The Holy Britannia Empire no longer allows the existence of slaves, but the ugly part that seems to extend from the darkness of the human heart still exists.
Darkness is hidden in the shadows and provides services to those in need. For example, in the underground black market in Shibuya District in the past, people are now sold like animals, which is the specialty here.
Underground black market merchants select handsome men and beautiful women from District 11 from the slums. After cleaning and dressing them up, they are restrained by chains or cages and brought to this place with masks to consume cloth. The powerful people in Retania chose at will.
People here don't treat people as human beings, and the most abominable ones are those who buy and sell people. Many of them are people from District 11 themselves.
Because it is profitable but hypocritical, the Brittanian nobles will not touch human trafficking unless the family is in financial distress. This kind of thing will tarnish the glory of the family.
Therefore, most of the actual implementation of meeting this demand is left to those people in District 11 who are honored nobles.
For those in the resistance organization, the people from District 11 who sell their compatriots here are far more hateful than the Brittanians who buy their compatriots as slaves.
Karen Hongyue was currently wearing a enchanting bunny girl costume, standing on the merchandise table and letting the customers below watch and shout out prices.
She observed the guards around her and thought about how she could break through the guards after her fellow rebels outside caused a commotion, and launch her own assassination operation against those hateful underground black market traders who were selling their compatriots.
"This guest, it's not appropriate for you to come directly to the stage!"
However, before the girl's fellow rebels outside could cause some commotion, a young man dressed like a Brittanian noble jumped onto the stage and snatched the microphone from the auctioneer's hand, but loudly Di shouted to everyone present: "Everyone, human trafficking is an immoral thing and a disrespect for human rights.
We all live on the same planet, and respecting the lives of others is equivalent to respecting your own life.
Therefore, I sincerely hope that you can respect everyone’s personal rights and release the human products being trafficked here..."
As soon as this statement came out, it aroused the attention of many people in the underground black market. Some customers sarcastically said: "Hey, hey, where did you come from? In the underground black market of slave trading, what nonsense are you talking about? ?”
"Wait a minute, isn't that Angele Brown? I heard that he is a super VIP customer here. He buys more than thirty slaves every year, and tortures one or two slaves to death every month on average. Eh, Why is he so crazy?"
People who knew the young man felt a little strange, and the manager of the underground black market also frowned and asked the subordinate next to him: "Did Mr. Angele take too much medicine, or did he take too many refrains just now (this is A drug that causes hallucinations)?”
"Sorry, boss, we didn't pay attention to this."
The men in black lowered their heads.
"Then what should we do, pull each other down?"
the deputy asked.
"Pull it down, what to pull it with, I am a count, and although I am a prodigal son, the Brittanian nobles here do not like honorable nobles like us from District 11 to meddle in their business. .”
The middle-aged boss glanced at the deputy next to him and said.
"Then just let the other party talk nonsense on the auction stage?"
The deputy was a little reluctant. The other party's behavior was similar to that of a crazy person in a meat restaurant, advocating that everyone should not eat meat and become vegetarian.
"Our main purpose here is to make the Brittanian elite have fun. Even if they point their fingers at us and scold us, we only need to pay the corresponding remuneration afterwards."
The middle-aged boss said, already thinking about coming to the door afterwards to talk to the other party about the losses that the other party caused to him tonight.
At that time, the other party will either choose to lose face or choose to compensate for the loss. Based on his understanding of Angole Brown's prodigal son, it is estimated that the other party will choose to make a fool of himself and pay to maintain the so-called tradition after he wakes up. The glory of nobility.
"Everyone, I'm not taking drugs or joking with you. I'm telling you this seriously. I just received the inspiration from the Moral God, and that God thinks that I am a guilty person, and in You who treat people like animals here are also guilty, so I am here to warn you, stop your hands, restrain the evil in your hearts, and hold your heads high, there really is a god!"
The young man said it very seriously. However, the more serious his expression was, the more others thought he was joking. Even the bodyguards who followed him thought so. They knew what kind of scum their employer was. It is true that he would care about the human rights of slaves, which is even more impossible than a cat crying over a mouse.
"Oh, it seems you don't believe me, so I'm going to prove it!"
Angele Brown said, putting the microphone back into the auctioneer's hand, and then asked the auctioneer to use it as a temporary microphone stand, holding the microphone in front of his mouth.
"Now, I'm going to show the great god's punishment for me as a villain. I also ask all the underage viewers present to watch the next scene accompanied by their parents."
After saying this, the young man opened his arms and closed his eyes.
"What is he doing?"
Someone asked in confusion.
The next moment, there was a bang, and the young man's head suddenly exploded.
A large amount of blood spattered out, and the headless body fell straight down.
Perhaps it was so sudden that no one thought of this. After a while, the person who was stained with plasma screamed.
There was a panic at the underground black market. Karen Hongyue looked at this scene in a daze, but the current chaos seemed to be the best time. She jumped directly off the auction table and headed in the direction of her assassination target tonight. And go.
However, although this girl who had only joined the resistance organization for half a year was not bad at skills, her tactical experience was still too immature. She thought she could assassinate others by relying on chaos, but she underestimated the protection skills of these experienced bodyguards. , before she could get close to the manager of the underground black market, Hongyue Karen was controlled by the bodyguards in black who were following him.
"Be honest with me!"
The black-clothed bodyguard shouted, and suppressed the girl who rushed over during the chaos to the ground.
"Boss, I feel like someone is creating chaos and planning an attack..."
