There was a dead silence.

Constantine and Harry Potter looked at each other and walked forward.

Their will run through the magic net, and the people around them were inspired by synesthesia and took a step forward together.

It is difficult to describe this scene in words. Millions of London residents, because their physical conditions are different, have different time and strength of lifting their legs, taking steps, and stomping their feet.

Brush,

The uneven but unexpectedly harmonious and orderly footsteps are connected, like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis.

Men, women, elderly, children, Scots, English, Irish, Anglo-Saxons, Celtics, religious, atheist...

All benchmarks or standards used to divide people have lost their meaning at this moment, and these people wearing uniforms have become a whole.

Sir Humphrey Applebill watched this scene through the screen, and he felt cold sweat behind him. The sticky touch of the fabric sticking to his skin made him, who had always been noble and elegant, almost crazy.

He couldn't help but murmur, calling on the name that had a black humorous atmosphere in the mouth of the blood clan, "Oh God..."

In Trafalgar Square, the people seemed a little confused.

They looked at the semi-melt blood slave officers and vaguely knew the power they had, but they didn't know where the power came from, and they didn't know how to deal with this scene.

They need a leader.

“This is the best time, this is the worst time;”

Constantine walked out of the crowd and said loudly: "This is an age of wisdom, this is an age of stupidity; this is a season of light, this is a season of darkness."

The shadow of the crowd was a little turbulent, and everyone knew that this was what Charles Dickens said in the opening chapter of The Twin Cities.

"This is a spring of hope, this is a winter of disappointment;"

“There is everything before people, there is nothing before people;”

“People are embarking on the road to heaven, and people are heading to the gates of hell.”

Constantine walked to the center of the square and faced the confused ordinary soldiers and the British people in all directions, and said solemnly: "This is our country, our British Empire."

Harry Potter also walked out, and he exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the warm breath was like a white dragon in the cold air.

He stood shoulder to shoulder with Constantine and said calmly: "Our British Empire came from the glory of history, and walked away with foreseeable and irreversible thoughts on the afterglow of the sunset.

This North Sea island country finally ushered in a period of decline, and was affected by the decadent and declining development speed. Various social contradictions and drawbacks can no longer be suppressed and finally exposed.

The high welfare society has created decadence and despair; hope cannot be seen, despair cannot be seen; there are many values ​​that are so different that it can open a museum; there are endless news and news, which makes people wonder whether they are in the Demon Kingdom...

The abundant social welfare has numbed our clear minds, shrank our strong bodies, and further submerged us from the perfect lies compiled by bureaucrats and politicians.

Mainstream values ​​have been poisoned by Bai Zuo's thoughts, and their face to face history has evolved into a bottomless surrenderism. The moral attitude of attaching importance to emotions is higher than the truth, and playing with identity politics and sense of group identity.

Please do not deny that, my fellow countrymen, before those Middle Eastern refugees poured into London and caused trouble, some of you would open your arms and welcome the refugees to join with "Big Love".

Harry Potter's eyes swept over and many people lowered their heads.

"In our UK, you can hear the empty and boring propaganda slogan from Downing Street, who drove us with patriotic education and responsibility, telling us that we should fight for the rise of the British Empire since childhood, as if we were the masters of the British Empire."

"But this is not the case. We are not the masters, nor even the masters of our own destiny."

"We are just livestock, slaves, and food."

"The so-called quality education and happy education have fattened us, making us feel unprecedentedly lacking in our understanding of war, and sneered at the great spirits of bloodshed, sacrifice, hard work, struggle, and dedication, and even smeared the sages and martyrs, vilified the national heroes, and made up history," he said.

"Enjoy the rich material conditions in a high welfare society, bewildered by the spiritual opium produced by capitalism, carefree and full of food all day long."

Harry Potter paused and continued, "Only at the rarest time, the insightful people in the crowd, such as me, can raise their heads from the quagmire of lies and see through the truth of all this."

"The people there, thousands of miles away, were also raised into obese pigs. They were shocked by the terrible reality, confused by their own destiny, and even surrendered to the dark future, and were stuck in a way that was like the "Mahatma" Gandhi became a otakus who was separated from society by non-violent and non-cooperation, which is commonly known as the "Heisei waste."

"No matter how the media mouthpiece of Rimaru's media jumped out, saying, "You are poor because you don't work hard," "The Rimaru Empire needs bloody men to build together," and whip the people again and again, trying to keep the people running on this road where there is no future."

"Rimaru is sad. Greedy capitalists try their best to tap the foundation of the country, create high housing prices, medical care, and education costs, and try to squeeze out the last drop of value of the people and harvest the last trace of profit."

"Ask for benevolence and gain benevolence. The greedy capitalists and the arrogant and arrogant bureaucratic families who are separated from the masses have successfully destroyed Himaru's hope. The collapsed Heisei generation will lay the groundwork for Himaru's decline and even demise. It can be foreseen that in the not-distant future, Himaru's future will be dead and lifeless."

"So what happens to our fellow British Empire, who are facing the same situation as Himaru?"

Harry Potter glanced around and handed over the right to speak to Constantine.

"We who have recognized the reality of society are also insensitive and try to separate ourselves from society, like larvae formed with cocoons, and isolate all the troubles of the outside world."

"But, strangely, those media have not stopped our decadence in recent years."

