Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 141 The Man Closest to God
The demon-slaying army, having suffered heavy losses, scattered without hesitation.

Of course, improving tactical positioning.

However, the chameleon president was not intimidated, so he immediately announced that the sacred battle would continue, and ordered the whole country to enter a state of war, mobilized the elite of the Foreign Legion to reinforce the country, used excavators to cut off all roads outside the war zone, and even announced the evacuation of residents from the war zone.

Of course, the residents of the war zone were welcoming the king's army with food and drink.

Or perhaps they were holding up their phones, taking selfies with Yang Feng like a party animal.

Then they happily watched their number of followers skyrocket online.

Do you have any questions for this supposed immortal from the East?
I can do it for you!
"This is the Crimson Sky Sword, the Emperor's Sword. It was the personal sword of Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang. He once used this sword to slay a white snake and start an army to establish an empire that lasted for four hundred years."

And two hundred years later, the one on your cross was born.

Whether he is a god, I truly do not know, but I do know that gods do exist.

Yang Feng, brandishing the Crimson Sky Sword, introduced it to the cheering local residents and tourists stranded in the area. At the same moment, with a downward swing, a blood-red sword light surged, instantly slicing open the roof of a car dozens of meters away. Several burly men rushed over and lifted the roof, then everyone frantically filmed the severed stub, while countless onlookers online gasped in amazement.

It's all about the influencer effect!
As for what Yang Feng did before, who among the onlookers would care!
Dozens of members of parliament died in that Eastern island nation?
Shouldn't we just shoot these kinds of people with machine guns?
If you really can't find a machine gun, two steel pipes will do.

And just now, in that city across the Atlantic, seven bankers, eighteen financial managers, more than thirty stockbrokers, more than seventy insurance brokers, and an insurance company CEO died...

Why can't we just add another zero to everything?
In fact, there was widespread celebration about this on their own country's internet.

"But I am not a god, I am just a cultivator, a cultivator who has achieved some success. In ancient times, people like me were usually called immortals. As for what I am doing now, there is only one word: fairness. The colonizers of the colonial era plundered the wealth of the colonized through killing, which was unfair. And a hundred or two hundred years later, they can still shamelessly display this wealth in public, flaunting it as the wealth left by their ancestors, and even setting up entrance fees so that the descendants of the true owners have to pay money to see their ancestors' treasures. This is not only unfair, but also shameless."

Extremely shameless!
Everyone in this world talks about justice, fairness, and universal love, yet this utterly shameless behavior continues unchecked.

These treasures are weeping.

Their true owner is crying.

sin?

Can time erase evil? Can time turn black into white? Does a robber steal something, and a hundred years later it's his? Is this justice and fairness? Now I only need one thing: fairness, fairness, and fucking fairness!

Yang Feng raised his arms and shouted.

The cheering crowd around him looked slightly embarrassed.

Of course, there were also those who were genuinely cheering.

"Yes, go and retrieve the treasures of our ancestors!"

A man of obvious Middle Eastern descent was shouting excitedly.

"Take our things back!"

Then a Black man shouted excitedly.

His white girlfriend hesitated slightly, but after he hugged her tightly and she felt that familiar warmth, she immediately became excited and raised her hand in equal enthusiasm.

"Let's go together!"

It is clearly an image of freedom guiding the people.

"Let's go together!"

More people shouted.

Yang Feng walked directly to his car.

"You, drive!"

He casually shoved a girl into the car and said.

A young girl next to him opened the passenger door and quickly got in. Yang Feng was puzzled for a moment, then opened the back door and got in. He then opened the sunroof, leaned out, and pointed forward like Joan of Arc wielding her sword...

"go ahead!"

he shouted.

The car beneath his feet immediately started moving.

