Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 143: The Law of the Ancestors Cannot Be Changed

When Yang Feng met the sailors again, he had already spread his wings and was rapidly rising from the large hole in the center of the aircraft carrier.

Of course, the aircraft carrier is also sinking.

The steel ball, weighing several hundred tons, is actually not very big; its diameter is less than five meters.

While the kinetic energy of a fall from 10,000 meters is indeed enormous, its size is still too small compared to an aircraft carrier. Furthermore, an aircraft carrier is a honeycomb structure, and the thickness of each steel plate is negligible compared to a steel ball. The carrier's internal structure also has sufficient deformation capacity to withstand the impact, unlike a city wall which would create a massive crater. Therefore, the steel ball ultimately only created a vertical shaft...

A real well.

Because the seawater beneath his feet was being forced into the sky by tens of thousands of tons of pressure.

He seemed to rise from the waves.

The deck was a mess, littered with warplanes that had been blown off course, many of which had crashed into the sea. Dead and wounded sailors were also piled up, while survivors lay on the deck, trembling as they looked up at him.

The violent shaking caused by the impact of the aircraft carrier sent waves crashing onto the shore.

Cars that had been swept away were piled up, and survivors were getting up, looking at him with the same eyes that looked up to a god.

The warship that fired at him, being the closest and also moored near the shore, was also twisted and deformed from the impact of the waves and collided with the dock; seawater was even pouring into the shattered hull.

Even now, the waves are still moving within this naval port.

It's just gradually leveling off.

"mortal!"

Yang Feng said disdainfully.

Then, amidst horrified gazes, he transformed into a beam of golden light that shot straight into the sky.

And then……

The chameleon surrendered.

He shamefully announced in a public speech that, due to a misunderstanding, he had blocked the supernatural being's attempt to help them resolve the problems left over from the colonial era. However, as the origin of modern civilization, China should be at the forefront of thoroughly resolving these issues. Therefore, he declared that he would entrust all the treasures looted during the colonial era to the supernatural being, who would then invite experts from the victimized countries to authenticate them before handing them over to their original countries for disposal.

"We are a civilized country, and freedom, equality, and fraternity are engraved in our blood."

The colonial era is over.

Let it end permanently!

He said.

As he said this, Yang Feng's convoy was passing the Arc de Triomphe.

After all, no one could capture the city before they surrendered.

As for the car, it has obviously been replaced.

Instead, he was given a car from a well-known domestic brand in the East. This was compensation from Chameleon, because he didn't want a car from another country. So Chameleon had to buy him a car and then have it airlifted to a nearby airport and delivered to him.

Fortunately, there are also distributors here.

The license plate was definitely not changed.

His license plate wasn't blown up.

So at this moment, Yang Feng was standing in the car, leaning out of the sunroof, surrounded by countless onlookers, escorted by his bodyguards and led by police cars, driving through the Arc de Triomphe like a visiting VIP. Behind him was a grand convoy of cars, all of whom claimed to be his followers, wanting to cultivate immortality with him. Although the chameleon's surrender had thwarted their hopes of taking advantage of the situation in the city, they had already become famous online. Like that little band, which was now a sensation, and the two divine servants, who had gained countless fans and were already being contacted by entertainment companies to prepare for their debut as a group.

So at this moment they are the victors, just like a certain army that passed through here years ago.

As for the onlookers on both sides...

This wasn't the first time they had welcomed foreign troops passing through this area.

The women were even blowing kisses to the convoy!
Just like back then.

Yang Feng watched this scene with a touch of emotion...

This country is ruined.

Really.

Although people mock their habit of waving white flags, they are actually the backbone of continental Europe. But now, all you see is black and green, while white people are filled with people in strange clothes or even waving rainbow flags. It has to be said that it is not that difficult to destroy a country.

All you need to do is guide people to indulge their desires.

They will walk into the abyss on their own.

He passed through the Arc de Triomphe, then arrived at the Presidential Palace, where he was personally greeted by the Chameleon and entered the palace.

Inside the chameleon's office.

"Your Excellency, we have investigated and found that the person who fired the rocket at you was hired by some force. Although he did not admit it, it should be true. Your appearance terrified them because their faith was challenged, and their very existence is based on their faith."

