Several streets around the cathedral were filled with a strong fishy smell.
Mosquitoes and flies swarmed over the corpses of the prematurely deceased, and carrion crows stayed on the uncollapsed telephone poles.
Their dark eyes stared at the food below, but because of the small mouth standing on top of the food, they instinctively sensed danger from it and did not dare to go down.
Far from the ground, at the top of the cathedral, beside Dr. Rand who was crucified, there were a large number of scavenger crows, tearing and pecking at his flesh with their sharp claws and beaks, until they died at this moment.
This cruel scene and the mountain of corpses and sea of blood below formed a rather terrifying and eerie scene.
"The greatness of mankind lies in the courage to face fear. There are many of you, why should you stop attacking?"
The small mouth pinched the head of a reformed soldier and lifted him up.
Facing his questioning, the reformed soldier had obviously completely lost his mind. He was just muttering to himself: "I want to be a kind person. I believe there is justice in the world. I ask the great Lord to A messenger who can send down the Lord’s mercy..."
"Cowardly guy, you've been scared out of your wits. Do you think you can survive this way?"
"I know that I am guilty, and this is the Lord's punishment. Sinners are willing to accept this deserved punishment..."
The reformed soldier looked through the fingers of the pitch-black gauntlet. At this moment, there was a light of hope in his eyes, but he was looking at the little mouth, as if looking at his own salvation.
The huge fear destroyed this man's will, and the Stockholm Syndrome turned this man into a fanatical believer. At this moment, his heart was extremely pious, and he believed that the little mouth was really the messenger of the Lord.
"What a cheap piece of trash!"
Xiaozui threw this man away, rushed to the side of another British soldier, and asked him about him.
"how about you?"
"Believe in my Lord!"
The soldier's eyes were a little broken, but he shouted enthusiastically.
"The great God of Justice..."
The sound of rustling sound gradually sounded.
Many of the soldiers who were still alive prayed on the pile of corpses.
"Crazy, you are all crazy!"
The few remaining sane soldiers looked at this indescribable scene and shouted incomprehensibly, but to no avail...
"The good live, the evil die, the righteous roam the world, and the sinners fall into hell forever. This is God's revelation. Those who disobey justice have died. Are you a sinner? Do you also want to die and go to hell?"
Someone asked, with a fierce look in their eyes, it seemed that as long as a rational person said the right thing and did not use a small mouth, they, the new supporters of justice, would kill their former comrades.
Soon, as some gunshots rang out and subsided, this was the heaven on earth for kind people, people who believed in justice, and people who were willing to believe in the God of Justice. Believers knelt on top of the corpses, their faces full of sorrow. Fanaticism, even those who were seriously injured to death, seemed to have forgotten death at this moment.
After the little mouth realized that it could no longer capture the negative emotions of fear, hatred, despair and other human emotions from these people, it roared angrily.
It is not really here to preach for that troublesome master. It just wants to use the name of preaching and the identity of a religious lunatic to cause more panic in human beings. It can be justified by killing a large number of 'people who oppose the righteousness of the master' It creates despair and absorbs all kinds of negative emotions emitted by human beings like a glutton for evil.
As a result, it somewhat overestimated the will of this group of British soldiers, and it self-defeated and created a group of fanatical believers who converted to its master through persecution.
Xiao Zui was a little sad. He was no longer a soldier resisting justice. He could not and did not dare to continue killing.
Although its owner is not aware of the situation here yet, it will have to go back to the other party sooner or later. If its memory is searched and it is found that even 'corrected and kind-hearted people' are killed, then it will not die. deal?
With an unhappy expression, he came to the communication vehicle under the admiration of many British soldiers. He picked up the microphone and began to talk to the British London Security Zone Government who had reacted. He still asked the same question: "Are you willing to be kind?" , believe in justice and believe in our Lord?”
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"If you use three armies to fight against one person, and the other party kills more than 25,000 soldiers, will you go to war?"