Behind him, the black, green, and white thugs scrambled into their respective cars, some even unfurling their flags, some playing their national anthems, and some even displaying rainbow flags. This was common here; after all, this country was arguably the most ideologically chaotic in Europe. Yang Feng's car was the lead vehicle. As they passed a wrecked car on the roadside, the girl in the passenger seat casually ripped off a tricolor flag and unfurled it through the window. And so, this group, resembling a gathering of demons and monsters, began their expedition.

They soon reached the army's defensive line, where the routed soldiers were standing guard beside a trench that was being dug, watching as excavators cut off the road.

This scene left them all dumbfounded.

Of course, they were also terrified.

After all, on the frontmost family SUV, the demon was pointing a sword at them.

It's just like that person who once held up one hand and reigned supreme over their capital from the reviewing stand.

Two escort motorcycles pulled up behind, and two burly Black men walked directly to the excavator. The soldiers tried to stop them, but one glance at the men wielding swords made them abandon the idea. They watched as the two men climbed onto the excavator and dragged the driver out. One of the men, clearly skilled at driving, took control and quickly filled in the dug-out road to create a passage. The other man stood by the roadside, directing the convoy to pass through one by one, and then they continued forward.

The soldiers behind them looked at each other in bewilderment.

But in the end, nothing was done.

Yang Feng's convoy traveled smoothly along the highway, while the vehicles following behind, filled with people from all walks of life—black, green, and white—celebrated their expedition in front of the live-streaming cameras.

Soon, as they passed through a small town, a large number of people in the same black, green, and white color scheme emerged, joining them in various vehicles. There was even a band that carried their instruments onto a truck and played their heavy metal rock live through loudspeakers.

And more and more people are joining.

Even the proportion of white people is increasing.

The convoy following behind grew longer and longer, and in the small towns they passed through, no one stopped them. Local officials hid, police pretended not to know, and only fighter jets occasionally came overhead to monitor them, though most were drones, as the Rafale fighters were still too expensive. Yang Feng stood on his car, admiring the pastoral scenery, feeling like Guderian when he stormed into this land, speeding along the highway.

As he drove through the small towns and villages on both sides, people kept joining him.

It's important to know that rural areas are typically conservative.

They are politically opposed to those who are Black, Green, or White.

but……

They've actually become partners now.

That's just how this country is!
Once emotions are stirred up, it's easy to fall into a frenzy.

They have many such records in their history.

Ultimately, with the current economic downturn and soaring cost of living, many of these countries, despite their long-standing status as developed nations, are merely empty shells. They still have to put on a brave face, desperately trying to maintain their crumbling great-power dreams on the world stage. But what is the price they pay?

Let the common people suffer a bit!

In this situation, once emotions are stirred up, the initial reason becomes irrelevant; they just want to vent.

Their advance had nothing to do with Yang Feng anymore.

They just want to advance.

They just needed someone to lead the way, or rather, someone to pave the way for them, and Yang Feng played that role. Whether they agreed with Yang Feng's theories or not was irrelevant. They might not even agree with them at all, since that would be tantamount to saying their ancestors had committed a sin, but that wouldn't stop them from following Yang Feng. What mattered most was that Yang Feng could help them vent their pent-up anger.

"Hang him!"

The crowds lining the roadside as the convoy passed erupted in excited shouts.

Behind Yang Feng, a truck carrying a gallows-like structure stood erect, with a cardboard cutout of the chameleon president hanging from it. This was, of course, quite mild; previously, they had actually used a guillotine to simulate beheadings. Just then, transport planes flew overhead, followed by paratroopers jumping out. Yang Feng watched with interest as the paratroopers landed directly on the opposite side of a large bridge. Then, a piercing whistling sound filled the air as what appeared to be a glide bomb struck the bridge squarely. With a burst of flame, debris from the bridge flew into the sky.

The cars that had reached the bridgehead stopped immediately.

The long convoy following behind came to a stop.

"Where is this?"

Yang Feng asked.

Amiens.

The girl in the passenger seat answered.

"So this is the famous river?"