Moreover, the person who died in the rocket explosion incident was also a member of an important family.

But I can't tell you who they are.

Of course, based on our laws, we can only try him in a military court, but we cannot try those who hired him, because even if there is evidence, they can explain it as acting out of patriotism.

The chameleon said it very directly.

"You want to borrow a knife to kill someone?"

Yang Feng said.

"Your Excellency, but I am stating the facts."

"The chameleon said with a smile."

It's true that he used someone else to do the dirty work, but what he said is also true.

But that's not the whole story.

Yang Feng's appearance did indeed have a serious impact on various beliefs.

so what?

Anyone with a modern education knows that the world is based on science. Although they may still believe in various religions, they are simply finding solace for their spiritual needs. Especially in continental Europe, this is no longer an issue; they are no longer in the Crusades era. Now, their beliefs are more like a cultural tradition.

The situation is more serious in the New World.

In particular, Yang Feng's previous act of sending all the rockets to that city, causing numerous casualties, thoroughly enraged these people. That city was practically their stronghold, and it's estimated that more than half of the dead were their own men. Locking the battlefield there also served their interests; after all, the dead were Europeans, and if Yang Feng and the Chameleon continued their fierce battle, they could help under the guise of allies.

Laser-equipped warships are already on their way, bombers have arrived at their bases in Europe, and even rocket artillery equipped with tactical missiles has reached the border.

You can join anytime.

Then the chameleon is forced to continue fighting.

If necessary, a nuclear bomb can be gifted, delivered by missile, of course.

A small tactical nuclear bomb is not something that cannot be used.

But no one expected Chameleon to surrender so quickly. Of course, it's also possible that they anticipated he would surrender, but they didn't expect Yang Feng to be able to directly destroy the aircraft carrier. Under these circumstances, Chameleon's surrender was inevitable.

"Hand the person over to me, and I'll handle this."

Yang Feng said.

He was going anyway.

The chameleon nodded.

Then he pushed a hard drive in front of him to Yang Feng. “Sir, this is a list of foreign artifacts in our government's custody, including those already shipped and those yet to be transported. If you agree, we will ship them to a neighboring country, to the city you designate. However, we hope our experts can also participate in the identification process. Some of these artifacts were not looted but acquired legally, and we can promise to resolve this through negotiations with them. You should understand that many of these artifacts are not suitable to be sent back, for example, to a country currently at war. Sending them back at that time would be irresponsible. We have a comprehensive custody system that can provide them with the best preservation; for their safety, it is better for them to remain with us.”

Of course, with their consent.

"The chameleon said."

"A legal way, a legal way to force someone to agree by holding a bayonet to their throat?"

Yang Feng couldn't help but smile.

The chameleon's face remained calm.

In fact, his idea was quite clear: most of these would definitely return to their country, but it would require negotiations with their original home countries.

Or rather, give them a share of the money.

These artifacts are exhibited in museums here, and a portion of the ticket revenue goes to their former countries. This aligns with the interests of some of these countries, as they genuinely lack the ability to monetize these treasures. It's essentially tourism, but the problem is that in those poor and chaotic areas, even if people wanted to see them, they'd have to consider safety first. While this place is also chaotic, it's mostly theft and robbery, not life-threatening. And the elite Europeans will pay to come here, take photos in the museum, and post them on social media. But if they went to those poor and chaotic small countries, they'd be worried about getting their high heels dirty!
Besides, I can't post it on WeChat Moments to show off!

As for the future, it depends on the situation. If the original vassal state is in a state of war, like the one currently in a state of war, it's not impossible that they might default on their debts.

So Chameleon is indeed an excellent politician; he is minimizing the damage.

"I won't interfere. As long as you get the consent of your country of origin, you can stay here."

Yang Feng said.

All he wanted were those bronze artifacts.

To be precise, it can't even be called those bronze artifacts, because the bronzes belonging to the Nine Tripods only account for a small proportion of these bronze artifacts. Removing this part will not even affect its integrity. So as long as it is removed, what remains is still a complete bronze artifact, and it won't even be noticeable from the outside. At most, the weight will be slightly reduced.

