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Looking at the scene in front of her that looked like a neon man, and the Tokyo Chill shooting scene, Harley fell into intense discomfort and shock.

"That's the Statue of Liberty, right? What I feel is freedom." Her mouth felt like chewing moldy dried steamed buns. "It's not a law, but it's very similar to a law. The 'free will' of divinity is close to the law. It's probably a medium belief. god."

Extract a "God of War Power" from the Arkham God of War Seal, raise your hand and press it forward, the power spreads out like a wave, and those Americans, who are like bloodthirsty ants surrounding honey, scream and fall down On the ground, there was only a goddess with messy robes, lying stretched out on the grass and crying.

"Omaika, what happened?" The horse gang leader's legs were weak, he knelt on the grass and yelled uncontrollably, "Why is the Statue of Liberty being, being, being?"

Even though what happened at the scene was right in front of him, with the goddess lying there and the thugs beside him, he still couldn't believe it, let alone say the words.

"Who are you?" A fat old white man struggled and shouted.

"Who are you?" Harley asked.

"I am Congressman Lucia Wayne of Gotham, please let me go!" the old white man said proudly.

Harley was startled, "From the Wayne family?"

"That's right, Gotham Wayne!" the old white man said with increasing pride and dignity.

The caravan leader said: "This damn ghost is lying. I don't know if there is anyone named 'Lucia' in the Wayne family, but in the past hundred years, there has never been a Senator Wayne."

"He's not lying. He is Congressman Wayne from Gotham. Nigelou, who are you? What have you done to us? I am General Termeen, let me go!" shouted the strong black man on the other side.

Yebi whispered: "This Wayne may come from other parallel universes, or he may be a sideline."

"Is this goddess really a believer in the Statue of Liberty?" Harley asked.

Yebi raised his dog eyes and looked at the Weeping Goddess over there for a while, and sighed: "That goddess does have a kind of 'freedom' divinity in her body. It is very strong and highly recognizable. She should be the Goddess of Liberty."

"But I remember that the Statue of Liberty was absorbed by the Neon God System." Harley asked doubtfully.

Yebigou's eyes flashed with golden light. After carefully observing it for a moment, he said: "The Neon Man collected the Statue of Liberty. This Statue of Liberty should be the embodiment of the 'Freedom of the United States' in 'Liberty, Democracy and Equality'."

Harley kicked Congressman Wayne and asked, "Why do you want to strengthen the 'foundation' of your country?"

When she said this, she felt a little weird.

However, the people who appeared and what happened were so weird that her words didn't matter.

"She deserves it, she's a crotch woman," Fat Wayne yelled.

"What did she do?"

"She is 'freedom', freedom, the prostitute in the word! Anyone can use it. If you have power, you can give it orders. What you say, it will do. What you say, it will do. , this is a big deal!" Fat Wayne danced with excitement.

"Oh my God! Am I in a dream? Everything in front of me is illogical and crazy. I must be in a dream. I am having a nightmare."

The caravan leader looked confused and shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to regain his "consciousness" and escape from this strange world.

Harley was thoughtful, her heart that was excited and angry after seeing the Wheel Sword gradually calmed down.

The biggest difference between belief in God and a mage cultivating the rules to become a god is that belief in God relies on a certain concept to exist.

The United States in front of me is strange, absurd, and like a distorted fantasy world.

But it is a divine realm composed of the power of faith.

The concept of belief in God is equivalent to that of the United States.

America's identity is its essence, its reality.

For example, Uncle Sam embodies the patriotic sentiments of the American people, so its appearance is "Uncle Sam with the Star-Spangled Banner Top Hat". It possesses traditional American virtues such as honesty, reliability, hard work, and patriotism.

What a concept is, belief in God is what it is.

The concept of this Kingdom of God is "the Kingdom of America", so it is very American.

It is not it that is distorted, but the magical United States in reality.

The patriotic sentiment of Americans includes various beautiful qualities, and the character of Uncle Sam is a realistic manifestation of these virtues.

The magic of the United States, the ‘God of the United States’ looks a little distorted.

"There are all kinds of wonders in the world! Even countries can form a 'domain of faith' similar to belief in gods.

"

Harley could only sigh like this.

Well, she didn't know that Gotham, where she had lived for more than ten years, also had an incarnation of faith.

There's one in Los Angeles, too.

In short, this is a bizarre and absurd world.

"Harry, what are you talking about? This is hell, and the people here are crazy and mentally ill." The caravan leader shouted.

Harley sighed: "This is the real country of America after the gorgeous veil of lies has been torn away."

"Help me, save me," Lady Liberty begged in a low voice.

"You put on your clothes. Well, Yebby, help her clean up and then come over to see me." Harley said.

Half an hour later, Yebi led the Statue of Liberty, who was washing away the dirt by the small lake, to her.

The tall beauty with chestnut curly hair, although she has encountered those embarrassing things, she does not look weak, she is somewhat similar to Diana, and she has a healthy beauty.

Wearing a light green Greek robe and a silver pointed crown, he held a book - "Magna Carta of the United States" in his left hand, and held a flashing torch in his right hand.

A living goddess of liberty.

"It feels a little strange to face her." The leader of the Ma Gang said tangledly.

Harley felt the same way.

"What's the matter with you? You are a majestic god, and your divine power is not weak. Why are you being tainted by a mortal?" she asked.

"I am the 'freedom' of the Americans. I cannot resist the Americans. This is the rule."

Although the Statue of Liberty is sad, her big eyes still shine with the light of "freedom".

