"Compared with other narrative races, the Dragon Island tribe still inherits capitalism ideologically, these behemoths have empty strength but cannot be cohesive, which does not conform to the values of our narrative, but relies on longevity and wealth accumulation, and the top ten positions on the list continue to fluctuate."

Ahir Corpse said coldly:

"A country, a nation, and a person need to be united, and they need to constantly innovate and let the blood flow. Throughout the ages, there have been countless dynastic changes, power reshuffles, and those who lag behind have either been overthrown by revolutions or invaded by foreign nations, but there is no empire that can maintain its vigorous vitality forever like our "Red Blood Alliance". Why is that? ”

"Does that need to be said?" The representative of the Rising Sun Clan sneered: "Everyone knows what's going on. ”

"Because we've been reforming our lives." The representative of the Baiyun clan smiled slightly: "In the eyes of other narratives, either they are limited by the main nation, bound by an inherent culture, and the original thinking and ideas will always operate steadily, and eventually become ossified, rotten, and completely abandoned by the times, and we will continue to replace the race." ”

The representative of the Angel Clan of the Time Domain said:

"Just as the body is constantly metabolizing, removing old cells and replacing them with new blood, our narrative is strong because we are constantly destroying and killing ourselves, and putting new and powerful new people on the throne sequence."

"Life is like water, moving is endless, and quiet is dead and silent."

The representative of the Moon People concluded:

"Dragon Island, it's already too backward."

"The strength is not good, what they think of is not to reform their internal structure and introduce external advantages, but to rely on recalling the wanderers scattered outside, relying on mercenaries to play games, which is really not true."

Ahir said lightly:

"In the narrative of the alliance, you can be unkind, unrighteous, disloyal, unfilial, uncompassionate and uncompassionate, but you must be strong, even if you use all means and use despicable practices, even if you backstab your allies, as long as you can become the strongest, it shows one point: the narrative of this era needs a race like you to lead."

"Tyrants have their own tyrants, and wicked people have their own wicked people. But the dragons don't even have the courage to do evil. ”

"Such a race, just like an appendix, has no meaning except for inflammation, and it will be removed early to save the energy supply of the body."

"I've long seen that these dragons are unhappy, they don't do anything about money, and they don't know what racism is."

"What's more, the capital accumulated by the dragon clan over the years is so abundant, instead of using it for transfer payments, it is given to other narratives, especially the narrative of the abyss, and the dragon clan has sent them money, so if it goes on like this, it is completely giving the abyss a chance to interfere in the affairs of our realm abyss!"

People were filled with righteous indignation, and when it came to the dragons, they either hated iron but not steel, or they were quite dissatisfied, and some showed greedy faces.

In any case, the dragon clan has lost the hearts of the people and is no longer recognized by the top five member tribes.

How to deal with the dragon clan, before the start of this meeting, I actually had a plan, but I used the excuse of the banquet to engage in friendship and enhance the relationship by the way.

The racist narrative allows the people at the bottom to play the scoundrel and force the palace, so naturally it also allows the leaders at the top to unite and marry.

The alliance only needs a strong race to be the leader, as for which race? It doesn't care.

Nobody cares.

Anyway, everyone here and there is just one part of the bigger story.

"In that case, let's start voting."

Ehir launched the initiative:

"The major representatives, those who agree to concentrate their firepower and kill all the dragon clan players in next year's tribal qualifying tournament will raise their left hand, and those who disagree will raise their right hand."

There was hardly any time for discussion, and the vote was done.

The Shadow Warrior stepped forward and began to chant:

"Five of them raised their left hand and one of them raised their right hand."

After saying that, even he himself was stunned for a moment.

Ahir Corpse glanced at the Shadow Warrior:

"Six tickets?"

"This, I don't know why there is one more, Your Excellency."

"What are you kidding, where did we come from, the Hades, the Rising Sun, the Time Domain, the Hundred Clouds, and the People of the Moon, aren't there only five?"

The grumpy representative of the Rising Sun Clan stood up and roared:

"Who the hell is kidding? Do you want to go against the grand narrative? ”

"It's me."

In the back row of the dimly lit conference room, a tall man slowly stood up, the other party was draped in heavy armor, his body was covered with scarlet demon patterns, the helmet on his head was slightly raised, and the ram-like horns stretched forward and pierced out, like a fierce and hideous demon.

"You? Where did you hit it! This is the place where the elite of the alliance gathers, and if you report your race name, you are not allowed to enter the venue if you do not have a rank. ”

When the armored man straightened up, the entire room was instantly enveloped by a strange and thick aura, as if an iron curtain had been lowered, and even breathing felt sluggish and difficult.

"This breath - it's weird!"

"It doesn't seem to be the power of the path."

"He's not from Xingyuan!"

Everyone present was on alert.

"Who are you?" Ahir Corpse's face was as usual, and he asked calmly: "Judging from the breath, you are not a simple humanoid race, and the power on your body is not a path, that is your bloodline power, which race is the powerhouse, let's hear it." ”

"Do you have to say the name of the race?"

The man asked rhetorically.

"It doesn't matter what your name is." Ahir replied, "We allies, we don't care what the individual is called, your race and rank are the key. ”

"I see, no wonder it's the strongest narrative in the realm."

As he spoke, the man raised his hand and pressed it on the iron surface of the ram and the devil, making a sound like striking an anvil:

"I'm from the earth."

"According to Xingyuan, I belong to the C3-'Luca' type cosmic human race."

"Of course, you may be more familiar with another name."

The demon armor stabbed its blade inward, cutting into the pulse of the veins, and a large amount of silver-white blood sprayed outward, overflowing outward from between the cracks in the armor.

As soon as the silver-white blood mixed with the air, it immediately became formless and colorless, but it surged rapidly with the air current.

The carpet under the man's feet instantly turned into charcoal, even the force of the wind was enough to destroy it, and wherever the air spread, the vitality was completely deprived, and when it fell on the bodies of the people present, it entered the internal circulatory system along the pores, body surface contact, and respiratory organs, and finally invaded the spine and devoured and replaced the original blood system.

A large number of participants had difficulty breathing one after another, collapsed on the spot and died suddenly, and then their bodies also collapsed, turned into black ash, and dissipated with the wind.

"Uh-the air is poisonous! Let's go—uh! ”

"Spellcaster, turn on the vacuum! The warrior held his breath and stared, opening his passport! Damn it! Why is this thing so toxic, the antidote is useless......"

"It's ......"

Ahir melted into the shadows, and moments later, he emerged from the beams of the house, and the breathless Hades realized what they were up against:

"—Aether Poison Blood!"

He looked down at the demon-armored man standing on the ground, and said in a deep voice:

"You are a member of [society]!"

"The Blacksmith of the Thirteen Councillors of the Hidden Society."

The demon armored man smiled slightly and said:

"In the name of Sharp Tooth Peak, beat the racists and reforge them."

The next moment, he held the void in his hand, and countless scarlet demon patterns eroded the space, constantly proliferating and spreading.