As for the others...

That was just for his entertainment.

"So, our misunderstanding is cleared up?"

The chameleon stood up, extended its hand, and said very sincerely.

Yang Feng stood up, shook hands with him, and then took his leave.

As for the rest, it was none of his concern. How to resolve the internal political turmoil was a matter for the chameleon himself. Guided by a military vehicle, he walked through the crowds whose revelry had subsided, the latter resembling his ancestors after Pétain declared peace. When he was led to a small courtyard, several soldiers escorted two officers to him, both blindfolded and gagged. The soldiers handed them over to Yang Feng, and then the soldiers and the military vehicle all left. However, before they even stepped out of the gate, the two men had already been captured by Yang Feng and placed into his Nine-Section Staff.

night.

A certain manor.

The manor owner looked in horror at Yang Feng, who had suddenly fallen from the sky.

Then Yang Feng threw the two officers away.

Also thrown out was a Jie monster.

"They said you ordered them to disobey your president's orders and fire rockets at me."

"Then who instructed you?"

Yang Feng said.

The two officers lay trembling on the ground, seemingly having endured some kind of torture, though they were indeed unharmed.

"Is it wrong for a citizen to try to kill an intruder?"

The manor owner said proudly.

He probably knew he couldn't escape his fate.

"I understand. It's obvious you don't know who you're dealing with."

Yang Feng said.

Then he pointed at the man.

The monster took a bite without hesitation.

The manor owner fled in terror, but then fell and was bitten on the legs by the monster, which began to grind them apart like a meat grinder. He was swallowed by the monster's raised mouth like Aqua being swallowed by a frog, screaming in agony. The people in the manor behind him ran out in fright and stood there dumbfounded, watching this horrific scene. Some even held up their phones to film it, but Yang Feng did not stop them.

The manor owner, half-crushed, was then spat out by the monster.

Yang Feng tapped his nine-section staff, pulling it inside, then flicked it out, releasing a complete one.

The manor owner was still instinctively screaming in agony when he suddenly realized that his missing lower body had returned. He touched his leg in delight, but the next moment he was bitten by the monster again and sent back into the meat grinder. He was minced to pieces, then spat out, only to be restored by Yang Feng, and then bitten again and continued...

After more than ten times.

"Do you like it? I can keep you in a state where you're neither dead nor alive."

Not just you, but your family too.

You are my enemy, and I always prefer to annihilate my enemies.

Yang Feng squatted down in front of the manor owner, who was already in a state of collapse, and said.

"I said, I said."

The manor owner wailed.

The two officers next to him continued to tremble.

Clearly, they also experienced the same terrifying process.

They really couldn't withstand this kind of torture. It wasn't just pain, but more importantly, despair. And it was a relentless torment in the midst of hope and despair. Generally speaking, they would go insane if they couldn't endure it more than ten times. Not many of the brave warriors of our Qing Dynasty could endure it more than ten times. This person was considered tough as nails to last more than ten times. However, the main problem was that these dozen or so times didn't last long, and they might not have even had time to react.

The manor owner lay on the ground, trembling as he wrote down a few names.

"where are they?"

Yang Feng asked.

The latter mentioned the name of a city across the ocean.

"Very good, I hope you're not lying to me. Don't worry, if it's true, I'll give you a quick death."

Yang Feng said.

Then he looked at those who were filming.

The latter were so frightened that they immediately knelt down.

"Your Excellency, we are merely guests invited to this dinner. His children are all abroad, and only he and his wife are in the country. He is a member of parliament, and his wife is the daughter of a banker. However, their family is actually an agent of a conglomerate on the other side of the strait."

One of them said tremblingly.

Then a middle-aged woman was pushed out by these guys.

The latter was still cursing these bastards.

But the next moment he couldn't bring himself to curse.

Because the monstrous head suddenly emerged from beneath her feet, and then she fell into that abyss-like, blood-red maw.

All around were screams of terror.

Yang Feng collected the three people and the monster on the ground and turned to leave.

The people behind looked at each other with the joy of surviving a disaster.

(End of this chapter)