Chapter 480 He's still exporting! He's still exporting!
For a moment,
Audiences around the world thought they saw the light!
Boom——!
The unparalleled pale beam penetrated the arched stained glass dome of the Hall of Valor Hall, and various colorful glass fragments fell like a colorful rain towards the oversized red conference table directly below.
Fortunately, there was no one here at this moment. Although the black-robed judges who guarded the entrances like door gods blocked the door to the outside, they did not prohibit the delegation members from various countries from leaving the conference table.
Maybe they have this idea in mind.
But at this moment, the countless men in clown masks who broke through the windows around them were the enemies in front of them that forced them to suppress such thoughts and concentrate all their mental alertness.
When the last glass shard fell to the ground, it made a crisp sound.
The meeting hall of the Hall of Valor has turned into a large chimney. Looking up, you can see the frightened white pigeons above you flying past in a "human" shape and taking refuge further away.
Seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.
Any kind of animal instinct.
But in the conference hall at this moment, the representatives from various countries who had their way out blocked and could only huddle together in a group could only try their best to avoid the broken glass in embarrassment, and their eyes fell on the Nine-Blade Heavenly Guide in the middle.
On the men of the dragon tribe.
Dicko Rhine.
One of the few strongest people in the Nine-Fifth Realm among the Heavenly Guide Nine Blades, at this moment, his body was emitting an incandescent light that was more dazzling than the scorching sun!
Light ability!
Talent Sequence 22 Same Sequence [Electric Rhythm]
Controls the laws of electric light.
Dicko Rhine's eyebrows slightly raised, his golden vertical pupils filled with a sarcastic look as he stared at Milde Munch, the descendant of the Lord of the Four Seas in front of him.
He suddenly shook his head and said, "Whether it is the anti-barbarian patriots or the Dawn Revolutionary Army. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk. The hypocrisy of human beings lies in the fact that they are obviously a group of careerists pursuing fame and wealth, but they insist on pretending to be saviors who save the suffering."
"Ahem."
Fifty years ago, he appeared in the north of the Cross Continent, and an old man with white hair appeared again, but he was very old.
The old man coughed for a while as he spoke, then raised his somewhat cloudy eyes and said, "We are different from the Dawn Revolutionary Army."
"What's the difference?"
Digao Rhine, who was born in the Tianlong Clan and has been admired by many stars since he was a child, had an even more sarcastic look in his golden vertical pupils.
He spoke even more unscrupulously, "Well, tell me, if one day you really go away and shit luck overthrows the world government, what kind of world do you want to create? You might as well take advantage of today's opportunity.
Speak freely with people all over the world.”
After finishing speaking, Digo Rhine looked at the old man with a playful expression, and the representatives from various countries around him also had confused and complicated expressions on their faces.
Yes, even if the world government is really overthrown, what will the world look like?
Who will rule?
Will it get better or worse?
At this moment, not only the representatives of various countries in the Hall of Heroes, but also Higashinohara, who stood silently behind Tokugawa Kurutora, and the members of the upper and lower houses.
Even in the public eye around the world,
They all fell on the wrinkled and aged face of the old man who was the descendant of those who fought against the foreigners a thousand years ago.
unexpectedly,
Faced with such a "shaking" question, the old man was silent for a short time. He quickly shook his head and said to Digo Rhine:
"You are wrong."
"I was wrong?"
"Yes."
The old man raised his dry bark-like eyelids, looked at the camera lens facing him from a crane not far away with his cloudy eyes, and said unhurriedly:
"Our generation of anti-foreign patriots does not want to create a certain kind of world, we only want to overthrow a certain kind of world."
"Why are the gods so noble in this world? Why are humans the pariahs? Why are the gods born in the sky, but humans only look up to them in awe?"
"If ability determines everything? Survival of the inferior is the law of this world. Then there are no fewer talented people among humans than heavenly beings? But why do they only suffer discrimination and injustice? They even live at sea amid some unwarranted persecution.
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Hearing what the old man said, someone from the Queen Antigone pirate group who followed them in today glanced at the old man with a complicated expression.
Those who fall into the grass are bandits, those who go into the sea are thieves.
Every pirate has his own story.
What if life could be happy and stable?
Who wants to be homeless?
