The real master of the United States of America has never been a so-called great commander like Joseph Perden.
He can only be regarded as a spokesperson at best.
Likewise, it will not be those arrogant representatives and senators in the House of Representatives and the Senate.
It is not the so-called Illuminati or the Freemasons, nor is it as simple as a military-industrial group or a financial consortium.
The real owner of Mo Lijian is the Mo Fed.
As the central bank of Magic, the Magic Fed has strong independence.
Although it accepts the supervision of the Morician Congress, even the great commander of Morician cannot arbitrarily implement economic policies that are outside the scope of its control.
Otherwise, there is only a dead end.
For example, Le Zong, who was killed by a psychotic gunman, is a lesson learned from the past.
To put it more bluntly, Mo Li Jian’s monetary system has always been tightly controlled by the Mo Fed.
However, the Magic Fed does not belong to the Mo Lijian government.
It is a private institution.
So who is the owner of the Magic Fed?
The answer is...thousands of Magic Banks.
They are the real shareholders of the Magic Fed and the ultimate manipulators.
However, if the Magic Fed wants to operate normally, it must be within the overall financial policy framework of the Magician government.
Otherwise, the Magic Fed will not be able to obtain benefits and will not be able to develop healthily and normally.
Therefore, the Magic Fed will continue to adjust its monetary policy in line with the development of Magic.
After all, the Mo Yuan hegemony system ultimately requires the cooperation of the military power of the Mo Li Jian government. Only when the hegemonic position of the United Mo Li Jian is stable, can the Mo Yuan Fed continue to harvest the world and suck the blood of other countries.
Therefore, strictly speaking, there is no clear absolute master in Mo Lijian who can turn the entire United States into his own country.
In other words, those military-industrial groups, financial consortiums, parliaments at all levels, military forces, etc. are all the masters.
They cooperate with each other and confront each other, constantly promoting the development and advancement of the entire United States of Magic.
And now these 'masters' all believe that the existence of Yan Qingyang has effectively hindered the development of the United States and hindered their own interests.
Therefore, Mo Lijian's 'masters' decided to kill Yan Qingyang completely.
They knew how powerful Yan Qingyang was and how dangerous he was, but they still decided to do it.
There is no other reason.
Just because these white-skinned pigs exude a stench of greed and arrogance from head to toe, no matter how you reason with them, no matter how you analyze their pros and cons, it is of no use. The only way is to trample them under your feet.
Let them cry and lick their shit to fully understand the reality.
The so-called fear of power but not virtue.
The white-skinned pig of Angsa, who is a pure pirate culture at heart, only eats this way, and only deserves to eat this way.
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boom!!!
The sky and the earth were shaking, and the sea was churning.
After the detonation command of the Hexagonal Building was sent, the area of hundreds or thousands of kilometers centered on Yan Qingyang was completely covered by endless scorching light, high temperature, radiation and shock waves.
James Island, which existed in this vast area, and all the people on the island were also turned into fly ash on the spot.
At the same time, a hazy blazing stream as thick as the mouth of a bowl and an invisible and fuzzy force field also shot out from the distant Area 51 and the even more distant surface of the moon, hitting this terrifying nuclear explosion.
The center of the area.
If you move your perspective to that small high-energy area, you will find that the target of these two attacks is exactly Yan Qingyang himself standing there.
However, under the attack of these three, he did not suffer any harm at all, and his hair was not even messed up in the slightest.
In fact, there were no warning signs for the detonation of the super-large-yield nuclear bomb just below James Island.
But before the nuclear bomb exploded, Yan Qingyang had a very metaphysical glimpse of the strong malice coming from deep underground.
And it has been clearly seen far, far away from James Island, as far as thousands of kilometers away.
Not just this nuclear bomb.
There is also a huge gun barrel far away in Area 51, Nevada, and a large strange device located even further on the surface of the moon.
Yan Qingyang also clearly sensed them all, sensing their undisguised malice.
But he had no intention of evading, and he didn't even make any defensive moves.
Just because Yan Qingyang only sensed malice, but did not perceive any threat.
In other words, these miscellaneous things cannot harm him at all.
Otherwise, Yan Qingyang would not be able to sense even the slightest threat.