"They did not try to spur or urge us to continue to devote ourselves to the intense production work. At most, they just commented a few words without any pain, and complained a few casually in a talk show on a nightclub to show their presence."

Constantine frowned deeply, and he secretly used magic to spread his voice to the square and even every corner of London.

"Is this normal? The meat eaters above the temple can see the decadence of the British people. Homosexuality, white left, historical nihilism, surrenderism, these ideological agents labeled "human rights equality" have eroded our brains and eroded the foundation of this country."

"Can't the bureaucrats in the British Empire's Parliament be seen? Can't the London news media claim to reveal the ugly reality? If this continues, the British Empire will collapse irreversibly."

"No, they see it, they know."

Constantine took a deep breath, and the cold night wind and the fishy and sweet blood rushed into her lungs, "This is their conspiracy."

He pointed to the semi-melt, candle-like blood slave officers and said calmly: "Why don't these blood clans dare to expose their own existence?"

"Because they are afraid."

"They clearly know that the blood clan has a long life, a handsome face, a wisdom and talent beyond the vast majority of mortals, and an extraordinary power to make mortals surrender and bow down,"

"But at the same time, the blood clan is extremely fragile."

"In front of the people, the blood clan is just a paper tiger that can be penetrated with just one stab. It seems powerful, but in fact it is weak. Only by hiding their existence with the careful protection and flexible use of politicians and hiding their own existence can they avoid being exposed."

"Once the people awaken and discover their tremendous power, the blood clan can only run away with his head and fall into the ocean of people's war."

"The blood clan is unwilling to lose the authority of being superior, unwilling to lose the happiness of extravagance and extreme desire, and unwilling to do whatever he wants from power. So there is only one way before them: fool and manipulate the people, guide the people to remain stupid, and even eliminate the people who are disobeying discipline if necessary."

"The necessary situation refers to the present."

Constantine said: "The blood clan is gradually dissatisfied with the various things of the people. They want to completely replace tens of millions of people in London and even the United Kingdom. In order to achieve this goal, they can allow the white thoughts to poison young people, allow the fertility rate of the British Empire to decrease year by year, and even allow the bright colors of Middle Eastern refugees to penetrate every corner of the UK, like ink drops dripping into clear water."

"The blood clan wants to change the cage and change the birds, change the races, sweep everything from the Anglo-Saxons into the dust of history, and completely eliminate what we cherish, admire, and miss."

"What the blood clan wants is to fundamentally eliminate us."

Harry Potter took a step forward and said loudly: "And all we can do is counterattack. Resolute, tenacious, and no way out of retreat.

This is not a nationalist trend, but an opposition between two races and two classes. It cannot be mediated or regulated. Only one party can survive the corpse of the other and become the king of the new world."

Constantine hammered his chest with her fist and shouted: "Tell me, fellow citizens, are you willing to be killed by the blood clan until death?"

No one answered, and after a moment of anxiety and silence, a low voice of "Don't want to."

"Tell me, fellow countrymen, are you willing to continue to be fooled and manipulated?"

"I don't want to..." The voice became louder.

"Tell me, fellow countrymen, are you willing to return to a world woven entirely by lies and continue a life of insensitive and blind ignorance?"

"I don't want to." A hundred people have begun to respond.

"Tell me! Fellow countrymen! Are you willing to choose to be a coward for life on the night of November 5?"

"I don't want to!" Thousands of people answered this question, tsunami and tsunami.

"Tell me! Fellow countrymen! Do you want your children and descendants to be regarded as livestock and food forever by the blood clan?!"

"I don't want to!!!" The roars were connected, and the whole city was trembling.

"good!"

A grim smile flashed across Constantine's face. He stretched out his arms, controlled the ether, and lifted the blood slaves on the ground.

It has to be said that the vigorous vitality of the Blood Slave is really terrible. Even if half of the body completely melts, the Blood Slave will survive.

Constantine flipped her arms and fingers, and hung the blood slaves one by one on the street lights in full view of everyone in Trafalgar Square.

The necks of countless blood slaves were penetrated by iron street lights, and their dying bodies were swaying in the wind, just like yellow leaves in the autumn wind.

Blood kept sliding down the street lights, ticking, ticking.

"good!"

The public's call for money suddenly rang, and countless people were roared.

Their hearts were beating wildly, and the elegance embellished by civilization was vulnerable to the face of barbaric nature.

The fanaticism about the violent revolution is spreading.

Constantine snapped her fingers, flew out of her fingertips, flew into the sky, illuminating the night sky like a fire.

The mottled light spots split in the air, floating like fine sand, slowly moving their positions, gradually pieced together cumbersome patterns.

The people below looked up and soon someone identified what the pattern wanted to express.

"This is... the map of Greater London!"

Greater London is a first-level administrative division under England, and is a metropolitan area composed of the capital London and its surrounding satellite towns.

London, Westminster, Kensington-Chelsea, Hammersmith-Fulham... Every city, every street, and every building are all visible on the wide map.

The people looked at this special effect blockbuster scene in a dumbfounded manner, but saw thousands of red dots appearing in the light map.

Those red dots are distributed throughout Greater London. If you carefully identify them, you can see that most of the red dots will appear in luxury houses, villas, luxury hotels and other places.

"These are the addresses of the blood clan."

Constantine smiled and said, "Now, let's go hunt them."

The crowd began to move, moving towards the direction where the blood clan was.
Chapter completed!