Trample. Flash Dance

Trample.

Trample.

The heels of the black leather boots landed on the road floor in disrepair, making a very crisp sound.

The footsteps are straight forward.

Tall and slender figure, like a sword held in front of a knight.

It was a woman dressed in a black, red, dark-toned scarlet dress, with all gray hair, dark red pupils as calm as a lake, a fluttering red cuff tied around her left arm, and a narrow sword tied to her waist.

The red cuff was raised in the air as the arm swayed, like a red flag.

The woman's face was expressionless, walking from one end of the road at the heart of the Infestation's neighborhood to the other, the only sound in the air could be heard as her black heels landed on the ground.

There are not no people on this road, and even on the contrary, there are many, many people.

The entire quarantine area of the infected people is concentrated in this small block of less than one square kilometer, surrounded by dense human heads.

Only this highway seemed to be paved with a red carpet leading to the throne, and the dense crowd of infected people in front of this woman was like Moses dividing the sea, giving way to a straight road.

The woman calmly looked at the farthest place ahead, and did not look at the infected people around her.

The infected all looked at her with those stunned eyes, with fanatical expressions on their faces, but everyone couldn't help but hold their breath in front of that aura, and no one dared to show any negative expressions in front of her, just looked at her with the most sincere gaze.

In the eyes, there are emotions that ordinary people can't express.

Touched, saved, hoped, desperate to survive

The fervor of faith has always been at the moment between night and dawn.

In the hearts of these infected, the woman in front of them is their faith.

Thump.

It seemed that it was because it was too crowded, and in a crowd near the street, a young man who was covered in dirt and had white hair that was almost congealed into lumps suddenly tripped and fell to the ground, his head hit the ground heavily, and dark red blood instantly gushed out from the breach in his forehead, soaking his left eye.

His hands were also worn and bleeding, and his already dirty pants suddenly cracked, and his knees were also red.

However, the young man didn't care about his injuries at all, but looked blankly at the people around him, and when he saw the woman close at hand, he immediately got up from the ground in panic.

But the moment his hands pressed to the ground, his face tightened in pain, and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

The white-haired boy knelt on the ground in panic, and before he could wait for the familiar pain, he suddenly felt a softness on his shoulder.

The boy cautiously looked down.

A soft, slender palm was pressing against his shoulder.

He looked up in confusion, and saw the beautiful face that he had only seen from afar, and his heart was extremely reverent. 35xs

It was as if all the functions of the body had stopped at this moment.

Even the laceration on his forehead was no longer painful.

The boy stared blankly at the face that could only be so close in a dream.

The woman didn't stop, she squatted down, her fingertips wrapped in a faint light, and stroked the young man's bleeding forehead, wiping away the blood and stains.

The gray-haired woman's dark red eyes were still so calm, but there was a hint of distress on her face.

But she still didn't say a word, just pressed the palm of her hand to the wound on the young man's forehead.

The boy remained stunned and did not react in the slightest.

After a while, the bleeding wound on his forehead had stopped.

The woman lowered her beautiful face, her calm dark red eyes showed a little concern, and her palm was still pressed on the young man's forehead, and everyone around her watched with bated breath.

"Does it hurt?"

The woman asked him, her voice was not gentle, hoarse with a hint of magnetism, very unique, and very tasteful.

The boy only reacted from this dream-like scene at this time, but his body seemed to be completely out of his control, just staring blankly at the woman in front of him.

It wasn't until a long time later, as if he realized something, that the young man shook his head stiffly in a panic:

"Nope! It doesn't hurt! ”

"Lord Tatarlula! How can you be such a cheap person for me"

The gray-haired woman known as Tallulah held out a finger and tapped it lightly on his forehead, stopping him.

She looked at the boy with those distinctive dark red eyes:

"What's your name?"

The boy stammered and replied:

"Meme Flaste"

"Lord Tallulah, my name is Mephistopheles, I'm an infected person, my blood is dirty, you, please don't do that"

The boy raised his head, and suddenly saw the blood stains on Tallulah's hand covering his forehead, and immediately wanted to retreat with a panicked face, but Tallulah grabbed his shoulder, and the force was not great, but he stayed where he was, unable to move.

