Chapter 316 Chaotic City

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On a street in Queens, a soldier on patrol raised his head and glanced into the distance.

"There seems to be some movement in the city center."

His companion glanced at it and turned his head disapprovingly: "It's probably another parade, this year is not peaceful."

"That's right."

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

The companion shrugged: "Where do you want to send it? East Chester and East Tucker counties are both too close to the Amanda Mountains. The counties in the west still have to worry about whether those small countries want to take advantage of the situation. Just stay in Backlund. If anything happens, just run to the air raid shelter and underground as soon as possible."

"Too."

They patrolled for a short distance, but from a distance they saw the captain of their team running towards him like the wind. Then he stood in front of them with a serious expression, as if the Fusac Empire had already attacked.

The captain glanced at them majestically: "Did you notice anything unusual?"

The two stood still and answered at the same time: "No!"

"If not, go to Second Avenue immediately to participate in the interception operation." The captain's expression gave people great pressure, "Public riots occurred in the East District and Jerwood District, trying to attack the wealthy areas and government districts. You go to help control the people. Shoot to protect yourself if necessary."

The two young soldiers looked at each other in surprise, and then answered one after another: "Yes!"

…

Milan North leaned against the window seriously and listened to the emotional instigation before his death. He picked up a biscuit from the dinner plate held by the attendant devil and said with a smile: "As expected of a witch, I even thought about it after hearing it." Let’s applaud His Majesty the King.”

"That's right, His Majesty the King's mistake was not to give more money to the families of these dead people!" A devil laughed, "He is too stingy, as stingy as Beria, even if a head is ten pounds, 90% of people will be I won’t argue with him anymore!”

The rest of the North family members suddenly laughed. The outside world is so beautiful, and the demons tacitly exchanged their guilty sense of superiority with money to buy their lives in their smiles and eyes. They either lie on the window sill or go to the balcony, scrambling to admire the lively scene below, and from time to time they use their own abilities to add a bit of beautiful color to it.

"Didn't His Majesty the King do a great job? The witch said that the kidnappers were basically kidnapped from the slums, and no one cared about the people there. Why is it so lively now?" A serial killer poked his head out.

"Instigation, incitement, everyone is irrational now."

The demon wearing a gray formal vest standing next to him watched for a while and then joined the discussion: "The people here are probably only those whose family members are missing, and they are basically civilians who have been incited to cause trouble. You see a few people in the East District People in the East End are busy looking for jobs and have no time to participate in these dangerous and time-wasting activities.”

"People from the East District will come out only when they can't find a job, like those female textile workers. I even took the opportunity to eat meat a few times."

While enjoying the drama, the demons poked their heads towards the head of the family. A few bold mid-sequences communicated quietly for a while. The leading apostle of desire looked at Milan and asked loudly:

"Master, can we go down and play?"

"It's too boring for them to continue making trouble like this, let's add fuel to their fire!"

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

The demons cheered, and the apostle of desire in a red tie jumped directly from the balcony. He accurately stepped on the head of a man who was trying to speak, and stepped him directly to the feet of the crowded crowd. The man never appeared again. stand up.

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

The excited people roared and rushed toward the government district in the west.

The Desire Apostle spotted a leader shouting slogans. Just before the other person was about to speak again, he twisted his body and slipped through the gap in the crowd. He covered the other person's mouth and imitated the other person's voice and shouted:

“We need jobs and bread!!”

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

Jobs and bread are obviously more important than dead family members! Even your favorite husband, wife, respectable parents, or beloved children during your lifetime are not as good as a bite of bread after death. The originally relatively neat slogans of the crowd suddenly became noisy. Then, after amplifying their inner desire for survival and their depression about being unable to provide for themselves and their families, the crowd gradually began to waver. This loud slogan not only attracted other people who came to support The family members seeking explanations also attracted workers and poor people who originally had a wait-and-see attitude.

The other demons in the crowd made gestures to each other, the Desire Apostle changed his voice, and they shouted together:

“We need jobs and bread!!”

Another slogan immediately seemed weaker: "His Majesty the King must also give us an explanation!"

The apostle of desire glanced at the person he caught with the corner of his eye. His face turned purple, his pupils bulged, and he was covered to death. The demon casually threw the corpse at the feet of the crowd. While arousing the emotions of the people around him, he influenced the direction of the team's advance. There was a slight stampede, but nothing serious.

