The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 269
Special bullets are slender and long, and the whole process of penetrating the human body is fast and fast. Apart from the sound of the bullet reloading, there is only a dull sound of "puff puff", which is relaxed and freehand, without the smell of fireworks.

The British soldiers standing at the forefront bowed slightly, leaving gaps between each other, and quickly changing magazines-they didn't even need to use tactics such as queuing up and shooting or three-shot shooting to deal with the London "mob" in front of them ".

There is no need to aim, pull the trigger, and the muzzle that flutters with the recoil will eventually focus on the dark crowd.

These officers with fanatical faces ignored the disbelieving gazes of their colleagues around them. They just watched the crowd fall down like ears of wheat, grinned grinningly and took off their masks, breathing in the fishy-sweet smell flowing in the air.

These people are all British officers, more precisely, they are blood slave officers who have been placed in the army by the blood race, and each of them has received an incomplete first embrace ceremony.

These blood slaves, admiring the so-called elegant and noble temperament, chic appearance, and long and long history of the blood clan, resolutely abandoned their human identity and joined the blood clan camp without hesitation.

For these blood slaves, blood lords are more noble than ordinary people.

The hegemonic blood clan is the "sacred sage" who helped mankind out of the difficult situation. Even if there are occasional acts of cannibalism, it is an honor to kill human beings.

The Blood Slave officers frantically squeezed the trigger tightly, enjoying the thrill of the recoil of the gun hammering their shoulders, and at the same time roared frantically in their hearts:

"That's it, that's it! A group of untouchables dare to rebel? Don't you know who is the master of this country? Don't you know if there is no blood lord, you are still living in the miserable Middle Ages?"

"Hahahaha, die! Die! Die! You sad and dull humans!"

"This is the fate of daring to resist the blood master! You bastards!"

This is an upgraded version of reverse nationalism - reverse racism.

The logical chain in the blood slave's mind can be roughly deduced as follows: the blood race has more powerful power, which is equivalent to the inherent superiority of the blood race, which is equivalent to the inherent humbleness and sorrow of the human race,

The final result is that blood slaves despise their natural human identity, infinitely yearn for the life style and cultural customs of blood race, and finally because the goal of becoming a true blood race is out of reach, blood slaves go crazy and despise and hate human compatriots.

It's a pity that these blood slaves are not the protagonists, and Li Ang is too lazy to conduct an in-depth analysis of this sad group, otherwise he should be able to write two chapters "On the Origin, Development and End of Reverse Racism", "On Blood Slaves and Jingri, the United States Similarities between groups such as pastoral feminists who admire foreign men in particular.

History has told us countless times that in the face of foreign invasions, it is the party that leads the way who attacks the compatriots more aggressively and cruelly.

A blood slave officer with reverse racism is an out-and-out leading party.

Chaos spread, death passed, blood flowed, and the residents of London who were intimidated seemed extremely at a loss.

Screams, cries, gunshots, footsteps, cries for help, and group disorder are fully manifested at this moment. Any small emotional fluctuations will be magnified countless times under the influence of collective unconsciousness.

The people of London watched in disbelief at the wanton firing of the British army. These British soldiers, who should be their patron saints, have now become life-depriving ghosts.

As mentioned earlier, the human body is fragile in front of steel bullet casings.The fresh lives, the lives with their own life stories, just passed away in the smoke, becoming a pool of still meat with residual warmth.

The Londoners in the front row retreated in panic, while the unknowing people in the back row were still crowded forward. The two forces confronted each other, which eventually led to disorderly chaos.

Chaos beyond any calculation model is like ripples in a pond, passing layer by layer outward.

"Just like I said, you only need to kill the 1 people who walk in the front, and the [-] humans behind will rush to escape and even kill each other, just to grab the chance to survive."

"What a pathetic bunch of creatures."

The Blood Slave officers watched all this happen triumphantly, they laughed frantically, crossed the low concrete walls, and tried to fire at the crowd who turned their backs to them.

What they did so-called naturally aroused confusion, incomprehension, and opposition from ordinary soldiers. Caught between the strict military orders and regulations and the love of their compatriots, the leading soldiers could only rush forward, hug the blood slave officer, and make the officer's gun The mouth is broken down.

"Soldier! Are you going to rebel?"

The blood slave officers who were surrounded by the chief soldiers still refused to admit defeat. They stiffened their necks, stared angrily, and shouted sharply: "If you don't want to go to the military court, then go back to your posts! Act like nothing happened!

Everything that happens here is our responsibility. "

"No! Sir." A certain soldier stood in front of him, with a struggling expression flashing across his face, but his body remained motionless.

"Damn beast" the blood slave officer spat thick phlegm on the ground, narrowed his eyes, and pressed his finger on the trigger faintly.

The stalemate within the British army was finally broken by external factors.

Li Ang, who was standing in front of the Capitol, slowly picked up the microphone, and said casually in a mechanical electronic voice: "Dignified magic net users, do you want to renew the official plug-in?"

Those magic net users who were shot down by the first wave of bullets did not die immediately with the help of the spell-casting equipment, but they had already emitted more energy than they had taken in.

When they heard such words when they were dying, they subconsciously murmured: "Yes"

Li Ang smiled casually, and continued to use that wicked electronic voice to say: "Ding~ the super aiming has been deployed, the modular strong colony armor parts have been launched, the neural components have been reconnected, and the will interference reality system has been installed."

No one could understand these unclear lines, and what everyone present could see with their own eyes was that the magic net users stood up.

Ripples appeared on their spell-casting equipment used as armguards, and metallic liquid droplets spread over every inch of their bodies from bottom to top.

After a few breaths, the black V for Vendetta uniform turned into a dazzling red and gold color, and the red rose pinned in the chest pocket was no longer a red rose, but a badge in the shape of a hammer and sickle instead.

Not only these magic net users, the changes also appeared in the terrified people behind.

They stared blankly at the gold and red uniforms, and the blood slave officers with piercing eyes, and subconsciously raised their arms.

The collective will was manifested at this moment, countless crimson light spheres poured out from people's chests, merged together, gathered into a red torrent, and roared towards the blood slaves ahead.

(End of this chapter)