Looking down from the sky, the majestic and magnificent red torrent covered all the streets around Trafalgar Square like a long-lasting exercise.

The essence of these red flows is the ether, the ether that is extremely rich.

Whether it was the blood slave officer present or the blood clans who looked at the entire scene through mini drones in the underground fortifications, they all widened their eyes and watched all this happen in disbelief, "How, how is it possible?"

You should know that any divine blood creature can control a certain amount of ether, but the energy attributes that each divine blood species is good at manipulating are different, and the most significant external difference is the color revealed by the ether.

"How can these humans have blood energy?" A blood slave officer said in a trembling voice. Compared to the oppression that the torrent gave him, what made him care more about was why these humans could use the red blood energy that the blood clan had exclusively.

"No, it's not blood."

Another vampire officer corrected him and whispered: "Don't you feel it? The energy itself..."

Indeed, unlike the vicious and vicious blood energy, the red torrent has such a broad and vast aura, warm and firm, just like the rising sun, sprinkling on the fields and the land.

Will interferes with reality, or using one's own heart to replace the heart of heaven, has always been a long-term discussion among mystical scholars from ancient and modern times.

It is undeniable that no matter which mysterious sect, it more or less agrees with the theory that "human will has higher priority than real matter."

Although the emergence of materialist dialectical philosophy in modern times criticizes this idealistic idea, is "will interfering with reality" really a total mistake?

Li Ang doesn't think so.

He tampered with the casting certificates of thousands of magic net users. The nanometals could automatically liquefy at critical moments, cover the human body again, and expand more army of magic net users.

With the launch of the ether energy towers set up in various parts of London, endless ethers surged over.

Such a huge amount of ether is definitely not something that ordinary people can accept. Even a strong man like Dumbledore, a blood clan elder, would be "supported" by a huge amount of ether at the first time.

The solution that Li Ang came up with was parallel connection in the circuit.

He regards hundreds of thousands or millions of people as load-bearing nodes in the Ethernet network and shares the burden of such a huge amount of Ethernet.

Although these people know nothing about how to summon and control the Ether, the uniforms they wear can also help them to follow their original hearts without consciousness and carry out the simplest extraordinary energy catharsis - the light cannon.

The extreme emotions such as anger, sadness, and indomitableness in the hearts of the people were also integrated into the light cannon.

Coupled with the auxiliary guidance of the "super aiming" spell casting equipment, light cannons like Red Torrent have become invincible strategic-level weapons.

This energy instinctively aroused the fear of the blood slaves. They stretched out their long and narrow fangs, and scarlet blood could rise from under their feet, forming a shining shield to block the torrent.

However, it is useless.

The red torrent flowing out of the people's chests swept across the entire Trafalgar Square with lightning speed and swallowed up hundreds of blood slaves.

The red torrent was hustle and bustle, like a solid light flood, rushing along the gaps of the square wall bricks.

After a long time, the torrent disappeared.

Everyone held their breath and looked to the center of Trafalgar Square.

On the stone floor covered with barbed wire, low cement walls, and machine gun post tower, the group of ordinary human soldiers were still standing there. They looked at themselves blankly, and after confirming that they were still alive, they looked at each other.

And those blood slaves melted.

That’s right, like popsicles in the hot summer and shaved ice in the scrapped refrigerator, these blood slaves tend to be semi-melt.

Most of them kneel in place, with carbon fiber knee pads touching the ground and rubbing against Shashuo.

In the eyes of the blood slaves, their eyes had quietly broken, and light yellow crystal liquid was flowing out of the hollow eye sockets.

They didn't scream, and to be more precise, they could no longer scream—most of the blood slaves' cheeks were covered with holes and scars, and their hollowed mouth was filled with cool and swaying wind.

What's even more creepy is that the chest skin of these blood slaves was completely ulcerated, and the red and white skin was exposed in the air, and the heart that was jumping below could be seen through the ribs.

The rotten plasma spilled all over the floor, and the black and red blood stirred the dust, and the top blood layer had formed a solid blood scab.

"Candle, melted candle."

Among the crowd, I don’t know who muttered to myself, and this extremely appropriate metaphor immediately gained the deepest recognition of others.

"No! No!"

Sir Humphrey Applebill stared at the scene of the miniature drone conducting it, watching it happening in disbelief.

He gritted his teeth and couldn't help but tremble. Behind him was Prime Minister Rachel Ross with a calm expression.

"Humphry, you lost."

Prime Minister Ross shook his head and said, "Who could have thought that the young Chinese entrepreneur, who seemed ordinary, turned out to be a deep water giant crocodile. He is the player in this game."

"Shut up!"

Sir Apbill, who had completely given up his "decent" suddenly turned his head, looked like a madman, and roared sharply: "What do you know? The blood clan is invincible and can defeat everything. No one can provoke our glory! No one!"

The roar of this blood clan had exceeded the limit of endurance of the human body. Prime Minister Ross, who faced Sir Humphrey Applebill, had faint bloodstains in his ears and noses, and the capillaries on the skin on his body also broke one after another. His whole body turned pink and looked extremely miserable and terrifying.

Sir Applebill reveals his fangs

Take a half step forward and grab Prime Minister Ross' neck with one hand, "Damn it! Tell me, woman, what do you know?"

Prime Minister Ross coughed with difficulty, her face flushed red, and there were bright red handprints on her slender neck, but she still looked at Sir Applebill with a cold look, without saying a word.

"Enough, Humphrey!"

A certain vampire took a step forward and stopped Sir Apbill from killing the Prime Minister of a country. "What we have to do now is to stop the losses! Find out who Li Ang is! What exactly he wants!"
Chapter completed!