Grimaldi Tribune Grand Square.

At dusk, the main square is particularly peaceful and mysterious. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the square, dyeing everything with warm gold, and the fountain in the center of the square shimmered faintly in the reflection of the setting sun, like thousands of gems scattered among them, and the water flowed slowly, making a gentle sound of flowing water.

Instead of staying inside the conference hall for the meeting, many representatives of the Central Security and Defense Section, the Central Committee, the Central Bank and the Central Court were standing in the main square.

And there's a reason for that, of course.

The main reason, of course, was the old scheme of Delacroix, and the people [of the Salvation Army] were waiting in the hall for the fish to take the bait.

Of course, the fifteen steam creatures standing in the square at this time are also one of the reasons.

The bronze skeleton depicts the majestic form of the Archaeopteryx, and the mechanical joints emit a soft vapor mist with each movement.

The mechanical muscles of these terrifying steam creatures flow with the movement, and the entire skeleton is riveted and bolted together to create an industrial aesthetic, while also displaying the technical marvels of the flanges [Riders].

Their feathers are no longer traditional natural objects, but are made up of copper-plated metal sheets, each of which is inlaid with glowing steam pipes from which a shimmering light flows. Fueled by steam, these metal feathers sway lightly, as if playing a mysterious mechanical movement.

At the top of the fuselage is a large glass dome, through which you can see the delicate steam mechanism inside in motion. These mechanisms emit a rhythmic roar, like a giant steam engine, pumping energy into every part of Archaeopteryx.

The outer hardpoints on the wings are equipped with various steampunk war equipment, and air-to-air missiles are arranged on the wings, loaded with huge steam-kinetic warheads. In the belly bomb bay are hidden some active enemy-seeking missiles, each of which is full of destructive power. On the side-mounted bomb bay, a mysterious thaumaturgical combat missile is inlaid with a strange runic light.

Hiss~

White smoke curls from the fuselage's vapor vents, like mysterious ritual smoke, swirling around it.

The cheeks of the senior officials and technical modulators were shrouded in a slight heat, and they felt as if they were in a steam greenhouse, and Wordsworth, who was the leader of the team this time, silently endured.

His eyes kept on the middle-aged man who had just walked into the square and was surrounded by one of the Archaeopteryx.

"Isn't this Monsieur de la croix, one of the Three Kings? Don't get too close to those iron bumps, beware of being burned beyond recognition by steam. Wordsworth tightened his black cane in his hand and said in a teasing tone.

"It's majestic, and no matter how many times I see it, I'll be fascinated by these things." Delacroix withdrew his copper-plated hand and replied, "Wordsworth, don't be so ill-mouthed to your old classmates and colleagues, we're still colleagues after all. ”

"Colleague, you betrayed the Central Bank, did not report the emergence of the [financial beast], and also connived at the Monte Carlo Security Service to assassinate the federal agents of the Addisi Federation, exacerbated international contradictions, deliberately caused bureaucratic harm, connived at corruption, and even wanted to attack local military bases to seek military independence·····" Wordsworth clasped his cane in both hands, and the bruised tendons on his hands testified to his anger at this moment.

"You know what you're doing!"

Facing Wordsworth, who was scolding, Delacroix shrugged.

He knew that if he could, he would definitely drive the fifteen Archaeopteryx to dust on the spot, but he knew it couldn't be because the cardinals [of the Salvation Army] were standing beside him.

The cardinal archbishops were dressed in bright red vestments, with a red sarbero diagonally across the left shoulder, tied around the right waist, and a red crown on which the three folds were clearly visible.

A red cloak covered them, hanging from their shoulders to the ground, looking solemn and elegant. In their hands they wore cardinal rings, shining with gold and inlaid with crosses. The hat ring on the top of the head is purple, which neatly covers the top of the head, highlighting their status.

There were five cardinals standing at Delacroix's side, their very presence carrying an ineffable coercion. Their faces are obscured by towering peaked caps, revealing only the part below the eyes. And those eyes, as deep as an endless void, seemed to be able to devour all life and light.

"Don't be too gaffe, we're just here to reform, I just want Monte Carlo to achieve extraordinary independence at the national level, we need time to build our own pedigree, we need international recognition, so that we can fully join the real transcendent system of Terra, and better prepare for the upheaval that is coming." Delacroix did not take De Ahui's gaffe to heart, but replied with a smile.

"Let the people of your country shed blood and sacrifice, let Youyang be exposed to the great pollution of Mimu, let countless individuals die because of you, and let the countries of Youyang face a more cruel crisis of collapse, this is what you call reform."

Wattsworth's cane clenched in both hands slammed the ground, and with his actions, fifteen nearby Archaeopteryx began to move, and they opened their mouths at Delacroix, and then a huge steam gushed out from their mouths, instantly filling the space around them.

Facing the steam of the Archaeopteryx, one of the five cardinals stepped forward, and a strange ripple of air burst from him, and all the steam around him began to disappear as the ripples spread.

The other four cardinals raised their hands with the cardinal's ring, and a thaumaturgical wave brewed on the ring; On the other side, many central officials behind Wattsworth directly took out the thaumaturgical kinetic guns on their waists and pointed them at the cardinal, the eyes of the fifteen archaeopteryx began to flash a strange red, and the red dots of the lasers mounted on the copper-plated wings were directly fixed on the enemy's body.

The scene became tense for a while.

"Don't do it, don't do it, I'm in my early fifties, and I can't stand these stimuli." Delacroix held out his hands and motioned for the cardinal to stand down, and the cardinal glanced at him, and finally retreated silently.

"Wordsworth, isn't this not that far, we're negotiating for these things."

Delacroix looked at his old classmates and said with a solemn face:

"We took Professor Ross politics together in college, and you should know that the constituent elements of the state are not because of individuals, but by those individuals who have a sense of subjectivity to assemble and build society, and then the state."

