Marvel – Immortal Path

Li Ang dropped the microphone at will and walked forward.

Kick, kick, Oxford leather boots stepped on the stone slabs of Trafalgar Square, crisp and sweet, until stepped on the blood flowing from the blood slave officer, the footsteps sounded a little Procrastination and sticky.

He put his hands in his pockets lazily, blowing an untuned whistle, and walked in front of the British army soldier, like a tiger overlooking the lamb, with playful cold eyes, admiring the blankness of the soldiers’ faces A bewildered expression.

At this moment, the general just got up from the ground with a bitter face, clutching his waist and groaning in pain.

He saw the United Kingdom crowds, those United Kingdom crowds he had vowed to defend to the death, dispersing to every street in the city.

What happened tonight is not a dinner party or painting or embroidery, but a cold, bloody, and violent action.

And violent action is never the same as "decent", "elegant", and "beautiful".

People yelled, roared, clenched their fists, moved towards the air and waved.

Their plasma boiled in blood vessels, and their anger burned in their chest cavity, completely burning up the little remaining for keeping themselves and following the rules.

They need to vent.

Venting means bleeding, death, chaos and disorder.

Everything made the general heartbroken. He looked at the mess on Trafalgar Square, looked at the blood slave officer who was hung by the crowd on the street lamp, and listened to the frenzied slogan. He closed his eyes in pain, and shed two lines of clear tears.

"The British Empire, the British Empire will be destroyed..."

Li Ang looked at the general's heartbroken expression with interest, and said casually:" Flesh and flesh are like grass and trees, glory like an epiphany, grass will wither, and flowers will wither, but Death is not the end, just like the truth forever.

Nothing is immutable. General, the British Empire may be here. Nirvana Rebirth on the ruins. Who knows?"

The general suddenly opened his eyes, broke away from the soldiers beside him trying to support him, and glared at Li Ang.

There is no need to ask simple and stupid questions like "Who are you?" or "What is your purpose?" The V-shaped monster standing in front of him at this moment is the secret mastermind of all this.

A thousand words are brewing in the general's chest. In just a few seconds, he has deduced hundreds of dialogue processes that may be carried out next.

From wagging his tail to begging for mercy, begging the other party to stop, do not continue to cause trouble; to righteously reprimanding the other party, and driving his subordinates to shoot at the other party; however, reason tells him that all this All in vain.

All resistance and struggle are in the opponent's plot against, and even the idea of ​​resistance and struggle is caused by the opponent's desire to be oneself.

The overall disparity between information and power made the general completely desperate. In this case, he calmed down instead, used his will to resist the severe pain in the waist and abdomen, stood up hard, stood up, slowly said : "Your Excellency, no matter who you are or what you want, so far, you have succeeded. You have successfully used wisdom and means to turn London into a sea of ​​fire."

Li Ang grinned, "I am not proud of this. If you intend to use flattery to please me, I am afraid you will be disappointed."

"Indeed."

The general is slow Shook the head, "Even if we use all means, sacrifice everything we can sacrifice, and make the most tenacious resistance, in your eyes, it is probably just a futile effort by mantis trying to stop a chariot, right?"

Li Ang raised his eyebrows in amazement, "Then you are surrendering?"

The general pressed his lips tightly. He scanned the noisy and fanatical crowd, a trace of relief flashed across his face." In 1917, the cruiser Aurora on the Neva River in Fort St. Peter, Russia, pushed a 152mm blank shell into the cannon, moved towards the Winter Palace and fired. This was the first sound of the October Revolution.

There is no revolution in the breech era. The people alone will always be impossible to defeat the professional army with sophisticated weapons."

The general paused and looked at the people in uniform uniforms. Said: "Since your Excellency can give the people the martial power to resist Blood Race, you must have taken into account the factor of the modern army.

If Blood Race is committed to carrying out a carpet-like saturation bombing of London, again How many people can survive?"

The general stared at Li Ang with fierce eyes, said solemnly: "Your Excellency is a genius, and the innate talent of ingenuity and intellect brings certainty The degree of cruelty and ruthlessness.

Those beautiful things that can be understood and cherished by mortals are garbage shit not worth mentioning in the eyes of geniuses. They will always use contemptuous eyes to try to control the'real world' "This crazy wild beast."

The general paused and said calmly: "The reality world will struggle endlessly. No matter how you try to control domestication, the reality world will eventually throw you to the ground. Use that The iron hoof tramples you back and forth and tells you a cruel truth-people always have their limits. One day, reality will give you a cruel and decisive backlash..."

Li A ng grinned and said indifferently: "General, no matter how much you say at this moment, it's just the cry of the defeated dog. No matter if you use the case of the Aurora, hit side by side, name oneself and want to surrender;

You still beat me with slogans like'reality is a wild beast', showing that own use Value;

None can influence my judgment. I look down on the so-called military forces you represent, and naturally I can’t mention recruiting. "

The general's face flushed, and after being touched, he also put out his thoughts of surrender, and could only say with a straight face: "Your Excellency, you have been thinking too much." "

"hehe," Li Ang laughed at will, turned around, ignoring this well-feeling United Kingdom general.

The regular army? Among the top bureaucrats in United Kingdom Pro-human elements?

These people are probably all on the fence, two sides. Whichever has the advantage, support whichever side, whichever promises greater benefits, support whichever side, if you really let these high-ranking officials go When the nobles join the violent revolution, they may steal Life Fruit in minutes and cultivate a new class of interests.

Speaking of one thousand, ten thousand, they are just speculators, they have no fighting spirit. , Let alone faith.

The general was stunned, he could only stare at Li Ang’s away silhouette with resentment and could not say a word.

The soldier beside him hesitated.

Stepped forward and asked, "General, what should we do next? "

"...."

The general scanned the only remaining British troops and found that the faces of these big soldiers were mostly Blink with excitement and longing.

Even the British soldiers who had sworn absolute allegiance to the queen betrayed their honour?

The general knew very well that if oneself insisted on confronting Li Ang and the eight million residents of London, it would only Was crushed to pieces. The only way out is to master modern strategic-level lethal weapons in order to have enough bargaining chips in the chaotic situation.

For example, the Elizabethan ship is mooring at the bank of the Thames. The Empress...

"Go, we won't resist anymore, grab the ship. "