Yang Feng stared in astonishment at the river in front of him, which was not very wide but was clearly a canal.

So this small river was where millions of people shed their blood on the battlefield back then.

"It's the Foreign Legion!"

The girl who was driving was holding her phone and speaking.

The above is their government spokesperson, who is answering reporters' questions and telling them that an advance team of the Foreign Legion has been airdropped here, and more troops are on their way to reinforce the area. They will eliminate the demon here. Regarding the reports that many people have followed this demon and chanted slogans to hang the chameleon president, he believes that the demon has used witchcraft.

He's a demon, so it's reasonable for him to use witchcraft, right?

His Excellency the President is deeply concerned about the country and its people, and has dedicated everything to the nation. As the banner of civilization, the people of this country also love their country. How could they possibly choose to follow the devil and oppose the President during this special time of demonic invasion?
witchcraft!

It must be witchcraft!

He used witchcraft to control those people!

"So I'm still a little curious. Although I believe what I'm doing is just, I'm still going to take some things from your museum. These things are treasures to you, or even the glorious memories of your once powerful nation."

I understand why those who support me are black and green.

But why are you native white people following me too?

Yang Feng asked curiously.

Now, most of the people behind him are really native white people!
"You are the only known true supernatural being, and arguably the closest human being to God. Isn't that enough? Besides, nearly 80% of the people in this country want him to step down. Since we can make a big scene and force him to resign by following you, why not do it? Moreover, what do those things you want have to do with us? We can certainly go to the museum and admire them, but after that, won't we still end up back in our small apartments that we rent with almost half our monthly salary, looking at the various bills mailed to us, and thinking about finding another part-time job to avoid having to sell ourselves?"

"It's a young female driver," she said softly.

"Moreover, we can become famous and make a lot of money."

The girl in the passenger seat happily held up her phone to show Yang Feng her skyrocketing number of followers.

"That makes sense, let's get started!"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

He then opened the car door and got out.

The two girls also opened the car door and got out. Yang Feng put his arm around one of them and looked at the other side of the bombed-out bridge, where the foreign legion soldiers who had just been airdropped were setting up defenses.

These are clearly not the previous ones; they must have been involved in the Sino-Mao War. They are continuously driving cars, especially trucks, onto the bridge to block it. Although the bridge has been bombed by guided bombs, it only created a hole in the surface, and people can still pass through from both sides, but now it is impassable.

They even dropped landmines.

Behind these vehicles, hidden gun barrels, grenade launchers, and even anti-tank missiles were all in place, waiting for his attack.

Several drones hovered in the sky.

The artillery in the rear should already be aiming at this area.

"The man closest to God."

Yang Feng sighed with emotion.

Immediately afterwards, a halberd appeared in front of him, and at the same time, his clothes transformed into golden armor.

The next moment, he lifted the two girls into the air.

Behind him, a pair of energy wings, almost solidifying, formed, making him appear like a golden-armored god, hovering in the sky, one arm around a young girl, with his halberd hovering before him. The foreign legion soldiers below all stood up, gazing at the sky with awe, while some of those who had come with Yang Feng even knelt down, looking at him as if worshipping a deity.

The next moment, he lightly kicked the halberd.

The latter instantly transformed into a golden light.

Before a foreign legionary officer holding binoculars could react, he was swept by the golden light, and then his head fell off.

The golden light moved at incredible speed through the bewildered soldiers, each time it passed a soldier whose head fell off. In this way, it drew a jumble of golden lines on the bridgehead in the visual afterimage, until the last foreign legion soldier's head fell off, and then it returned to Yang Feng.

"Tell the chameleon that next time he wants to see me, he shouldn't forget to bring a white flag."

He has declared war on me.

This is war.

Yang Feng said.

At the same time, his energy wings flapped behind him, and he flew through the sky like an angel descending from heaven, quickly landing on a drone and kicking it to pieces...

(End of this chapter)