"So, those who don't have a sense of subjectivity are so unimportant in your eyes!

Moreover, why are you dissatisfied with the reform of the central government, the central authoritarian integration, it is just a new transcendent ideology, the important thing is what can be best for the people of the central government! In fact, it is the transcendent autocracy that is more conducive to transcendent reform than to the pluralistic and fragmented parts. Wordsworth retorted to Delacroix.

"Wordsworth, you and I both understand that we have been avoiding a problem, but we have to face that question - whether to unify all mankind with supernatural tyranny." Delacroix clenched his right fist, "A wise man and a wise transcendent institution may not always be able to maintain his sanity, to maintain his own humanity; The Oretin Empire and the Daevite Empire are examples, we have all been to the Oretin Continent to study and know the cruelty there, and we have also seen the [City That Never Sleeps] and the Atlas in the Daevite, and we know their cruelty even more, so we must not put our hopes in the hands of an individual, a group of people, or a transcendent group. ”

"Bureaucratic harm is not a social contradiction caused by the political corruption of a person or a group of people, it is only a part of the harm, at best it can only be regarded as a benign tumor problem; The real danger of bureaucracy is the ability to see the corruption of that group of people, but not to criticize them in any way, to correct their state, and that is the real harm. Ario is striding towards the hell of the Daevite, running on the road to slavery.

You wish to rule over any words and memories of mankind like the kingdom of heaven, but you cannot be as bold as they are to be extraordinary; They even stick knives in their bodies to manage the loss of control, and you don't dare, you're not fanaticists, you're not idealists, you're utilitarians. ”

"Wordsworth! The mother virus is so desperate! [War Ideology], [Rabble], [Alienation], [Pleasure Virus], [Entertainment to Death], [Nipple Pleasure], [Thought Disease], [De-Personality Virus], ·····, too much, too much!! ”

"Thinking people are stained with viruses in their thoughts, while most of the rest are in the desert of ideas, and the silent majority is slowly suffocating in the desert of ideas."

"Look at what the forces of Terra are doing, even now?"

"In front of humanity are clever enemies, great enemies, and behind humanity are incompetent companions, evil kinds. We must wrestle with both. And I'm not the goal of everyone myself, so I can only follow the direction in my heart.

Everyone is like this, like a hunter in the dark forest, no one dares to trust anyone, no one dares to really light a bonfire to light the way forward, who dares? Heaven? Or are you guys? ”

"So, no matter what, Monte Carlo must achieve extraordinary independence at the national level, no matter what the cost, no matter how many sacrifices are made!"

The more Delacroix spoke, the more agitated he became, his face flushed with unspeakable passion. His temples were gray, and his countenance was no longer young, but his tone of voice was brighter and more powerful than that of any man in the prime of life.

Did he do something wrong?

Wordsworth didn't know what to say about this, he only knew his current mission, he was here to restrain the spread of the riot.

"Delacroix, Youyang will not be the next Daevite, you should have faith in that. Let the [Relief Society] and [Salvation Army] people withdraw from Monte Carlo, interrupt the spread of bureaucratic harm and the anti-Veil movement, and the rest, we can all negotiate. Wordsworth said solemnly.

"You know it's impossible, no one is going to hand over the power to carry out violence, and all our negotiating bases are based on violence. I can put an end to bureaucratic jeopardy and anti-veil movements, I can even get the government and the Security Service to stop the infighting and restore social order, but I can't get [the Salvation Army] to leave, Monte Carlo's transcendent independence itself contains them. Delacroix rejected the representation offered by the central delegates.

"Hehe, your independence is to bind them to the same chariot as yourself, and in the end, Monte Carlo is still dependent on other people." Wordsworth couldn't help but sneer.

"Nothing can happen overnight, I have to try to take the first step." Delacroix continued, in a calm tone, "We all take a step back, and I apply the conditions set forth above, and you agree to the reasonableness of [the Salvation Army] in Monte Carlo, I promise..."

Delacroix was halfway through his words, and suddenly closed his mouth, and the [Cube-K] lodged in his body directly hooked his spirit, and then, privately, floated out of his body.

Cube-K is a burly humanoid entity with ancient knight armor and a red cloak, holding a large cube-shaped shield with a capital "K" in the center of the shield and a sharp golden short sword in his right hand.

Delacroix subconsciously wanted to explain, but [Cube-K] directly manipulated his head to look at the sky, and then, he saw countless eyes appear in the sky.

They do not belong to any living being, but are independently suspended in mid-air, full of mysteries and unknowns. The color of the eyes was as dark as the endless universe, as if it could swallow up all the light. Whenever he tried to escape from his sight, they seemed to follow consciously, revealing indifference and judgment that made his heart tremble.

The horror engulfed him, and he fell into a state of stiffness on the spot.

The cardinal and Wattsworth on the side noticed that something was wrong, and one of the cardinals immediately stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and beams of light shot out of his fingernails.

[Indulgence Decree (Light)-]

Dense beams of plasma were tightly wrapped around him and Delacroix like intertwined web cables. These beams of light converged around him like iridescent colors, forming an invisible shield. Each beam is a high-energy stream of energy, shining with unimaginable intensity, and they staggered through the air.

[Plasma Beam, Turbulence!! ]

Countless beams of plasma light staggered towards a distorting part of the void, where a Möbius ring flashed, and a handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes appeared, his right hand pinching the neck of a figure wailing in pain.

Facing the dense plasma beam, the blonde youth raised his eyebrows slightly, and a crown of thorns appeared above his head.

He let go of the man in his hand, raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger, and commanded:

"Scatter!"

No, lactic acid has accumulated and it hurts to death (*)