The palm that covered Mephistopheles' forehead still glowed softly, and it wasn't until the wound on his forehead healed that Tallulah let go of his palm.

After treating the wound, Tallulah looked at him with the same calm countenance as ever.

Mephistopheles was still on her knees, her head bowed deeply.

It is both inferiority and remorse.

There are too many ways of infection of the source stone infected person, blood infection, is one of the deadliest transmission methods, just by touching the blood of the infected person with the skin, it is possible to get sick, and even between twin sisters, if one party has source stone disease, the other party will not have any contact with the other party, because of the resonance of the source stone in the blood, and thus infect.

In the eyes of the people of the world of Terra, the blood of the infected is extremely dirty.

Even the infected themselves have always thought so. 35xs

The same is true for Mephistopheles.

Tallulah looked at him, the corners of her lips slightly raised, revealing a beautiful smile that was incomparably serene at a glance.

"We're compatriots, aren't we?"

Tallulah took Mephistopheles' hand with a bloody hand.

"What is dirty or not between compatriots?"

With that, Tallulah straightened up and continued walking towards the front of the road.

Mephistopheles watched in amazement as her figure walked into the distance like a beacon, as if it was a beacon pointing the way in the stormy waves of life.

The residents of the infected neighborhood also watched her away in amazement.

At the end of the road, Tallulah walked up to the platform.

She was as calm as when they first met, the red armband on her left arm fluttering high in the wind like a flag.

Everyone was watching her.

The hoarse, distinctive, magnetic voice rang in everyone's ears at the same time, aided by the Source Stone technique.

"Natural disasters have brought about everything we enjoy today."

"Today, after the Great Destruction, we all live in a world built by the Source Stone."

"When we first faced all this, we weren't infected."

"In the face of the most dangerous natural disasters, Terra needs his brave people to explore, to explore, to excavate, to give and to sacrifice."

"We are the victims."

Tallulah paused, looking at the people looking down, her eyes sweeping the crowd and meeting them one by one.

"I am a native of the Yan Kingdom, a descendant of the dragon."

"You are Victorians, some of you may be of the Filins, some of you may be of the Sakaz people, some of you are Kuranta from Casimia, and some of you are Ruper, some of you are Pelo, you are Walper."

"But here, in this quarantined neighborhood, we all have a name."

"Infected."

"We are a people who have been sacrificed and then abandoned."

"We are the victims who have felt the same pain, the victims of the suffering, the monsters and the source of the sickness that people fear, the untouchables that everyone spurns, the garbage that deserves to be burned alive."

"However, if it weren't for our efforts, where would there be Victoria, the Pearl of Terra? Where are the mobile cities where people can live and work in peace and contentment, and where people can escape natural disasters? Where are the high-rise buildings and mansions? Where is the developed source stone technique? ”

"Our ancestors, explored, discovered, and sacrificed."

"Today, we live on the poor island of this materially abundant mobile city, in this isolated neighborhood!"

Tallulah's voice was extremely low, and the sadness seemed to be able to reach everyone's heart through the sound that had spread through the source stone technique.

All the infected bowed their heads.

Or the sadness in his heart is unbearable, or he looks up at her with red eyes, longing for a direction.

Tallulah said in a deep voice:

"We compatriots don't deserve to be treated like this."

"We should have the power that belongs to 'us.'"

"But Terra hates us, spits on us, quarantines us, and treats us pariahs"

Her every word stirred everyone's emotions.

"What should we do in the face of such a world?"

Tallulah held her head high, and the words in her mouth were like a hammer, slamming into the hearts of every infected person.

Her words are not sonorous, nor are they as powerful as those of a speaker.

But it is such simple and straightforward words, such a cruel and cold reality, that can poke the hearts of infected people who have been discriminated against for a long time.

The infected are tumors in the world of Terra.

It's the germs that cling to this moving city.

They were spurned, despised and everything seemed so taken for granted.

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Has anyone asked their opinion?