People were shouting slogans while advancing in confusion. Soon, there was a continuous sound of dense footsteps in front of them. The patrolling soldiers ran over in an orderly manner and formed a seemingly impenetrable human wall in front of the street. These people who symbolized that law, majesty and order should not be offended immediately caused chaos in the parade. A middle-aged man who looked like a senior officer stood up and spoke majestically:

"Stop gathering! Stop marching and disband immediately!"

He winked, and several of the soldiers in the first line immediately pointed their guns into the sky and fired several threatening shots.

People behind who had no idea what was going on screamed when they heard the gunshots. The marching crowd felt great fear. People seemed to lose their sense of direction and reason for a moment and began to run around randomly. The only idea was to get out of here as soon as possible.

The parade of several hundred people was easily broken up by a mid-sequence Extraordinary.

"Damn it." The Desire Apostle had to blend in with the crowd and retreat. He kept a close eye on the obstructive captain, wondering how to make this farce more lively.

635

Audrey checked the status of everyone in Congressman Macht's home for the last time, and then stood up with a serious expression.

The witch's laughter had ended long ago, but she still felt the sound echoing in her mind. Someone had already set up a ladder to take down the strange device, and she also saw people from Silveras Field and the military walking through the street.

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

There was less smile on Audrey's face and more indescribable self-mockery: "Please send me back to Paisfield Street. Most of the people in the student aid foundation are from the East End and were also in the previous university. We lost loved ones in the smog. They may need help now."

Klein nodded: "You are stronger than I thought."

"...Maybe this is also growth."

Audrey chuckled a little self-deprecatingly and looked at her hands: "Every time I get promoted, I feel that I am already very powerful and can do many, many things, but... what I have done , it’s all about chatting with friends and talking to elders.”

"So, I was just thinking about why I pursued extraordinary abilities in the first place."

Audrey tilted her head slightly and showed a smile. She looked like 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 in my dream, shining like the magic in a fairy tale book for children, It is full of dreams and can bring infinite beauty.”

However, reality gave her a blow in the head very early. Other Extraordinaries are walking materials, and as the sequence increases, they will gradually be infected by madness. Even when she was still an inconspicuous low-sequence person, she had already been infected by simple things. I almost lost control after drinking magic potion.

"...When I realized that extraordinary is not only not beautiful, but also painful, twisted, and crazy, I was very disappointed and even had the idea of ​​stopping there. However, I also realized the powerful horror hidden in this world. In order to better protect my family in such a world, I chose to move on."

Alfred died, was it because of my lack of ability? No, even if I become a Sequence 5 and a demigod, it will be difficult for me to protect him intact in the war.

Apart from that, what else can I do?

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

"Your idea is very good."

They appeared in the room belonging to Director Audrey in the Loen Student Foundation. Klein was about to leave: "I hope you can keep this idea forever."

"Thanks."

Audrey pursed her lips and showed a decent smile: "Mr. World, I have a very presumptuous question... What is your purpose of contacting the extraordinary?"

Klein was silent for a moment: "At first, it was to protect myself. Later, it was to find my family."

Audrey remembered that the other party mentioned his family to her. Mr. World seemed to be a person from ancient times: "What about now? Do you still plan to continue to be promoted?"

This question really stopped Klein. He felt that he could safely be a demigod, enjoy a long life, secretly protect Melissa and Benson, and live like this. Without hatred as a motivation, Jin It doesn’t seem to matter if you don’t get promoted.

"I haven't thought about it yet," he said.

Audrey didn't ask further questions and sent Klein away naturally. She pushed open the door to the director's office and walked quickly towards the source of the faint crying in her ears - the lounge.

As soon as she entered the lounge, she saw several familiar faces crying, and some people were staring blankly at the ceiling, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Miss Audrey!" When the sensible people saw her, they immediately stood up, grabbed her hand nervously, and asked anxiously, "Is what the witch said just now true? Our family Was he really captured by the king and made into a slave?"

"Are they dead? Aren't the Slave Acts repealed?"

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

"..."

They subconsciously regarded the aristocratic Miss Audrey Hall as the authority, but they did not know that the other party had just learned about this.

For a moment, Audrey seemed to see countless negative emotions pouring in, but she herself had not yet completely recovered from the crisis of trust in the country. She took a deep breath, showed a smile with a strong soothing meaning, gently covered the hand that held her wrist tightly with her palm, and said slowly:

"I am not sure as well."

