Chapter 345: Resistance and Suppression
In front of the House of Lords in London.
The panicked crowd gradually dispersed like the ebbing sea water, revealing mottled bloodstains all over the ground and dozens of helpless mortals who had been trampled and unable to move.
And the seven crazy cultists who went against the flow of people were particularly eye-catching.
At this moment, the surrounding people who were doing something good, the former protesters who had a chance to escape, and the reporters who came after hearing the news, all tens of thousands of eyes looked at the seven tall and upright figures.
They all also saw the strange behavior of the seven people - smashing the sword blade in their hands with their fists. When the fist of flesh and blood collided with the sharp steel blade, the brutal and bloody light burst out, which deeply penetrated the hearts of the onlookers. Eyes, piercing into their hearts.
This sharp light, which is neither dazzling nor dim, like a blade turning over to reflect the flames of a furnace, has planted a seed of courage for resistance and change in their hearts.
And the hoarse song, as sonorous and powerful as the war hymn of ancient times, also echoed wantonly on the empty streets, and everyone's hearts seemed to beat eagerly following this impassioned rhythm.
The esoteric cultists hiding among the crowd looked at each other, and it was already foreseeable that in the future, many violent resistance incidents would inevitably break out in London. Perhaps the cowardly wife could no longer tolerate her husband staying out at night, or perhaps Timid employees no longer tolerate bullying and insulting bosses, perhaps restless groups of people are determined to unite to fight injustice and injustice...all kinds of unyielding struggles.
"The city of London is going to be in chaos!"
This idea exists in the minds of many esoteric cultists who are peeping from a distance, and also exists in the minds of the Anti-Suppression Bureau officers who are monitoring in the dark.
Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo ——
Seven subtle gunshots and screams sounded, seven bright blood flowers bloomed between the eyebrows of the seven cultists, and the seven tall and straight figures all leaned back.
However, these seven noon steel bullets, which contain great skills, can only cause the bodies of the seven cultists to tilt back slightly, and cannot take away the lives of the seven cultists at all!
Their bodies, which were bent back at ninety degrees, suddenly rebounded like springs. At the same moment, rugged bone spurs as sharp as blades protruded from the shoulders, elbows, knees and other joints of the seven people.
The face with turbid blood flowing from the eyebrows became even more ferocious and terrifying, the eyes bulged as if they were stuffed with prism crystals, the corners of the mouth were cracked and expanded to the earlobes, and the roots popped out like dagger teeth.
In just the blink of an eye, these seven cultists had transformed into terrifying monsters covered in bones and sharp blades! ! !
Even if the seven gunshots sounded again, it would only splash seven tiny blood flowers again. It could not hinder the steps of the seven monsters, it could not force the seven monsters to shut up, it could not cut off the ancient rhythm that contained the rhythm of change and resistance. The sound of war songs spreads far and wide without restraint.
And in front of tens of thousands of eyes, these seven-headed bone-spurred monsters suddenly waved their arms and knocked on their chests on the spot, making a loud bang-bang bang sound like a big drum. They waved their arms with abnormal bone spurs and sharp blades and stepped on ancient times. war dance! ! !
The low and powerful sound of the drum spread in an instant, resounding in the hearts of the onlookers, and they seemed to be able to hear the voices of these seven-headed monsters.
Some people with suitable compatibility are more like a resonance channel connecting with the seven-headed monster. They can intuitively feel the tragedy and generosity in the other person's heart. The heart in their chest begins to beat violently, and some desires that are drowned by the burden of daily necessities, rice, oil and salt also disappear. Starting to get excited again... Why do we have to live such a boring life day after day? !
Why do we have to be so willing to let those damn damn capitalists squeeze our labor force? !
Why do we have to let those backward and decadent aristocrats absorb the fruits of our labor without complaint? !
Why? Why? Why don't we unite and resist? ! ! !
An unyielding belief that no longer wanted to be slaved and ruled gradually emerged. These mortals who had awakened to the idea of revolution hid in the crowd and glanced back and forth. During eye contact, they had discovered that they had the same idea, and they had found each other. But he remained silent, just nodded slightly to indicate, and silently retreated away from this attracting place.
Before leaving, they turned back and glanced at the seven-headed monster in the distance that was deformed and terrifying but also contained the beauty of resistance, and said lightly in their hearts: "Thank you for your sacrifice!"
"Please rest assured that your sacrifices are valuable and the fire of revolution will never be extinguished... Seven of you have fallen, but on the land where you died, thousands of us will stand up again." !”
The high-spirited war dance could not continue as expected. Hidden gunshots were heard one after another. The cultists who were inspired by the seven-headed monster ritual were tragically killed by bullets from unknown sources.
After eliminating other hidden dangers, the remaining firepower was all concentrated on the unyielding seven-headed monster.
Several flashes of light also lit up from all directions, both from reporters' cameras and from glow machines in hidden places.
Countless bright blood flowers bloomed on the bodies of these seven desperate revolutionaries. However, such powerful suppression seemed to have angered the powerful resistance in the seven-headed monsters.
These injuries and pains are like hitting them with a hot hammer.
In such tempering, they will become more powerful like weapons placed on an anvil and beaten by a blacksmith! ! !
The terrifying sharp bone spurs are constantly growing crazily. These seven strong flesh and blood bodies seem to be transformed into sharp-edged trees. The shining sword branches pierce out from the muscles, completely entwining the seven alien bodies, like a single body. Thorn armor made of thick black steel blades.
The faint whistling of bullets stopped, and it seemed that the gunmen hiding in the dark understood that the current target was definitely not something that the guns in their hands could penetrate.
But the hazy, gray sky suddenly became clear, and the cold and ruthless winter light shone unreservedly on the seven dancing steel monsters. Suddenly, blazing white flames rose up, like seven cold and ruthless glows. Wavering.
But even so, these seven steel bodies are still insisting on dancing to the ancient dance music that inspires resistance. The clang and hiss of the collision and friction of the sharp blades are so harsh that some of the onlookers with over-developed benevolence have even become wet. His eyes widened, as if he was deeply moved by the unyielding resistance of these seven-headed monsters.
But most of the onlookers suddenly shuddered when they looked at the blazing white flames that came into view. They had successfully got rid of the influence of the weird war dance and regained the rationality and consciousness that ass people should have. , silently watching the protesters die in the blazing flames - their hearts were as calm and numb as ever.
Seven swaying flames burst into an extremely dazzling glow, and the area for hundreds of miles was as bright as a summer day.
The seven withered bodies that were burnt to black finally slowly fell down.
The resistance of the cowards is ultimately no match for the suppression of the Supreme Being.
But the seeds of resistance have been quietly buried in the hearts of those who are sexually qualified. That is an influence that even the powerful light that burst out just now cannot completely erase.
Even the powerful Anti-Suppression Bureau could not erase the memory in the hearts of the thousands of people present.
After today, the vicious name of the 'Blade Monster' will quietly spread throughout London, and even the authorities cannot extinguish this fire of fear and resistance.