Before the black-clothed bodyguard finished speaking, he heard the boss next to him uttering the words [Inspiration of the Moral God], and his eyes were a little dazed as he walked onto the blood-stained auction stage. From being frightened to the auctioneer with an extremely frightened expression on his face In his hand, he took the bloody microphone.
"Mr. Angele performed very well. He used his own blood to cleanse his sinful life, but now it is our turn!"
The underground black market administrator spoke.
"Follow the inspiration of Daode Tianzun!"
someone in the chaotic crowd shouted in unison.
Immediately afterwards, a dozen people in luxurious clothes walked out of the crowd. Among them were dignitaries from the Brittanian Empire who came here to buy slave toys, and slave merchants who provided slaves in the underground black market.
And these people's faces, without exception, showed a somewhat dull expression, but they walked onto the stage one by one.
"The blood of one sinner is not enough to repay, we need the blood of more sinners."
"We are sinners, we will be punished by the Moral God here, and we will warn the world with our blood."
"Don't imitate our evil deeds, otherwise this will be your fate."
Bang bang bang bang bang...
Have you ever seen fountain fireworks? This is it. Heads suddenly exploded one by one, and blood sprayed out as if it was free of charge.
"Spread it, spread the reputation of the Moral God, and let the villains in the world know that there is a real god above them.
Today, although we, a group of people, die, we will not be the last sinners to die. There are thousands of evildoers in the world. If they do not correct themselves, they will die like us. "
The black market administrator was the last to die. He roared in the fountain of blood and his head exploded like the people around him.
In the venue, the people who were not yet dead were extremely frightened. The terrifying and strange scenes shocked the hearts of these people, and the commotion was occurring uncontrollably.
Hongyue Kallen has been let go, her employer is dead, and she died in such a weird way. The bodyguards in black had the courage to catch the girl who was suspected of carrying out this terrorist attack. They had already rushed out with the crowd.
The girl looked at what was happening here with some confusion, and the members of the resistance organization who had not yet taken action outside were also at a loss. Compared to the girl lurking inside, they had no idea what was going on inside.
"Moral God?!"
She muttered.
"Karen, what happened here?"
Shan Yao rushed in with his people and discovered the tragic situation on the stage. He came to the girl's side and asked.
"There is no time to explain this now. We have to find the key quickly to free the slaves here, but we must take them out of here before the police arrive here."
As soon as Hongyue Karen finished speaking, the shackles that imprisoned their freedom on the imprisoned people were twisted and broken by invisible forces.
Shan Yao waited for some members of the resistance organization to be silent, and looked at this magical scene in a daze. Hongyue Karen was also dazed for a moment, but she quickly reacted and shouted loudly into the empty air: "Moral Heavenly Lord" Sir, thank you for your help!"
And she shouted out, and the other people in District 11 who were rescued also shouted out. Only the members of the resistance organization who didn't know the situation were still stunned.
"The Moral Heavenly Lord you are talking about is not the one that was promoted by the Kuomintang and the Federation, right?"
Shan Yao asked.
And his question didn't get a definite answer from the girl until a group of people fled the scene of the crime, which was not their crime.
"I don't know either, but it might be so. After all, those people's heads suddenly exploded. It couldn't have been done by humans, right?!"
Kallen thought so, and later, when she returned to her identity as the mixed-race eldest daughter of the Cudafield family, one of the eight most famous families in Britannia, Kallen also learned from the news that last night, What happened in the underground black market in Shibuya City is not the only one in the underground black market in Shibuya City.
Various death incidents occurred in Shinjuku, Taiyuan and other areas. Although the TV news reported attacks launched by terrorist organizations, only Karen Hongyue, who was an eyewitness, knew that those guys whose heads were exploded , they were not the people their resistance organization killed at all.
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[Country, dynasty, federation, moral deity...]
In the classroom of Ashford Academy, some girls who were distracted and looked a little weak wrote this text in their notebooks.
"Hey, is Karen-san also interested in the god that the Federation is promoting these days?"
Suddenly there was a voice next to her, and Karen was a little startled. She instinctively tensed up her body to prepare for a fight, but she quickly realized that she was now the persona of a famous lady, and immediately relaxed. He lowered his body and turned his head to look at the speaker.
"Uh, you are?"
Kallen has always played a frail and sickly character. Of course, in reality, she often runs to participate in the actions of the resistance organization. She often takes leave from school and does not come to school. Of course, she is not very familiar with her classmates.
"Lelouch Lampeluki, I have been in the same class with you for three years. Recently, when I was looking up some information in the library, I often ran into you, Kallen-san. Of course, you may not have noticed me."
Lelouch said with a smile.
"I'm sorry, I'm a bit like that, um, so, Lelouch-san, do you have any business with me?"
Kallen asked.
"I am also interested in the mythology of the Federation of Kingdoms and Dynasties. After discovering that you are also an interested person, I wanted to invite you. Classmate Kallen, would you like to join the Federation Mythology Research Fellowship that I recently established? "
"Uh, this..."
Karen wanted to refuse. She didn't want to have too much interaction with this group of Brittanian students who could live leisurely in the ivory tower.
"I am very knowledgeable about the moral deity,"
However, Lelouch's words made her change her mind.
Kallen is a member of the resistance, but Lelouch doesn't know this.
The reason why Lelouch found the other party was simply because the other party was the eldest lady of the Siudafeldt family.
Of course, if it was just this identity, Lelouch would probably not have come into contact with this person, but after an accidental encounter two days ago, Lelouch found that the girl was also inquiring about the mythological history of the Federation, and seemed to have the same interest in the so-called Moral God. interested.
The combination of the two makes Kallen, a noble girl, a very good tool in Lelouch's eyes.