"We don't want to live in such an unfair world. No one wants to live in such an unfair world, but the reality is that our fathers, our grandfathers, and our children all live in such a world."
“Human beings raise domestic animals, and gods have naturally turned human beings into domestic animals, but you don’t know that human beings are not domestic animals.
Even if they are locked up in a cage, human beings are still birds with every wing shining with the brilliance of freedom."
The old man paused after speaking here, raised his head and stared at the young man Digo Rhine with a condescending gaze, and said in a more solemn and powerful voice:
"So. What we need is not the perfunctory 'reform' that the world government has been giving out for thousands of years. What we need is revolution and the complete overthrow of this world."
"As for how to rebuild this topsy-turvy world, sorry, that will happen a long time ago."
"Crossing the mountains and ridges,
It's never easy,
But we always have to climb a mountain first, and then think about how to cross that ridge."
This descendant of the "Lord of the Four Seas" who fought against the barbarians for thousands of years,
Mild Munch,
He did not use flowery rhetoric to describe an exciting and grand blueprint for his followers like most leaders of the revolutionary army.
On the contrary,
The old man's words were very plain and simple.
Just like an old farmer who is diligently burying his head in the fields, he speaks sincere words such as "sow the seeds and wait for God to reward you before you can consider the harvest."
However, precisely because of this, the old man's words made the representatives from various countries around him lose their confusion and look a little thoughtful.
Digao Rhine of the Tianlong Clan raised his hand to dig his ears, shook his head and said, "You may have said some things right, but there is one thing where you made a very obvious mistake."
"What happened?" the old man asked.
"It is not the gods who decide to become the nobles of the world, but humans themselves."
Digo Rhine looked at the old man with a smile and said slowly and slowly, "Physical body, talent, appearance. It is not that difficult to admit the excellence of heaven and man."
"Excellent people always take on more responsibilities and take charge of the world. Correspondingly, the world will give them more power. This is the law of the world."
"Even if there are no gods,
Isn’t this the same way that humans themselves are divided into distinct classes from within?”
"Overthrow the world government. Haha, and then go through endless killings and wars to determine who is the best group of rulers. The cycle starts over and over again. The reincarnation is endless. Are you sure. Is this the kind of world you want?"
Having said this, Digao Rhine opened his arms flatly, looked around at everyone with a calm expression and said, "In contrast, because of the existence of heavenly beings like us with noble blood, we have avoided fearless war and killing."
"Isn't it really bad in a world where you can tell who are the best at a glance?"
The sunlight above the dome fell on Digao Rhine's blond slightly curly hair, and everyone stared blankly at the strong and powerful celestial being in front of them.
The golden eyes of Tianren exude mysterious and profound charm all the time. Such a person is the best leader no matter where he is.
For a moment, the human people who had been thoughtful just now during this live broadcast that was open to the whole world suddenly fell into a bit of confusion again.
Maybe heavenly beings
Are they really nobler than humans by blood?
This idea just popped into some people's minds.
Without warning, a familiar yet unfamiliar strange voice suddenly came from the scene.
"Sorry to interrupt."
"I'm very curious about why a group of prisoner escapees who were imprisoned in a cage a few years ago stubbornly believe that they have a 'superior' bloodline?"
This voice was very abrupt and ethereal. It was very elusive. It was even a bit unclear. However, many people easily extracted a few key words from his words.
some years ago
In a cage.
Prisoner.
Escapees.
These four keywords instantly rushed into the minds of countless people around the world through the live broadcast, and most people had a look of confusion on their faces for the first time.
Only a small number of people with quick minds and familiar with the not-so-secret history of a thousand years ago quickly linked these keywords to the sudden appearance of the world thousands of years ago and started a mighty war with mankind.
The "ancestors of heaven and humans" contacted each other during the tragic war.
etc.
Could it be that those heavenly ancestors?
I have to say,
This news is so shocking!
So shocking!
Many people, whose ancestors and even their genes have been engraved with awe of the noble bloodline of heaven and humans, couldn't help but tremble!
How is this possible?!
At the same time, the faces of the heads of the nine great families in the sky who were watching the live broadcast of the World Conference through various channels from all over the Kyoto metropolitan area suddenly became as gloomy as dark clouds, so gloomy that they could shed water.
Lies don’t hurt,
The truth is the sharpest knife.
