goddess of revolution

Chapter 906 Face-Slapping Situation One Face-Slapping Three Slaps, Beauty or Propaganda?

"Mortals can't defeat gods after all..."

The master of ceremonies has already entered the state, shaking his head and singing the narration, and even used vibrato, which really sang with an epic sense.

The black wolf threw the girl to the ground, opened its mouth wide, and was about to swallow the delicious food in one gulp.

There were desperate exclamations in the square, and many people went deep into the drama.

It would be embarrassing if they could hear the communication between a wolf and a man.

"I really want to lick all the way up from my toes, Qili, be good..."

"I knew you were hotter than Fei Ni, and more perverted than Xia An..."

"You will be satisfied with my service..."

"Shut up! I'm going to stab you!"

"Quick stab, quick stab, I can't bear it anymore!"

The girl pierced the black wolf's chest with a sword, and the black werewolf stood up, throwing out scarlet blood lines and howling in pain.

Because the tongue was too exaggerated, he was kicked by the girl, staggered back, and lay down on the stage.

"The girl sacrificed her soul to the sword and severely injured the black wolf..."

"But this is only the . . . beginning of the war between mortals and gods."

The needle-like long fur on the black wolf's body became thicker and longer, and stretched out suddenly like branches and leaves. In a short while, the whole giant wolf was covered by a giant tree.

The branches and leaves of the giant tree stretched up to mid-air, and the diffused gray mist covered the huge square like a cloud.There are clusters of black mist swaying on the branches and leaves, like dark fruits.

Those fruits fluttered away from the branches and leaves, and looked more like bats. They made a huge human face on the canopy.The outline and facial features are actually very beautiful, but because of the twitching and ferociousness, it looks extremely terrifying.

"You lowly mortal, dare to hurt my dog... er, wolf—!"

The roar of the giant face was like thunder, and there was a little commotion in the square. Although everyone knew it was an illusion of the scene, the effect was too realistic.

The narration followed up hoarsely: "The God of the Night has appeared! He will pay the price for hurting the mortal girl who incarnated!"

Two giant hands condensed on the left and right sides of the giant face, and shot the stream of light gathered by the bat-like dark fruit towards the girl, cutting deep wounds on the girl's body.

"God of the Night" improvised: "I want to chop you into dumpling stuffing! Cook it and dip it in vinegar!"

As a result, a wave of doubts arose in the square. Everyone was wondering what dumplings are and why they are dipped in vinegar?

The girl stepped back again and again. At this time, her clothes were in tatters, revealing a large area of ​​crystal clear skin, which was also covered with bloodstains.

Not to mention men, even Twins said with a heartache: "This is not beautiful at all, what should I do if there are scars left?"

"I'm not alone, God of the Night—!"

The girl finally spoke, and she yelled out the lingua franca with an obvious Siferne accent, which made the audience's scalps go numb, and they felt their ears go up to heaven at that moment.

"I am the only one who died, and there are people who will come after me!"

"After me, there will still be people who will climb the Wolf God Mountain, and there will be tens of thousands of mortals who will resist your rule!"

When the girl spoke, the long sword in her hand was dyed with a dark golden light inch by inch, like the morning sun and the setting sun. In short, the rays of light gushed out, tearing apart the gloomy world.

"Even now, I am not alone, I come with the desire of all mortals!"

The narration quickly followed up: "The girl pierced her chest with a long sword, releasing the mortal desires carried in her soul. Only such power can defeat the gods. For this reason, even if she sacrifices herself, the girl will not hesitate."

Amidst the exclamation of the audience, the long sword pierced through the girl's chest, as if opening a door to the world, and majestic but gentle power gushed out from her body.

There were human beings, elves, halflings, werewolves, vampires with fangs, even orcs and kobolds, countless...

The eruption of power brought up a violent air current, the cloak fluttered, and the hood fell down.

The long pale blonde hair was thrown in the wind, revealing a face that was difficult to express in words.

The scene was silent for about a third of a second, and then everyone's eyes widened, and it was hard to breathe.

It is not just pure beauty, it is the determination to challenge the gods and the gods, and the belief that they will never accept the rule of the gods, burning with life and soul.

At the VIP seat, Romulus, Twins, and all the officials subconsciously stood up.

They didn't applaud or cheer, they just looked at the girl's high-spirited figure foolishly.

Romulus was shocked violently, not only because of such beauty, but also because of such determination and belief, which were rooted in his heart.

He also believed that his officials and his people were not only shocked by Qili's beauty at this moment, but also shocked by Qili's spirit.

This is the will of the Holy Will Empire, the will of mortals.

Fully echoing the aspirations of the audience, the mortal girl in a beautiful costume raised her long sword and shouted: "Mortals will never be slaves!"