"But everyone, they definitely want to see you live strong..."

…

Klein originally planned to go back directly to No. 160 Berklund Street, but then he remembered that Congressman Macht and his family who had not yet arrived next door were praying to the goddess for purification, so he stopped on the street and prepared to slowly Take a walk back.

So, as soon as he landed, he saw a huge chaotic fight taking place in front of him. The police and the people were fighting, the vendors' stalls and goods were scattered all over the ground, and the fruits were trampled into a disgusting black paste. There are also people lying on the street with blood on their heads, no one cares about them.

There was a march? No, this is a riot... His pupils shrank.

"The rye bread with sawdust has gone up to 2 pence a pound!"

"If we can't buy cotton, we can't buy flour, we can't eat, we can only starve to death!"

Someone roared in the crowd, and everyone responded.

“But the country turned a blind eye!”

"Kings and nobles have abandoned us!"

Another clear voice came from a distance, it seemed to be a person standing high up:

"Have the financial subsidies that were claimed to be given to you actually reached everyone's hands?"

“What do those great philanthropists actually get from the materials and food they donate?”

"Does everyone really have no idea where the things that saved us have gone? Without these things, our families, and even ourselves, would soon starve to death here!"

Seeing that this improvised parade of stragglers was about to split itself, the Apostle of Desire was forced to stand in front of the stage. He spoke sonorously and powerfully while looking around vigilantly to see if there was anyone with a gun secretly aiming at him. The Extraordinary stared at him with hungry eyes, and his words gradually ignited even greater anger than before.

Suddenly, the Desire Apostle's eyes flashed. Everyone's movements stopped for an instant, and then turned to look at him strangely at the same time!

The Apostle of Desire was frightened and took a step back. He just fell from the box he was standing on and rolled out from under the feet of the crowd.

"It's really evil..."

Which demigod taught me a lesson?

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

No one paid attention to this episode. The parade had been driven by the overall mood, and neither chaos nor progress could be stopped.

"We should take back what belongs to us!"

"Our jobs, our bread, our bread!"

"Take back the bread!"

The crowd was excited, people roared, trampled all the people who fell on the ground regardless of friend or foe, leaving a mess and blood stains on the ground, and marched toward the West District in a mighty manner.

…

"Your Majesty, urgent report."

The brown-haired royal demigod approached George III who was taking a nap in the garden and whispered:

"Panadia, the 'Desperate Nightingale' of the Witch Cult, has openly cooperated and instigated the people. Now more than 700 people have gathered outside the West District, preparing to attack the Government District and Queens District. They are suspected of being bewitched by the Extraordinary, and The numbers are still increasing.”

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

After listening to the demigod's report, he chuckled lightly.

"Have our rude and savage neighbors finally learned to be wise? They have learned to fight public opinion and cognition first."

The royal demigod lowered his head:

"The source of the radio has been cut off, and the channel can no longer be received. It is unclear whether it is the fault of the Fusac Empire."

"It doesn't matter. Remember, no matter what you say, you won't admit it. Does a long-standing cult organization want to slander the king of Loen with just one mouth?" George III touched his carefully trimmed beard and gently said He smiled and said, "Let them gather wherever they like. Someone will take care of them for me. Go and inform Archbishop Valentine, and then issue a statement after the matter is over."

The royal demigods agreed and left in a hurry.

After half of the trip, the royal garden returned to silence. George III could not help but sigh as he admired the various rare and exotic plants in the garden alone.

"No one can 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 the sacrifice of my children. Now is the last step to success, no one can stop me from becoming the "Black Emperor"!

"...The army has been assembled, and the day of battle will soon come. Then we will have to have a tacit understanding with the Church of Storms."

George III whispered to himself, then looked at the corner of the garden, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised:

"Mr. Zaratul, what do you think of the people gathered?"

A stone street lamp next to Him suddenly lit up, and the light cast a photo-like picture on a wall on the side.

Angry crowds gathered outside the West End.

They fought and fought with the soldiers, and there were also extraordinary people fishing in troubled waters, with loud gunshots.

However, many behemoths wrapped in metal suddenly appeared in the sky, and ammunition and machine guns fell like rain, covering them all in a sea of ​​fire and ruins.

At the end of the film screening, George III smiled and admired the distant sky in a good mood.

TBC

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