Well, it's not an exaggeration or an illusion.

This is the characteristic of conceptual belief in God.

“Originally, when I was on Liberty Island, they all respected me and treated me like a goddess, until one day, a big shot in Washington dragged me to the city and insulted me in the woods.

At that time, he was still a little scared and shouted "Jesus" and "God forgive me".

But after that happened once, big shots often treated me like that, calling me a cousin.

After that, even the big shots in the White House, ordinary big shots in the United States lost respect for me. After seeing the big shots doing whatever they wanted to me, they would join the violent crowd after they left, and even call me a prostitute.

Then more people came and this happened more often.

Only ordinary people are left to respect me, love me, believe in me, and let ‘freedom’ allow me to survive. "

"Jesus!" the caravan leader began to hold his head and groan again, "This is not scientific or materialistic. Do we exist in the mind of some expert who criticizes the spirit of the great United States?

Are the people and things in front of us all his thoughts?

Through these symbolic scenes and deeds, explain to us his thoughts of slandering the spirit of the United States? "

Harley glanced at him in surprise and said, "Mr. President, being able to say such things proves that you are thinking clearly and understand the current situation very well."

"I don't want to understand. I feel bad and need a psychiatrist." The horse gang leader grimaced and shook his head repeatedly.

Harley smiled and said: "It's okay, let's go back and let Uncle Sam take you to visit its divine kingdom.

Or, as you say, put your soul into Uncle Sam's brain and talk directly to his mind.

Guaranteed to turn you into a pure American spiritual believer again. "

The caravan leader continued to shake his head, looked at the Statue of Liberty and said, "If you are 'freedom', then what about other existences like you? Are there any?"

The Statue of Liberty lamented: "There are many more, including democracy, equality, justice, decency, kindness, innocence, and kindness. They were all humiliated, reviled, trampled on, tortured, and eventually died of weakness."

The gang leader's black face jumped a few times and said angrily: "You are lying! I have been in power for seven years, defeated the Kryptonians, regained dignity and freedom from the Green Lantern Corps, and shouted 'Long live life, Justice Stands', Crisis on Infinite Earths, we unite the universe.

Even if it does not make the United States the greatest, at least it will not decline to the point where justice is dead and kindness is no longer there. "

"Ahem, Mr. President, this is indeed the 'American Country', but it is not the whole of the United States. It was born in the White House!" Harley reminded.

"What do you mean? Is the White House trampling on freedom and killing justice and kindness?" The horse gang leader said unhappily: "Harley, you know who I am, am I so unbearable?"

"That's the truth. If hell hadn't cleared out, a large number of undead appeared in the human world, and crazily crowded towards the White House, we wouldn't have known that there was a 'Hell America' below the White House." Harley sighed.

The caravan leader's face became even uglier, "Is it possible that it was affected by the restart? The five universes merged into one, and the other four American countries did too many dirty things, which lowered the overall level of the 'American country'."

"Maybe," Harley asked Lady Liberty, "Are there any other gods around besides you?"

"I only know one."

"who?"

"Dollar bills!" The Statue of Liberty looked solemn, and the light of freedom in her eyes was obscured by fear.

"Dollars have become gods?!" The horse gang leader started holding his head and groaning again.

Harley was also stunned and asked, "Where is it?"

"Its home is over there," Lady Liberty said, pointing in the direction of Wall Street, then pointing south, "but it always resides in Washington."

"Go and have a look. No matter what, we have to go to Washington and get out of the White House." Harley made an immediate decision.

"Please take me, take me away," Lady Liberty begged.

"Are you able to leave freely?" the caravan leader asked doubtfully.

The Statue of Liberty looked at Harley and said, "I don't know what to do, but in you, I see the hope of 'freedom'."

Harry said in surprise: "Your vision is quite accurate."

"I am 'free'."

Harley thought for a while and said: "The easiest way is for you to be loyal to me and become the grass-headed god of Heaven Mountain, and use the power of heaven to cut off your ties with this 'Hell's American Country'.

You are not the 'Goddess of Liberty', you are actually 'freedom', so when you return to Earth, I will set you free. "

"I would like to pledge allegiance to you, Lord God." The Statue of Liberty saluted respectfully with a face full of joy.

The caravan leader frowned slightly, feeling unspeakably annoyed in his heart.

Freedom, the symbol of the American spirit, has sold himself into slavery.

This world is a partial projection of the real United States and represents the dark side of the United States.

Time and space are different from the material world. After a certain degree of distortion, everything here has been reduced to a symbol.

They walked along the highway for only ten minutes to Philadelphia, and after walking for a few more minutes, Washington appeared in front of them.

Harley thought it would be very difficult to find 'dollar bills', but as soon as she approached the National Mall in Washington, she saw dollar bills killing people.

Thick hundred-dollar bills flew in the sky, as dense as a swarm of bees, shooting knives like flying knives at the tycoons and politicians grilling human flesh below.

"Ah, fuck those dollar bills, get out of here!" A general fought them with guns and knives, and was brutally dismembered.

"Christ is above, Jesus, ah, ah." Businessmen and politicians in gorgeous uniforms saw the dollar bills falling like a rain of flying knives. They collapsed on the ground and begged God to appear.

It's a pity that God didn't want to pay attention to them, and they were brutally killed by the beautiful sword that they used to pursue.

"Hahahaha." Completely opposite to the misery of the Statue of Liberty, the dollar bill is powerful, laughs wildly, and sings triumphantly.