Chapter 345: Resistance and Suppression
In front of the House of Lords in London.
The panicked crowd had gradually dispersed like the receding tide, revealing the mottled bloodstains all over the ground and dozens of helpless mortals who were 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 curious people around, the former protesters who escaped by chance, and the reporters who heard the news, all looked at the seven tall and straight backs.
They also saw the strange behavior of the seven people - smashing the sword blade in their hands with their fists, and the savage and bloody light when the flesh and blood fists collided with the steel blades, piercing deeply into the eyes and hearts of the onlookers.
This sharp light, which was 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 singing, like the sound of war songs and drums in ancient times, also resounded freely on the empty streets, and everyone's heart seemed to beat eagerly following this passionate rhythm.
The secret believers hidden in the crowd looked at each other. It can be foreseen that in the future, many violent resistance incidents will inevitably break out in London. Perhaps the cowardly wife can no longer tolerate the husband who does not return home at night, perhaps the timid employees can no longer tolerate the boss who bullies and insults, or perhaps the uneasy people are determined to unite to fight against injustice and unfairness...all kinds of unyielding resistance.
"London City, it's going to be a mess!"
This thought exists in the minds of many secret believers who are watching from a distance, and also in the minds of the anti-suppression bureau operators who are monitoring in the dark.
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish--
Seven imperceptible gunshots whistled, seven bright blood flowers bloomed between the eyebrows of seven cultists, and seven upright figures leaned back together.
However, these seven steel bullets of noon, which contained great skills, could only cause the bodies of the seven cultists to lean back slightly, and could not take their lives at all!
Their bodies, bent 90 degrees backward, suddenly rebounded like springs, and at the same moment, sharp bone spurs burst out from the shoulders, elbows, knees and other joints of the seven people.
Their faces, with turbid blood flowing from their eyebrows, became particularly hideous and terrifying, their eyes bulged as if they were stuffed with prismatic crystals, the corners of their mouths cracked and expanded to their earlobes, and dagger-like teeth emerged.
In just a blink of an eye, these seven cultists had been deformed into terrifying monsters covered with bone blades! ! !
Even if the seven gunshots sounded again, they only splashed seven tiny blood flowers again, which could not hinder the seven monsters' steps, could not force the seven monsters to shut up, and could not block the ancient war songs that contained the rhythm of change and resistance from spreading far and wide.
And these seven bone spur monsters waved their arms and hit their chests in front of tens of thousands of eyes, making a loud bang like beating a drum, waving their arms with deformed bone spurs and sharp blades to perform an ancient war dance! ! !
This deep and powerful drum sound spread in an instant, resounding in the hearts of the onlookers, and they seemed to be able to hear the voices of these seven monsters.
Some people with compatible aptitudes are more like a channel of resonance with the seven-headed monster, and can directly feel the tragic and generous in each other's hearts. The hearts in their chests begin to beat violently, and some desires that were drowned by the burden of firewood, rice, oil and salt begin to stir again... Why do we have to live such a monotonous and boring life day after day? !
Why do we have to be willing to be exploited by those hateful and damned capitalists? !
Why do we have to let those backward and corrupt nobles take the fruits of our labor without complaint? !
Why? Why? Why don't we unite and resist? ! ! !
An unyielding belief that they don't want to be enslaved and ruled anymore gradually sprouted. These mortals who have awakened revolutionary ideas hid in the crowd and scanned back and forth. When they made eye contact, they had already found like-minded people with the same idea, but they were silent to each other, just nodded slightly to indicate, and quietly retreated from this eye-catching place.
Before leaving, they turned back to look at the seven monsters in the distance, which were deformed and terrifying but contained the beauty of resistance, and said in their hearts: "Thank you for your sacrifice!"
"Please rest assured that your sacrifice is valuable, and the fire of revolution will never be extinguished... The seven of you fell, but on the land where you died, there will be thousands and thousands of us standing up!!!"
The high-spirited war dance did not continue as expected. There were hidden gunshots one after another. Those cultists who were inspired by the ritual of the seven monsters had all died tragically under bullets from unknown sources.
After eliminating other hidden dangers, the remaining firepower was also concentrated on the unyieldingly dancing seven monsters.
There were also several flashes from all directions, both from the reporters' cameras and from the glow machines in the hidden places.
Countless bright blood flowers bloomed on the bodies of these seven selfless revolutionaries, but such a powerful suppression seemed to have also angered the clanging resistance in the seven monsters.
These injuries and pains are like hot hammers hitting them.
In such tempering, they will become stronger like weapons placed on an anvil and hammered by a blacksmith! ! !
The terrifying sharp bone spurs continued to grow wildly, and the seven strong flesh and blood bodies seemed to have turned into sharp blade trees. The sword branches shining with cold light pierced out from the muscles, completely wrapping up the seven alien bodies, like a thorn armor made of thick black steel blades.
The faint hissing of bullets stopped, as if the gunmen hiding in the dark also understood that the current target was definitely not something that the guns in their hands could penetrate.
But the gray sky with haze and clouds suddenly cleared up, and the cold and ruthless winter light shone unreservedly on the seven dancing steel monsters, and suddenly a blazing white flame rose, like seven balls of cold and merciless glow swaying unsteadily.
But even so, these seven steel bodies still insisted on dancing to the ancient dance music that inspired resistance. The clanging and hissing of the sharp blades and armor plates colliding and rubbing sounded so harsh that some of the onlookers who were too kind-hearted even had tears in their eyes, as if they were deeply moved by the unyielding resistance of the seven monsters.
But most of the onlookers looked at the blazing white flames that came into their eyes, but suddenly shuddered, and successfully got rid of the influence of the strange war dance, regained the rationality and consciousness that ordinary people should have, and silently watched the protesters die in the raging flames - their hearts were as calm and numb as before.
Seven groups of swaying flames burst out with an extremely dazzling glow for a moment, and the hundreds of yards around seemed as bright and shining as summer daylight.
The seven charred and withered bodies finally fell slowly.
The resistance of the cowards was ultimately no match for the suppression of the Supreme.
But the seeds of resistance have quietly been planted in the hearts of those who are sexually compatible. Even the powerful light that burst out just now cannot completely erase the influence.
Even the powerful anti-suppression bureau cannot erase the memory of the tens of thousands of people present.
After today, the reputation of the "blade monster" will quietly spread throughout London. Even if the authorities take action, they cannot extinguish this flame of fear and resistance.