So when he was completely enveloped by the hellish sea of fire and shock waves, as well as the violent anti-proton clusters, and the force field beams falling from the sky, Yan Qingyang just stood quietly in the chaotic attack, and did nothing as he did.
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High temperature, antimatter, and the disintegration of elements were all as weak as false special effects to him.
Except that Yan Qingyang was a little upset that the entire field of vision was covered by large tracts of 'light pollution', he never felt any discomfort.
The reason why the combined attack of the three terrifying attacks produced such a ridiculous result is because Yan Qingyang's strength is not just the body and strength that has been growing rapidly and has now reached over a megaton level.
His true confidence and foundation for being unscrupulous, as well as the various magical spells and strange magical powers that appear in the memory fragments in his mind.
For example, among these memories is a so-called body tempering method called "Five Elements to Avoid Disaster", which allows Yan Qingyang to completely ignore damage from any 'ordinary level' of the five attributes of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
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For example, germs, pests, pollution, etc. are wood-attribute phenomena.
In addition, phenomena such as lasers, nuclear explosions, the sun, etc. are fire attributes.
Therefore, the high temperature they emit is naturally within Yan Qingyang's injury-free range.
As for the upper limit of the so-called 'ordinary degree' range, for example, in terms of fire properties, it is the Planck temperature, which is 1.4 billion trillion billion degrees Celsius.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In other words, for Yan Qingyang who has the "Five Elements to Avoid Disaster", any force or thing below the temperature will not be able to harm him at all.
The super nuclear explosion just now was easy for Yan Qingyang to defend against.
At the same time, Yan Qingyang also has a body tempering method called "Xuanguang Purifying Evil" in his memory. By practicing this method, you can develop a pure Xuanguang.
Under the shroud of this mysterious light, when facing unconventional things such as antimatter, strange matter or extradimensional matter, cultivators can greatly reduce their harmfulness or even reduce it to zero.
There is also a body-tempering method called "Fu Li Heavenly King Strengthening the Origin and Strengthening the Origin". Its specific effect is to make Yan Qingyang's body like the ancient god who created the world, and will not be too affected by long years and various external forces.
Then gain amazing defense and longevity.
Therefore, it was under the influence of these three methods that Yan Qingyang was perfectly immune to the attacks of the super nuclear bomb, anti-matter cannon and elemental dissociator without suffering any damage.
And in addition to these three body tempering methods, he also has thousands of other more powerful and mysterious methods at his disposal.
In a sense, it can be said that there is basically no force or thing in this universe that can harm him.
However, this information is completely unknown to the ‘masters’ of Mo Lijian.
However, they are no longer in any mood to understand these things.
These life detection devices, which were reverse engineered through Area 51, remotely detected that Yan Qingyang was likely to still exist as the 'masters' of Moli Jian. They had only one mood at the moment.
That is... It's over, it's completely over!
However, there are still a few people who are unwilling to die before reaching the Yellow River, or are unwilling to accept this terrible result.
They thought that this might be a malfunction of the life detection instrument, and King Daxi was definitely dead, because there was absolutely no physical life that could withstand the combined attacks of these three terrible weapons.
So these people turned their perspective and began to use space satellites to observe remotely, hoping to find concrete evidence that King Onishi was dead.
So, if you ask for a hammer, you will get a hammer.
They got what they wanted and actually saw King Onishi flying out of the nuclear explosion area with a bored look on his face.
"This is impossible!"
In the distant Magician Hexagon Building, the elderly military man looked at the clear image displayed on the big screen in the conference room, and immediately roared with a pale face and a trembling voice, "How could such a monster appear on this planet?!
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As he spoke, he glared fiercely at a fifty-year-old middle-aged white man standing in the corner not far away with an embarrassed look on his face:
"Charlie! Please explain to me, how did your Walter Potion Company create this kind of monster?!"
"This...this..."
The white man named Charlie stuttered, "General, actually we... we used AI to repeat... the virtual experiment many times after the experimental accident, but... we couldn't recreate the King of the West.
This...this...his existence is...inexplicable in our current theoretical system. It is...impossible for an individual as powerful as King Daxi to exist..."
"You talked a lot of bullshit and finally told me... you couldn't understand it either."
The old man roared hoarsely, "What use are you, a piece of trash like shit?!"