Under Tallula's soft questioning, the source stone technique hooked the gray-black source stones that grew in the bodies of all the infected, and bursts of manic will surged into his heart.

All the infected people only felt extremely manic in their hearts, and the anger that had nowhere to vent accumulated in the chest year after year, and was extinguished by the blood again and again, but it still remained there.

Tallulah stood on the highest platform and spread her hands wide open.

"Don't ask if the campfire should burn, first ask if the cold and darkness are still there,"

"Don't ask if the bullet should be loaded, first ask if the oppression and exploitation are still there,"

"Don't ask if there is a tomorrow for the cause of justice, first ask if the injustice in the world is still there today."

She shouted loudly to the crowd, and the whole world seemed to be suppressed and quiet.

Everyone looked at her as if they were looking at the dawn in the dark.

Tallulah whispered,

"We are tinder."

"We are justice."

"We need to resist."

"Revolt, this morbid time."

"Come with me! Fellow citizens. ”

As she spoke, Tallulah stepped down from the platform and headed in one direction.

The crowd remained silent until the end of her speech, as if no one dared to speak in the night.

However, looking at Tallulah's distant figure, the figure in the crowd suddenly began to shake.

The first, the second, the tenth, a hundred

Everyone was following her, following her back, following the light and hope she brought.

Everyone longs to break free from that deep and numbing despair and embrace true hope.

Ahead, there is a huge wall separating the normal neighborhood from the area of the infected.

They need to rebel.

Penguin Logistics Base Underground,

Originally, they could only sit in the so-called 'VIP room' in the hall of the stronghold, and the three Han Baiyi who could not go one step deep into the underground safe house were now in the lowest safe house of the stronghold.

Han Baiyi threw herself into the soft sofa, and Vina sat on the sofa in a decent manner, paying attention to her appearance, Indra was still standing behind Miss Advancing King as usual, glaring at the two in front of her viciously.

Miss Ceylon in a small white round hat sat on the sofa opposite Han Baiyi, and the secretary named Hei stood behind Ceylon like a bodyguard with a special giant crossbow on his back.

Ceylon smiled, gently picked up the teapot in front of him, and poured himself a cup of black tea.

"A day without black tea is not a complete day. Mr. White, would you like a drink? I have some of the best tea leaves in all of Victoria. ”

"Thank you, but I'm not used to drinking black tea, I prefer Yanguo's clear tea." Han Baiyi smiled mildly and declined, "Besides, I don't know what Miss Ceylon said before."

That's right, Han Baiyi is such a person who can't afford to be unprofitable.

If it weren't for the daughter of the mayor of the independent city 'Xista' on the opposite side who watched the whole fight with Scati from the internal surveillance video of the stronghold, and wanted to talk to him about a big business on a whim, Han Baiyi would have taken his family out of Victoria a long time ago.

Although after some understanding, Han Baiyi probably knew that although the royal family of Victoria had an extremely lofty status, when it came to actual power, it was not comparable to the royal power under the centralized system.

If you want to compare it to the real world, it is roughly equivalent to the British royal family in the late nineteenth century.

However, even so, they are still facing the pursuit of a country's royal family.

Especially when it comes to something as fatal as royal succession.

Han Baiyi is naturally very confident in his strength, but that refers to one-on-one.

The appearance of Scati has made him realize that he is not invincible.

If six or seven or eight Scati took turns to attack him, even if it was a strong man as strong as Han Baiyi, he would definitely lose his armor and fall for thousands of miles.

So, now it's natural to run as far as possible.

But, as the saying goes, money can make the devil grind.

When facing this very, very rich little rich woman Xista mayor's daughter, Han Baiyi still couldn't help but soften.

The establishment of an independent force is not a matter of strength.

Han Baiyi needs a lot of money, a lot of Longmen coins.

Hearing Han Baiyi's request for such a loan, Hei who was standing behind Ceylon frowned obviously, but quickly let go.

The strong can be so capricious.

Ceylon smiled quietly: "Money is not a problem, this point has the entire Xista behind me as a support, Mr. White can rest assured." ”

"However, before that, I hope Mr. Bai can help me solve some minor troubles."