Marvel – Immortal Path

The drone above London still hovered, faithfully relaying the picture.

The city has been ruled by chaos and turned into a land of no one.

The people shouted all kinds of slogans, breaking through the gates of mansions, villas, and hotels, dragging dignitaries from the houses, forcing these "influential figures" to kneel side by side in the middle of the road, like dead pigs.

Blood Race, werewolves, bureaucrats, litigators, capitalists, media tycoons....

These influential figures of the British Isles with faces and faces burst into tears and kowtow for mercy, but no matter what they do , What to say, the fanatical people will not care, just grinning and wrapping the rope around their necks.

Perhaps it’s a person who is about to die and speaks well, or it is simply fear of Death. Some of the rich and powerful have looked away a lot before dying, and they can even leave a dying period for oneself as decently as possible. Prayer.

"All the blame for me has nothing to do with me. May my blood make the happiness of British stronger."

"I forgive me for the bad luck People."

"Freedom, how many sins are acting in your name."

Unfortunately, it is just like the French emperor Louis XVI on the guillotine, these British dignitaries calm and composed. The posture did not prevent the arrival of the established destiny-after all, reality is not a novel. Laughing three times before dying cannot make the enemy postpone the act of killing own.

Hanged, hanged, or hanged.

Soon, dead bodies were hung up on the street lights of London's streets and alleys, and they were swaying in the wind like banners.

In the underground fortifications, there is dead silence.

"Untouchables, these damn untouchables!"

Sir Humphrey Appleby trembled all over, moved towards the screen roaring, surging blood energy like vortex in him Circling around, but no one dared to come forward to remind him, for fear that the jazz's rage would surge and accidentally cause friendly injuries.

"Don’t they know? It was us who provided the British Empire with a template for the capitalist republic; it was we who made the monarchy on the British islands just a passing scene. Without our Blood Race , These untouchables are still digging in the ground!"

Sir Applebill looked at the dead compatriots one by one on the screen, only feeling that the plasma in the blood vessels was about to solidify. "It’s provided by our Blood Race. A free and democratic system has provided two modern industrial revolutions, but they are not grateful, and even repay us with a twisted rope, these damn untouchables..."

The Standing Secretary of the Imperial Cabinet snarled indignantly twice, and then barely suppressed the grief and anger, thinking about countermeasures.

The eight million residents of London are obviously not something that the sparsely populated Blood Race can fight against. Even if the Blood Race is really cruel, bombing the London city centre with weapons of mass destruction will surely result It will end with the failure of Blood Race.

"The reason why Blood Race can climb to the top is because of its concealment. This time the news of Blood Race has been known to 8 million London residents. Any attempt to block information leakage is not Realistic.

From a strategic point of view, we have already lost."

Sir Humphrey Appleby recovered his calm and calmly analyzed: "In this storm After that, the whole world will know about Blood Race. We will no longer be able to maintain a secret position. We are bound to lose some of the original authority, and even all basic disks.

Now we can only stop loss. This path can be taken."

He lifts the head abruptly and said to the other Blood Races in the underground fortifications: "Call Hydra, don’t they want to perform the second sea lion operation? Just let the lunatics Hydra Let’s fight against the eight million residents of London."

Everyone present at the underground fortifications are all highly educated intellectuals. Not to mention the knowledge of astronomy and geography, at least there is no problem with Bogutong today. Naturally, the sea lion project is clear. What is it.

In July 1940, shortly after the start of World War II, in order to conquer the British Isles, the head of the German 3rd Empire ordered Germany’s Air Force Commander Goering to issue a combat plan to concentrate three air force groups and more than two thousand combat aircraft. , 13 divisions, thousands of ships, engaged the British army over the English Channel.

The British army, which is not dominant in strength, barely maintained the situation, and with the help of the head of state’s strategic mistakes, dragged the German forces into a war of attrition that bombarded the enemy’s capitals, thereby gaining a respite. The Sea Lion Project ended without a problem.

With the sea lion plan mentioned by Sir Humphrey Applebill and the word Hydra, the quick-thinking Blood Race and human bureaucrats immediately guessed the following.

"What?!"

A Blood Race member questioned: "Sir, you want to get ** to London?"

"That's right. "Sir Appleby nodded, said indifferently: "Doesn't the Lord Li Ang like to see the world being burned? Then let the fire come more violently.

Hydra's invasion can let us There is an excuse to bomb the centre of London. This will not only eliminate the London residents in the riots, but also protect our compatriots.

The most important thing is that those Hydra’s appetites are more than that, they War will burn across every land in Europe.

Such a chaotic Europe is suitable for our Blood Race to rest and rejuvenate."

Sir Applebill soon persuaded the others Blood Race assisted him in transferring the dignitaries in the underground fortifications, applying to the Blood Race clan, contacting the Blood Race generals in the United Kingdom Army and Air Force, and abandoning the armed security forces near the British Strait.

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The scarlet blood water flows along the cracks in the masonry, across the street, slides along the iron fence into the sewer pipe, joins the Thames, and stains the river. Red and smelly, like purgatory.

Li Ang wandered casually on the stone pavement along the banks of the Thames, casually sniffing the burning smell in the air.

He walked through Grimmauld Place where Phoenix Club is located, walked through Kings Cross Street where Diagon Alley is located, and found that all the doors leading to the wizard world were tightly closed.

These wizards still adhere to the principle of "non-interference in the Muggle world" and want to stay out of this chaos.

"Isolationism with the characteristics of the British Empire."

Li Ang indifferent expression, curl one's lip, continue to move forward.

He came to the museum where the Sorcerer League was located, and found that the door was closed there too, not even a trace of rays of light was exposed-obviously these Sorcerers were thinking about not helping each other.

"Another coward."

Li Ang grinned and turned to leave.

He continued to walk forward, and there were enthusiastic people holding torch running by him-these London residents would pour gasoline on the blood race corpse to make the flames more vigorous.

Suddenly, the moonlight dimmed suddenly.

People holding torch and oil drums looked up, only to see the outline of a huge object in the gloomy clouds.

The airships, dozens or hundreds of cigar-shaped airships sprayed with the **swastika, sailed out of the clouds and drove over London.