"God of the Night" muttered something, like "unless food and shelter are included", but unfortunately it was in another language that no one could understand.

The glow on the girl's long sword became brighter and brighter, quickly dispelling the dark clouds and shining on countless audiences.

The audience was shocked physically and mentally, and was shocked to find that phantoms floated from their bodies, waving various weapons, and rushed towards the God of the Night on the stage.

In a moment, thousands of phantoms converged into a tide, rushing towards the giant face.

Feeling the familiar but slightly different power stirring the soul, Romulus didn't resist, so he also saw his phantom rise and merge into the tide.

"This is……"

Romulus's heart was rippling, and the law of final judgment, His Royal Highness Qili's move to wake him up at the beginning, was only used more delicately and covered a wider range.

"Is that my soul? Am I being insane?"

Like all the people illuminated by the rays of light, Twins also created phantoms to participate in the battle. She was both happy and worried.

Romulus said: "No, that's just one side of our hearts, that's just to show that facing the gods, our mortal hearts are common."

"Do not--!"

"impossible--!"

"I am a god, how could I be defeated by little bugs like you mortals!"

The roar of the giant face changed from anger to panic, but the tone was a bit out of place, and it seemed that he was still trying to hold back his laughter.Fortunately, because His image was too terrifying, even a laugh that seemed to be scratching his armpit was regarded as an evil laugh.

The tide of phantoms surrounded the giant face like a swarm of insects, gnawing on it bit by bit, and it was riddled with holes in a short while, making it inhuman.

At this time, the girl pulled out the long sword from her chest, jumped up high, swung the sword with both hands, and slashed at the crippled giant face.

Blonde hair, smooth skin, and bloodstains, blended in the perfect face and figure, a little bit soaked in golden light.

When the girl jumped to the highest point, her body stretched to the extreme, and the power accumulated by the long sword behind her reached the peak, the world seemed to freeze, and her figure was frozen.

The golden light dyed her like a statue, covering every color.In front of her, the wave of phantoms was still tumbling, swallowing the giant face completely, and even the branches and leaves below and even the black wolf turned into smoke and slowly dissipated.

The narration appeared again: "The girl took herself as a sacrifice, summoned the elves of the living, summoned the souls of the dead, and finally eliminated the god of the night."

The girl who had turned into a golden statue turned into fly ash bit by bit in the air, and flakes of fly ash fell into the phantoms that were still lingering in mid-air, turning into little red and green, and then dissipated along with the phantoms.

Romulus closed his eyes carefully, and smiled when he opened his eyes: "It turns out that Sajani is here too. Long time no see, I miss her very much."

Most of the audience was still immersed in the strong shock, and a few who woke up couldn't wait to shout: "Quickly announce the result! Announce that Qili is the most beautiful!"

Twins calmed down, covered her mouth with a smile and said, "Your Highness Qili is too bullying, how can anyone be so beautiful?"

Romulus shrugged: "But at this time, even if I say that Her Highness Qili has lost, I will be beaten to death by the angry audience."

The bishop of a certain tyrannical church next to him frowned and said, "This God of the Night, as well as Hei Lang and Wolf God Mountain, how do you feel that you have heard of it before?"

The narration sounded again: "This is not a fictional story, but a folklore of a certain place. Thousands of years ago, in order to resist the rule of the God of the Night, the mortals there sacrificed countless lives from generation to generation."

"In the end they drove away the God of the Night, and they paid the price. Their souls and bloodlines were defiled by borrowing ancient power. But they did not sink, they still resisted and pursued freedom."

The bishop muttered: "It seems to be somewhere in East Fern..."

The narration continued: "They are...the Bradites, and this is but the least of the countless sufferings they have suffered."

The audience was already shouting rhythmically: "Qi Li! Victory! Qi Li! Victory!"

The recitation of the narration did not affect such cheers, but Romulus and others in the VIP seat were all stunned.

The bishop slapped his hands and shouted: "That's right! The legend of the Bled people! I'll just say I've heard it!"

All kinds of lights and shadows on the stage have dissipated, and the curtain behind it is rolling, and a tall and beautiful woman dressed in the uniform of a member of the Fei Communist Party appears.

It was Qili, who showed her true self and walked to the end of the long platform with big strides.

Raising her hands to respond to the audience's cheers, Qili looked towards the VIP seats, her eyes intertwined with Romulus.

She smiled and said: "Then, Your Majesty, you can announce the result."

Romulus sighed deeply, and sent a message to Qili: "You are not Bimei, you are hitting me in the face."

Obviously, Qili turned this contest into a political propaganda to promote the belief of the Red Federation and condemn the atrocities of the Holy Will Empire persecuting the Bled people.

