Marvel – Immortal Path

"ha ha ha, London, London!"

"We are back."

"Blood, Death, familiar taste. ..."

German soldiers grinned wildly, and their exposed fingers clenched the guns in their hands. Their skin was bloodless and extremely pale, in stark contrast to the dense blood energy fluctuations lingering around their bodies. .

Different from the historical photos that are widely circulated on the Internet, the SS standing in the center of London at this moment lacks a trace of solemnity and uniformity, and a trace of religious fanaticism and hysteria. .

The bombing raindrops thrown by the airships are sparse. Even if Li Ang destroys several homes, the remaining giant airships have completed their own mission-turning London into a battlefield.

A modern metropolis symbolizing human civilization, in the face of carpet bombing, it is impossible to withstand a single blow. A bomb with a cost of tens of thousands of USD is enough to destroy office buildings with a price tag of hundreds of millions of dollars and build up humans. Destroyed his wealth.

Screams and cries are endless, the explosion of fire and smoke, and the cold faces of dead corpses below, together with the blood race corpse on the street lamp, outlines the intersection of red and black Cool screen.

To make matters worse, the remaining airships have also opened their cabins.

Thousands of ** soldiers swooped down wearing hang gliders, using squad as the organization, and scattered to every corner of London.

The chaos was still spreading, and a smooth male voice suddenly sounded in the sky.

"Hey hey hey, can you hear it?"

This German voice from high altitude is so loud that no one can ignore it.

On the largest and most magnificent airship, the radio and broadcasting device mounted on it transmits the sound to every corner of London.

The major, the low fatty with three or seven points of blond hair, stood on the command bridge of the airship, and calmly said to the microphone: "I heard please reply, I heard please reply."

At an altitude of nearly a kilometer, it is naturally impossible for someone to reply to the major. The only urban air defense system that can respond has also been instructed to suspend work by Blood Race, and has been instructed by Blood Race to stop work. A wave of air strikes blew up all of them.

So, the major seemed a bit lonely in the absence of any response.

He grinned indifferently, scratching his fat and greasy chin through his white silk gloves, "introduce myself, I am a major, from the military guard who has been erased from the file. The major of the army.

Please note, don’t confuse me with those Hydras. They are just a group of incompetent cowards who have abandoned their faith, and I am the real successor of the head will."

Just as he was dragging the tail to speak, the side of the airship suddenly opened, and a row of bomb bays extending from it was filled with round and straight missiles.

The major snapped his fingers casually, and several missiles immediately flew out of the bomb bay, dragging a long tail flame, and hitting certain seats in London in a lithe and graceful arc. building.

The building hit by the missile collapsed, and the huge smoke and dust column gradually raised was extremely conspicuous even in the dark.

The walkie-talkie hung on the side wall of the command bridge immediately sounded, and the major slowly picked up the communication equipment and placed it beside his ear.

"You damn, humble crap!"

Sir Humphrey Appleby’s voice came from the walkie-talkie, and the background sound was from when the building collapsed. There was a loud rumbling—it was obvious that the missile that the major had just ordered to launch was aimed at exactly where Humphrey and the others were.

Sir Appleby has lost the reserved and graceful Blood Race nobleman, moved towards the intercom flustered and exasperated and roared: "Why are you bombing us!? This is different from the agreement reached before. !"

"What agreement?"

Major curl one's lip, said with a smile: "You mean let us help Blood Race clean up the troubled people and slaughter the people of London, good Let Blood Race continue through the ages agreement?"

Sir Humphrey Appleby gritted his teeth and said word by word from his pale teeth: "Your funds are We help, you can hide in the world is our cover, your ability to penetrate the English Channel air defense firepower net is our instruct, and even your artificial Blood Race transformation plan is provided by us.

Since the Thirteen Clans can accomplish you, they can easily destroy you."

The major smiled contemptuously, and said casually: "Access to power will always make people mistakenly believe that they have power. At present, the so-called The thirteen clans are just bats that have lived in the dark for a long time."

Without waiting for Sir Apple to answer, the major hung up the phone and Shi Shiran walked back to the center of the bridge, coughing twice. Calmly said:

"Masters! I like war very much!"

"Masters! I like war very much!"

He pulled it casually The collar of the white suit allows the neck to relax as much as possible, and the bleak white light from the lighting is reflected on the eye glasses.

"I like annihilation war!"

"I like lighting war!"

"I like defense war!"

"I He likes raids!"

He spoke very quickly in German, and as the speech progressed, he would raise his arms, clenched his fists, and wave violently, just like the exalted head of state. .

"Plains! Streets! Trenches! Grasslands! In the mud! On the wetlands!"

"I like all the wars that take place on Earth!"

"I like the neatly lined up artillery, bursting into the enemy's formation with the rumbling sound! When the enemy's soldiers are so shocked that they fly into the air and are shot into a hornet's nest, my heart will dance with excitement."

"I like the tank soldiers driving Tiger Style tanks and using 88mm cannons to destroy the enemy tanks. When the enemy soldiers screamed out of the burning tank, they were strafed by the MG42 machine gun and killed me. The mood is really refreshing!"

The major spoke wildly, his crystal clear and near-transparent sticky saliva dripped from his lush white teeth, and his pupils widened because of extreme excitement were full of bloodshot eyes. .

"I like war, but I don’t treat war as everything."

"War is a method, it is the continuation of political confrontation, which always arises under a certain political situation. And it can only be caused by a certain political motive."

"Political motives are often driven by economic interests."

"Deprivation, exploitation, plunder, war All the reasons for this can be summarized as economic imbalance and inequality. As long as there is a deviation in social wealth, conflicts, contradictions and even wars will never be avoided."

"I don’t like to see this situation. Europe is chaotic and disorderly, conquering each other, and the ambition for power pushes speculators to scramble to climb."

The major pushed the round glasses on the bridge of his nose more truly, and said indifferently: "I think Seeing a unified Europe, a unified Europa, a unified Europe beyond the expectations of Gregory VII, Urban II, Innocent III and even the head of state.

All European residents, All will be transformed into a man-made Blood Race. There is no need to hate each other because of religion, race, ethnicity, country, culture and many other factors. Everyone will be unified under the great whole of Europa and fight for the advancement of Europa. For life!"

"Those who approve of this idea will be unscathed; and those who disobey this idea will face the fiercest war we have given."

The major grinned and said lowly into the microphone: "Now, the last battallion, my fellow robes, please start your performance."