"For selfish vanity, humble sense of security and hypocritical prosperity, the differences between people are magnified, and society may have set up a series of scams, lies and hypocritical commitments to slow down the pace of human progress."

Yuri stood at the head of a rough floating ship full of Soviet style. Looking down from the porthole, the towering skyscrapers at a height of thousands of meters were just a larger box, and people were like ants. People who had not been transformed would definitely not see clearly.

"This is an old trick of the evil privileged class, great leaders. From the despicable feudal lords to the corrupt capitalists, all their efforts are to maintain order that favors them. As it turns out, as long as this order is moved, they act as quickly as a lady with a skirt lifted."

"So the people are weak, Varessa!" Yuri said decisively: "They can be deceived by a lie for a thousand years, and they can be deceived by other lies for ten thousand years. They are not worth looking forward to... but our allies do not believe this!"

"The monarch, rule, divine authority, religion and blood, and one obvious lie after another, and until now, there are still people who believe it."

"Because human nature is greedy, stupid, lazy and lazy, they have no ability to distinguish the truth. Because the people are weak, they do not have the ability to uphold the truth, overcome obstacles and create a future. All of this must be accomplished by steel firmness. And the people do not have such will!"

"Look at the old society! Varessa." The leader waved his hand and said firmly.

"Look at what life do the people live? They are worse than dogs. They are like tools for the activities of nobles, but they will not resist until they cannot survive. Let the residue be high and rule over for dozens of centuries!"

"What is driving social progress? It is the greed of the second-class master!"

"And the people are still worse than pigs and dogs! They are trapped by lies and whips. They are pulled by each other and dare not go further. The only time, the great leader Marxism-Lenin-Mao exposes the lies of the nobles, but what is the result?"

"A better lie tells them that surrender is the happiest life and the most reasonable life. Work is not for realizing oneself, but for living! Human transactions are not based on demand, but on the market... Oh my God! What a big lie they told! But the ridiculous thing is that the people believed it, so they betrayed the Soviets."

Varessa had to remind Yuri based on the consensus of the Communist League: "The leader, IMHO, it was the Soviets who betrayed them! Officials..."

"Then catch them and cut off their heads!" Yuri gestured angrily.

He held his hands behind his back and suppressed his anger: "They are too weak. They are not like the Soviets, without a fighting spirit. They are addicted to the lies of happiness, so the people need a steel-like will, a unified will."

Yuri raised his finger and shouted, "A voice!"

"That's my voice!" Yuri spread his hands.

"The Republic believes that human nature can be changed. As long as there is enough investment, a person can be perfected." Yuri sighed: 'But I don't believe it. Such a practice is too weak, the so-called ultimate humanity. It takes care of those people like a nanny, but cannot give them a firm will. Such practice cannot defeat the apocalypse!"

"The people need fighting spirit. If not, then give them a strong will!"

Yuri put on a telepathic helmet: "We need a will that is as firm as Stalin, as wise, absolutely fair, and indomitable as Lenin. My will is far from enough. I don't lack any of the weaknesses of human beings. I don't lack any of the stupidity that human beings should have. I don't have any of them. I want to be stronger... It's time to make sacrifices!"

He silently opened the soul beacon on the helmet and the floating ship, and looked back at his loyal guard for the last time, sighed: "I am still too weak, I feel water in the corners of my eyes... Well! It's vodka! If I lose control, let our allies destroy me!"

Yuri opened his arms and activated the spiritual beacon at that moment. In an instant, Yuri's spirit was connected with the Soviets. The absolutely correct and absolutely glorious personality created by the Republic and Soviet warriors inflated it into Yuri's body in an instant, causing his dry body to swell into muscle mass.

All the correct personalities of human beings are connected to the entire Soviet Union by the standards of a warrior and a Soviet warrior. Yuri's eyes widened, bloodshot on his eyes swelled, and a huge flow of information destroyed his personality within one ten thousandth of a second.

Yuri let out a deafening roar at the last moment: "For everything about the Soviets!"

"Varessa! I'm not a human being!"

At this moment, the Republic soldiers who were far away on the other side of the portal suddenly raised their guns in their hands, raised this retro weapon above their heads, and twenty-two cannons symbolizing the spirit of human combat, giving respect to the birth of the most powerful warrior in human history.

"No forgiveness, no hypocrisy, no weakness, our goal is to move towards the truth, forward! Move forward! Great Soviet warriors! Destroy everything in the old world, and everything in the new era is created by us, fight! Comrades, smash everything they see into ruins, abandon all hypocrisy and weakness, stand up! Comrades..."

In the bleak autumn wind, New Yorkers quickly walked through the bleak streets, wrapped themselves tightly with their clothes, and in the newspapers that were blown by the wind, the words were irrecognizable, and only the black title was vaguely visible: "The World Economy Lasts 39 Days of Great Depression".

"Sun Crisis: How many days will we be before the end of the world?"

"How long can humans last for a crisis outside the world?"

"The Fed is unable to control the depreciation of the US dollar"

The chaotic newspapers raked on the streets and slapped hard on the public facilities around them, adding a bit of loneliness to the atmosphere. A few pedestrians accelerated their pace and left this ghost-like street. In the darkness, only a few wild cats flashed quickly, creating a little vivid noise.

Since Skynet control, the population of New York has been getting smaller and smaller day by day. Now there are more American troops and war robots here than citizens. In addition, spies from various countries, members of mysterious organizations, superheroes and super criminals, the situation here has become increasingly out of control. A few citizens have also moved to the Brown District where government forces and superheroes are stationed.

This is the advance war zone invaded by aliens, the base stationed by the subordinates of the Demon King who destroyed the world, and the paradise for ambitious and underground organizations. The portal on his head reminds people all over the world that danger is near.

New Yorkers seem to be used to it.

That afternoon, most citizens heard a strange sound, just like the huge tall buildings and the howling wind torn apart, it was extremely shrill, and the wind in the whole of New York was a little stronger.

A huge shadow squeezed out from the hole directly above, and the vast shadow slowly spread, covering the sunshine. A huge, non-reflective metal mountain range pressed up from the horizon.

It was like a steel wall in front of me was crushing straight.

"I'm a Virgin Mary!" The New Yorkers, who thought their nerves had been tempered, looked at all this in a daze. They were not only shocked by this huge steel warship, but also terrifyingly, the familiar flags and signs that every American has more or less touched.

Seeing the fiery red color and the solidified blood-red smear makes people tremble.

In a faint sense, the chorus that rang out across the sky sounded in my ears.
Chapter completed!