hooklinebooks Chapter 104: He took away his bird's nest!
Chapter 104: He took away his bird's nest!
Chapter 104: He took away his bird's nest!
God’s country.
Luo Huan lay on a recliner made of solidified shadows, toying with a translucent bead between her fingers.
The inside of the bead displays a live image of Lansing State Government Square: flames, black smoke, crowds, and Karl standing on a stone platform with his right arm raised.
She stared at the screen for a few seconds.
"Alright, alright, you're going to try and stealthily attack me, huh?"
The sound echoed in the empty divine realm, but there was no response.
She was referring to the operation that began last night.
Overnight, all the major nobles and heads of large corporations in Michigan were either killed or dragged to the square and burned into crosses.
Through the beads, she saw Karl announcing the establishment of "New Canaan".
In essence, it was the establishment of a state within a state.
Or rather, for the first time in the 250-year history of the United States, a person from the lower class used violent means to directly overthrow a state government and establish a new regime without regard to federal jurisdiction.
"What kind of novel thing is this?"
She spoke softly, a slight smile playing on her lips.
The images inside the bead continued to play. In the square, apart from Carl and his followers chanting slogans, most of the ordinary white onlookers looked bewildered. Some were filming with their phones, some were whispering to each other, and some were just standing there watching, as if watching a street performance.
"Stationery for North American cowards."
Luo Huan tapped the surface of the bead lightly with her fingers. "If it weren't for the rednecks, these people would probably still be the most docile of the White Feather people, right?"
She saw a middle-aged man in pajamas in the crowd, looking at his phone and shaking his head, as if to confirm that it wasn't a prank or special effect.
"Their political awareness has fallen so low that they think this is just another kind of threatening protest."
She paused for two seconds after she finished speaking.
Then, with a sudden burst of force, he poked the bead directly into it.
"Excellent work! Deserves a reward!"
The moment the fingertip touched the surface of the bead, a tremendous force began to flow into it.
The light and shadow inside the bead fluctuated violently, like the surface of water after a stone has been thrown in.
"Ah, this feeling."
Luo Huan closed her eyes, feeling the flow of power.
Like a toy that's been played with too much and now feels a bit loose.
Only when she channeled her full strength did she feel a slight sense of resistance. The tension that used to cause her to contract wildly with the slightest increase in force was gone.
"Tsk, only two layers are broken?"
She opened her eyes and looked at the beads.
The internal world barrier, like a poorly made limiter, had two layers breached directly. But the third layer remained stable, and any further infusion would only overflow.
She withdrew her finger.
The bead returned to calm, but the scene inside continued.
"Rednecks~"
She whispered, sliding off the deck chair and landing in a blurry white cat shape. She lazily tossed her head, "Let's storm Washington, sit on the jade throne, and seize his bird's nest!"
Then he tapped the bead with the tip of his tail.
The instructions were transmitted through an invisible connection.
on the square.
Karl stood on the stone platform.
A crimson aura emanated from him, covering the more than two thousand people in the front row and continuing to spread outwards.
He could feel the cross-shaped scar on the back of his hand burning hot, getting hotter and hotter, as if flames were burning out of his bones.
Then, an even greater force began to pour in.
It didn't originate from within his own body; it came in from the outside, from above, from some indescribable direction.
"Lord! You are watching over me!"
He shouted, raising his right hand high.
The red wave expanded suddenly from him.
The aura that originally covered only the two thousand or so people in the front row instantly spread out, enveloping more than 20,000 people in the entire square.
Everyone felt it.
A warm force poured in from the top of my head, flowed down my spine, and spread to my limbs and bones.
The Avengers who were near the stone platform shuddered, and the red light in their eyes intensified.
Those watching from the periphery also noticed it.
Some people instinctively stepped back, but most stood still, feeling the power flowing through their bodies.
Karl's body was trembling.
The power is too great.
Like a flood rushing into a narrow river channel, it frantically tore apart his muscles, bones, and internal organs.
He could hear a faint tearing sound coming from inside his body.
But then, the tear was repaired.
Destroy, repair.
Back and forth.
The pain was sharp, like countless needles piercing every cell at the same time.
He clenched his teeth, and his gums bled.
Sweat beaded on his forehead and evaporated quickly.
Fine cracks began to appear on the surface of the skin, and a red glow emanated from within the cracks.
Then the cracks were repaired, and the skin returned to normal.
This process lasted about ten seconds.
The pain reached its peak in the eleventh second.
A suppressed growl escaped Karl's throat: "Ugh!!! Ah!!!"
The sound was squeezed out from deep within his chest.
The crowd below the stage fell silent and looked at him.
They saw Karl's body trembling, saw cracks appearing and disappearing on his skin, and saw white mist forming from the evaporation of sweat.
Then, at the twelfth second.
Click.
Click.
Two clear, distinct sounds, audible only to Karl himself, resounded from the depths of his soul.
It looks like something broke.
The pain disappeared instantly.
The burning sensation also disappeared.
Instead, there is a kind of smooth flow.
The power flows through my body without obstruction or tearing sensation.
He opened his eyes.
The perspective has changed.
He could see the red aura surrounding each person in the audience, the flow of that aura, and the distribution of the strength within them.
He could feel that his scope of authority had expanded.
He could sense that the current coverage radius was no longer just covering a city, but could even cover the entire state of Michigan!
Moreover, the strength has been increased.
He can control the flow of breath more precisely and mobilize power more quickly.
Then, a voice rang in his mind.
It wasn't heard through the ears, but appeared directly in consciousness.
"Go! Go and sit on the white jade throne, and embark on the path of atonement!"
Karl clenched his right hand.
The cross-shaped scar on the back of my hand was burning hot, but no longer painful.
He took a deep breath.
Then take a step forward.
The stone platform beneath our feet trembled slightly.
"Yes, Lord! I will sit on the white jade throne and embark on the path of atonement!"
The sound was amplified and echoed throughout the square.
More than two thousand Avengers in the audience chanted in unison: "The Jade Throne! The Path of Atonement!"
The sound spread outwards.
More people, enveloped in the red atmosphere, began to shout along.
It was a bit messy at first, but it quickly became unified.
"The Jade Throne! The Path to Atonement!"
"The Jade Throne! The Path to Atonement!"
Karl stood on the stone platform, looking down at the crowd.
Flames burned behind him.
The black smoke continued to rise.
The red aura wafted through the crowd, growing stronger and stronger.
He raised his right hand, palm up.
The crimson aura surged upwards with his movements, converging in mid-air to form a faint cross shape.
The outline lasted for three seconds before disappearing.
But the shouts from the crowd did not stop.
"The Jade Throne! The Path to Atonement!"
Carl lowered his hand.
He turned around and looked east.
The direction of Washington.
Then he jumped off the stone platform and landed on the ground.
The crowd automatically parted to make way.
He walked forward.
Behind them, the flames continued to burn.