The House of Commons in London's safe zone is now in a commotion.
"That is a real monster, Your Excellency Prime Minister..."
A lieutenant general looked bitter and told all the tricks used by their army in the past few days.
"We have tried our best, but no matter whether it is various bombs or firearms, whether it is ordinary soldiers, modified soldiers, or red-eyed evil monster troops, they are all useless. In front of that black armored monster, They are no match at all.”
"For today's plan, perhaps only the super weapon [mushroom bomb] can destroy that black-armored monster!"
someone added.
"You want to grow mushrooms? In your own city? Are you damn sure you don't have shit in your head?"
The Prime Minister's roar echoed throughout the room.
The Queen of England, who came to observe the content of the parliament, also looked very ugly.
Not to mention only more than 25,000 soldiers died, even if the death toll tripled, not a single mushroom bomb hit their own territory, and the consequences would be serious.
"But if we don't destroy that monster, once the black-armored monster rushes out, the consequences will be disastrous!"
Someone made the point.
But when many of the House of Representatives members here were considering whether to injure themselves ten thousand times in order to kill one enemy, someone suddenly asked a question.
"By the way, didn't that black-armored monster make any demands of his own? Can we resolve this problem through negotiation?"
With one word, everyone in the room was awakened. What was the other party's request? It couldn't possibly be just a terrorist attack, right?
Even if it's a terrorist attack, at least it has a purpose, right?
No, this war happened inexplicably in the safe zone, and even they here haven't figured out the real cause...
"Find out what the other party's requirements are and what the reason for the fighting is!"
Soon, this order was issued, and soon, the truth about the cause of the war emerged in front of everyone.
Rand's human modification laboratory, the cursed children are innocent victims, messengers of the God of Justice who come for justice...
"Hou Li Crab, our soldiers paid a heavy price because of an illegal human modification laboratory?"
After learning the truth, the army lieutenant general felt as if his scalp was exploding, and he stared viciously at Duke Ottola on the opposite side to the right.
It was obvious that the official sponsor behind Dr. Rand's laboratory was the other party. Duke Ottola's face was pale. He was clearly aware of politics and understood what these gazes meant.
"There are human body modification laboratories in every country in the world, and we are not the only ones who persecute those little red-eyed devils. What I do is for the country, and it is with the tacit approval of everyone..."
He stood up and spoke loudly, but when he looked around, everyone averted their eyes and remained silent without speaking out in support.
"Sister Elizabeth!"
The Duke looked for help at the Queen of England, who was in her middle years.
"It is impossible for us to drop mushroom bombs in our own country. The deaths of nearly 30,000 soldiers in the army also need an explanation..."
The Queen of England said while holding her scepter.
"No, you can't do this. Human body modification experiments are notorious. I secretly support Rand for the sake of the British Empire. You all know this. You can't abandon me just because a religious lunatic for justice appears!"
The Duke shouted.
"Guard, please calm down Duke Ottola."
The Prime Minister gave the order.
"That religious man in black armor, what does he want?"
To resolve a problem through negotiation, you must at least know what the other party's requirements are. The culprit already has the bargaining chip, but if the other party still wants to make some unreasonable demands, then the idea of compromise may need to be considered.
"Your Excellency Prime Minister, there is a communication from the target from the Second Division."
At this moment, someone from the communications corps came in to report.
"Link the comms in."
Soon, a three-dimensional projector appeared in the center of the National Assembly, and a figure with a small mouth appeared.
“Will you be kind, believe in justice, and believe in our Lord?”
The little mouth on the other side of the link communication issued a soul question.
"Your Excellency, is this all you ask for?"
The British Prime Minister asked seriously.
On the other end, Xiaozui was stunned, but he immediately made a fierce gesture: "No, of course not, I want you to hand over the culprit behind the funding of the laboratory and hang him, and I also ask your country to change the society. Cursed child’s bad attitude of not being human!”