Qili responded: "On the issue of humans and gods, we still have Brad people. Aren't we all on the same page? I am also helping you to unite the national spirit and eliminate the bad influence of the Brad incident."

"Now it depends on whether you are going forward or back..."

Feeling the warm atmosphere in the square, Romulus said in a very aggrieved tone: "Of course I know what to do, but when I think about it seriously, I am at a loss. Not to mention that I was almost killed, I have to apologize for it. "

Qili said calmly: "Everything is for the empire, for the mission, that's what you said."

Romulus said nothing more, jumped onto the long platform, and stood side by side with Qili.

"I declare that the winner is..."

Romulus held Qili's hand and raised it high: "His Royal Highness Qili!"

The cheers broke out in the square even more enthusiastically than before, which is what the people want!
"I would also like to thank His Royal Highness Qili, she is willing to accept my commission to show everyone how we should treat Brad people..."

"Our empire, following the will of Emperor Tudor, wants to accomplish the task he did not complete, which is to bring tranquility and peace to all mortals. This goal is doomed to our greatest enemy, the evil who wants to enslave mortals forever The gods, and the wicked churches that serve them."

"In this way, all mortals who resist the oppression of the gods and the church are our comrades-in-arms."

"So, our allies are not only the Red Federation, but also other mortals, including Brad..."

Romulus pushed the boat along and took the dominance of this political propaganda into his own hands.

He frankly admitted that the Empire's actions in Brad had gone wrong, and that his accident was a well-earned lesson for him.He said that he would work with the Chilian to help the Bled people build a new home and purify the power of the ancestors they received.

With the wonderful performance and the emperor's statement, how could the audience in the square insist on treating the Bled people as evil and alien.

Of course, the most important thing is that the emperor said that the empire will only work with the Red Federation to help the Bled people to build a country, which shows that the empire will not put the Bled people into the empire, and requires everyone to get along with them in a friendly manner.

Since they won't get together, why not be generous and show a friendly gesture?

Romulus's speech had everyone heartily applauding, no, not everyone...

Her Majesty the future Queen, her eyes were fixed on the hands held by Romulus and Qili, her lips twitched slightly, as if she was counting.

So far, the beauty competition has perfectly integrated entertainment and publicity, and it is a successful event.

But when a certain guard suddenly rode his gun and rubbed it vigorously, the atmosphere of the scene finally turned to another direction, a direction that made people laugh and cry, covered their faces when they said it, and dared not look at the painting style at all.

Many guards and spectators near the long platform began to roll, some hugged each other and rubbed against each other, and some directly plunged into the ground.There was a whooping sound in his mouth, his face was red and purple, and his eyes were green.

Qili covered her face, and summoned a certain culprit: "Did you spill real blood at that time?"

Karin in the backstage took it for granted: "I heard from you that it's PG13, but Sajani said that the blood can't be red, it must be black or green. How can I do that? I have to bleed some real blood, what's wrong?"

Qili sighed: "Come out and see for yourself."

Karin was stunned, and there was a whirring noise in the communication, as if she had gotten on a hoverbike and moved away at full speed, she even shouted: "Goodbye!"

If it wasn't for Qili's quick explanation, and then let the arcanist and druid use magic to imprison these people, the performance and speech just now would have been in vain.

After a lot of busy work, I cleaned up the head and tail.

Romulus finally thought of a question: "In the legend of Brad, what is the God of the Night, and what does it have to do with Lady Night? Lady Night is the God of Night."

Qili spread her hands and said: "That's right, that's how it was spread. It was said that Ms. Ye originally wanted to do something in Brad, but she was kicked out. This legend also made her up. In Brad, Ms. Ye Like other gods, they are not well received by the local people."

Romulus sighed: "I was wrong indeed. In the matter of mortals and gods, the Brad people should indeed be our allies, but I..."

"You will face many of the same things in the future," Qili comforted, "But as long as you are the same as now, you can listen to other people's opinions, and you can take responsibility and risks bravely, even if you made a mistake at the beginning, you can still correct it." .”

Romulus said gratefully: "Of course, how could I not listen to His Highness Qili's words?"

Qi Li coughed and said, "So, can you let go of my hand?"

………………

Valentine, in Hathaway's private estate, a petite and thin girl was slumped on the sofa, watching the mirage with great interest.

She suddenly sneezed and sneezed several times in one breath.

"what happened?"

Hathaway, who was wearing glasses and taking notes next to her, asked in surprise and concern: "Ma'am, is there something wrong with your host status?"

Misya shook her head and said with a strange expression: "It seems that someone is talking bad about me..."

(End of this chapter)