of the Storm again. ”

George III muttered to himself, then looked into the corner of the garden, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned:

"Mr. Zarathu, what do you think of the assembled people?"

A stone street lamp beside him suddenly lit up, casting a photographic image on one of the walls on the side.

Angry crowds gathered outside the West End.

They fought with soldiers, tore and beat them, and there were extraordinary people who fished in troubled waters, and guns rang out.

However, a large number of metal-clad behemoths suddenly appeared in the sky, and ammunition and machine guns rained down, enveloping them all in a sea of fire and ruins.

At the end of the screening, George III smiled, in a good mood to admire the sky in the distance.

TBC

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