From Dr. Rand's mouth, Xiaozui learned that the human body modification laboratory was secretly supported by high-level officials of the official government, and now it was forcing the high-level government of this country.
Ordinary big-headed soldiers are afraid of being killed, but the officials behind them are not. For the sake of their own lives, these people will fight back desperately.
But now, the combat power it displays is no longer something that ordinary humans can fight against. Those who are greedy for life and fear of death will only choose that kind of thing.
That's right, it's a mushroom bomb. As long as you let the mushroom bomb hit your head, you won't die, but those fanatic believers who have recovered will.
As long as they are dead, then they will have reason to carry out a new round of massacre. Oh no, it should be said to be the suppression of evil. Everything is so beautiful!
As for fighting for the treatment of the cursed child as a human being, that is something that is mentioned casually, but it is purely to embarrass others.
The House of Representatives was silent. From the small-mouthed answers that left no room for discussion, they saw the grace of a religious person, and the other party practiced what the other party said was justice.
"Is that all you want?"
The Prime Minister asked again.
"That's right, you can't do it. If you can't do it, come and kill me. Try your best. As long as you kill me, you won't have to succumb to my Lord's justice..."
The little mouth laughed and taunted wantonly.
[He is truly the Robin Hood of our time! 】
Everyone in the National Assembly couldn't help but have such thoughts in their minds.
The Prime Minister looked over to the Queen, who nodded to him.
The Prime Minister looked at Xiaozui again and gave a serious reply.
“We are willing to be kind, willing to believe in justice, and willing to believe in the God of justice.
Hand over the culprit and change the status quo of the red-eyed, no, cursed child.
Give them corresponding social rights..."
The Prime Minister's words were resounding and there was no objection in the National Assembly.
The lives of nearly 30,000 sergeants, and the fact that there was no other way to deal with it except mushroom bombs, silenced all those who might have opinions.
The British London Safe Zone, under the threat of absolute individual force from the outside, actually reached political opinions on social equality for cursed children faster than the political leaders of the Tokyo Safe Zone in Japan.
And Xiao Zui, who was waiting to face the country's top officials, to expose his ugly face and unruly attitude, and to welcome new resistance, was a little dumbfounded.
"Fuck you, why?"
After that, even if the little mouth tried to make things difficult, even if he released the Tendo wood in his body to seduce the top officials of the British government to launch an attack, he failed.
Tendou Kisara, who was lying on a normal bed and slept all day long, woke up and inexplicably found that he had become a human rights fighter from the Far East and came to Britain.
Moreover, the little mouth who was responsible for massacring the British army also became the black-armored hero who helped the British army break through the evil laboratory...
"What's going on in this world? Are people in this country crazy?"
After waking up and learning all this, Tendou Kisara started asking questions like crazy. His face that had just woken up was full of confusion, and his eyes were full of doubts about whether he was still in a dream.
"I don't know whether the people in this country are crazy or not, but the politicians in this country have no bottom line and are shameless. I know this very well."
The black-armored hero who helped the British army break through the evil laboratory said with a very depressed expression.
There is no doubt that Little Mouth is a truly evil existence, but it has Wu Ke pressed over its head and does not want to be killed by Wu Ke. It can only solve the problem with the greatest malice possible within a limited range.
However, in the face of the British government that was lying down and did not want to fight anymore, there was nothing the little mouth could do.
"You are really a guy with an extremely bad character!"
After listening to the dissatisfaction and complaints from the small mouth about the British government being too weak and not strong enough, Tendogi was even more powerless to complain.
After these first-person experiences in the other person's body these days, Tendou Mugen's little mouth is a demonic existence that pursues the death of more people, wants to make more people fall into pain and despair, and is sincerely happy about it.
However, what she found incredible was that it was such a demon who used massacre to become a 'hero' in the words of the British government?
And the British government is really starting to promote equal rights for cursed children...
"Made, if you have strength, you can really do whatever you want!"
Tendomu was even more envious and came to this conclusion.