"Noble bloodline? Tsk, tsk, tsk! It's okay for you to lie to humans, don't lie to yourself."
"We are under the roof. It doesn't matter if humans are deceived. It can also give you a little more comfort. But after you say these words, think about it, will your face not be red? Your heart will not be panic? Who else besides humans will believe it?"
This is you?"
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In the spacious and spacious meeting hall of the Hall of Valor,
Amidst the dull expressions on countless people's faces, that ethereal and bizarre voice is still "outputting".
And the person who was saying this was naturally Higashinohara who had donned an "authentic" clown mask at some point and quietly infiltrated into that anti-foreign patriot.
at this moment,
The Tianlong Tribe's Digao Rhine, who was standing there, had his whole face turned into a pig-colored color under the countless complicated gazes. He still had the arrogant and contemptuous aura he had just half a year ago.
It's not that he doesn't want to refute, it's just that the information transcribed in these "sacred texts" is too secretive.
In addition to the various heads of the family, even if he is the second generation head of the Tianlong Clan, he is not qualified to have access to many sacred texts.
So that at this moment,
Dicko Laing was also completely shocked by the explosive news released by Higashinohara, and he was still a little bit unconscious.
"Kill them!"
However, at this moment, an indifferent and emotionless voice suddenly came from his headset.
"Master, that's true."
"Do what you have to do."
In an instant, Digao Rhine was shocked and his mind suddenly came to his senses.
He glanced coldly at the people wearing clown masks, unable to tell where the voice just came from, and said in a stern tone, "No matter who you are, the rumormonger! You must die!"
In an instant, the other seven members of the Nine Blades of Heavenly Man immediately took a step forward and started to organize themselves.
Although not all are in the 95th realm!
But these and that are both ninth-level powerhouses!
Milde Munch, the descendant of the Lord of the Four Seas, also recovered from the shocking revelation just now.
But it is obviously not the time to verify the truth or falsehood.
He suddenly put one hand on his chest, and a series of complicated gestures quickly formed a ninth-level spell!
In an instant, a layer of unknown medium flowing like mercury was centered on him, and like a cage, it contained all the Clown Masks and the Nine Blades of Heavenly Guide including him.
This is certainly not a prison.
In fact, this is a rare space spell no less than the rare spell Hidden Sword Summoning, except that the former is the fourth level, while the one the old man is currently performing is the ninth level.
Ninth-level magic. Unlimited brawl!
This apparent "cage" does not restrict the freedom of movement of anyone inside or outside.
The only characteristic is to isolate all abilities from impact.
This means that as long as the parliamentarians from various countries who stick to the wall outside do not take the initiative to walk in, they will not be affected by the aftermath of the fierce battle between the ninth-level powerhouses.
Of course, if the Heavenly Guided Nine Blades try to move the battlefield and take the initiative to step out of the scope of this [Unlimited Brawl], the impact of the activated ability will of course accidentally injure innocent members of each country's delegation.
But in this case,
Their plans would be meaningless.
You must know that the reason why the Heavenly Guided Nine Blades chose the location for the ambush today is in the Hall of Valor Hall where the World Conference is being held.
On the one hand, these nine "private armed forces" who are high in the clouds don't care about the life and death of human beings:
On the other hand, they are planning to take the opportunity of the world broadcast to completely convert these anti-foreign patriots into the ranks of terrorists in the event of "accidental injury".
But now, Milde Munch, the descendant of the "Lord of the Four Seas", has launched the ninth-level technique [Unrestricted Brawl] to isolate energy impacts.
If the Heavenly Guided Nine Blades went out of this area to "accidentally injure" innocent people in front of the whole world, I'm afraid it would be rubbing the IQ of the people around the world to the ground.
“It’s such a long-awaited breath!”
Milde Munch, a descendant of the "Lord of the Four Seas" who stood at the forefront of the anti-foreign warriors, sighed with emotion, and his face became extremely hard and resolute.
Thousands of years ago,
It was on that bloody battlefield in the dark sky that the Nine Blades of Heaven and their ancestors became the most dazzling presence.
Thousands of years later.
"Then... do it again!"
Accompanied by the passionate voice of "Lord of the Four Seas" Milde Munch, Barrett White Star, Duchenne Marvin and many other ninth-level powerhouses standing in the same row with him stepped forward with solemn expressions.