"so……"
An old white man smoking a cigar sitting next to him said with a dull expression, "What should we do now?"
"Oh - I don't know either."
The old man sighed and said, "It seems that we can only surrender to this king of the world..."
"very good."
An indifferent voice suddenly resounded in the conference room, "Originally I was still thinking about how I should torture you, but since you are so sensible, I'll just give it a try."
With that said, Yan Qingyang appeared out of nowhere in the corner of the conference room.
The senior military officials in the conference room were very surprised and extremely panicked by his appearance.
But after only a few seconds, they relied on the concentration they had developed over the years in high positions to suppress their inner panic and become calm and relaxed.
Yan Qingyang, after slowly looking around at the officers, chuckled and said:
"General Counsel of the Military, Commander-in-Chief of the Army, Commander-in-Chief of Aviation, Commander-in-Chief of the Navy, Commander-in-Chief of the Marine Corps, Chief of Staff of the Army, Chief of Naval Operations, Chief of Staff of the Air Force, Chief of Staff of the National Guard, Chief of Space Force Operations...Tsk, tsk, tsk,
There are ten people in total, all of whom are of Angsa ethnicity."
As he spoke, his smile disappeared instantly and he said fiercely:
"Who are these old guys showing off to show their tunes? Are they showing it to me? Huh?!"
As soon as the word "um" came out, the air in the entire conference room seemed to be completely drained. All the officers and generals suddenly twitched and fell into an inexplicable state of suffocation.
So in the quiet conference room, everyone's eyes widened and they pinched their necks and tried their best to open their mouths, trying to take in a breath of air to relieve their pain.
But they were unable to fulfill such a small request. They could only beat their chests and collapse on the seats with faces full of pain, or fall to the ground and roll around, struggling and wailing silently.
"Hey hey hey~"
Yan Qingyang walked up to the eighty-year-old white male general who had been shouting with a smirk on his face. He looked at the other person's face that was blue and purple from being suppressed, and the pain overflowing from his eyes.
Le said:
"How about it? Are you happy? Tell me? Tell me quickly?"
As he spoke, he bared his teeth and poked the other person's chest with one finger after another, cruelly poking out one bloody hole after another.
So this old white man, who was suffocated to the point of nearly fainting, suddenly became energetic, so much so that all the muscles on his old face were twisted and tangled together, almost like an evil ghost.
This is an expression of extreme pain.
After tossing the old guy for a while, Yan Qingyang turned around and walked up to the white general who loved to smoke cigars, and said with a smile:
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Why, why don't you smoke cigars now?"
Of course the cigar man couldn't reply to him, he just rolled his eyes and pinched his neck while trying to breathe.
"Ignore me?" Yan Qingyang frowned and snorted coldly, "It seems that you have something to deal with."
After saying that, he repeated the actions just now, poking out bloody holes in the other person's chest, which looked like a blood-red hornet's nest at a glance.
But the difference is that after Yan Qingyang glanced at the cigars on the conference table, he turned them into ten cigars with a snap of his fingers, then lit them one by one and inserted them all into the cigar man's chest like a hornet's nest.
inside.
The pain at this moment is simply difficult to describe in words.
Anyway, after being tortured by Yan Qingyang, this cigar man was like a leech sprinkled with salt, his whole body became twisted.
As for the wrinkled face, even Yan Qingyang didn't even notice it.
Finally, after half a minute of excruciating pain, the cigar man died on the spot with a purple-black face, eyes wide open and his mouth wide open.
As for the other people at the scene, Yan Qingyang held their arms and let them dry for three full minutes before releasing them from their suffocation.
But in just a few minutes, eight people died in the conference venue.
Only three people, the General Counsel of the Military, the Commander-in-Chief of the Navy, and the Chief of Staff of the Air Force, were lucky enough to survive. They were lying on the ground like three old dogs, sticking out their tongues and panting hard.
"Okay everyone, now that we've had fun, let's talk about business."
Yan Qingyang walked up to the three of them with his hands behind his back and smiled condescendingly, "What do you think of the idea of me being the commander-in-chief of Mo Lijian...?"
The three Morijian generals' eyes were dull, and they looked at each other while panting, and then they said at the same time:
