Binding to the nation's destiny: Start by choosing the underworld, where a hundred ghosts parad

It has about several thousand words.

But it only expresses one idea.

That's all the refugees.

They will all become the inferior race of the beautiful country.

They are not even protected by law when facing beautiful Chinese people.

They thought they could use this opportunity to strengthen their nation.

But I didn't expect it.

These scum whose homes have been destroyed.

Surprisingly, they are not satisfied with the future rule of the United States.

Several riots occurred in a short period of time.

Although they were all suppressed by violent means.

However, it also caused considerable losses to the United States.

"These lowly people have no sense of gratitude!"

Charles muttered a curse under his breath.

Then he gave it a fierce look.

The slug that traitor Richard left behind, through some unknown means.

His face was full of anger.

If it weren't for that bastard.

How could the United States have fallen to this state?!

Thinking of this.

Charles was even more furious.

Ding-dong!

Suddenly, the office doorbell rang.

“Come in!!” Charles frowned.

The staff at the National Games Office all knew he was in a bad mood.

Unless it's something important, I won't bother him easily.

"Could it be that those lowly people have started a disturbance?"

Charles sang angrily.

"Chief Charles, the envoy of the British Empire wishes to meet with you."

A staff member came in and said.

"The British Empire?"

Charles was slightly taken aback, compared to the plummeting state of America.

The British Empire is now thriving.

The British Empire, led by him, suffered very few losses.

The entire Western world is now experiencing a 'change of monarchy'.

The British Empire has completely replaced the former status of the United States.

"Oh, my dear friend Charles, it's been such a long time!"

Suddenly, a slightly hoarse voice came from the doorway.

They pushed the staff aside.

He walked into the office on his own.

It felt like coming home.

He sat down opposite Charles.

Its two legs were then casually placed on the table.

“It’s you, Mark!” Charles waved.

He gestured for the staff to leave.

Then I looked at that reckless figure.

There was a hint of disgust in his eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, Charles. I now represent the British Empire."

"Heh, Mark, I don't think we have anything to talk about. Last time, if the British Empire had joined our alliance..."

How could the West be so utterly suppressed by the East?

Charles looked at Mark and said in a solemn tone.

"I have always believed that how we in the Western world compete and plunder is our business, but because of your selfishness..."

Now, an ancient and corrupt nation is weighing heavily on our heads!

Charles glared at Mark and said this with uncontrollable rage.

Indeed, if the British Empire had joined the alliance against the Great Xia with its allies at that time...

Then the United States will certainly not hesitate to start a war.

Instead of what it is now.

Let that ancient country in the East become the most prestigious entity on the entire Blue Water Planet.

Hearing what Charles said.

Mark simply smiled casually.

There was a hint of mockery in those deep blue eyes.

"Don't be so angry, my friend. We're here to discuss cooperation with you."

"Cooperation? What the hell are you talking about?! With the current prestige of Great Xia, what makes you think you can fight them?!"

"You haven't seen those terrifying warriors, you know absolutely nothing!!"

Thinking back to the day I was sent as an envoy to Daxia.

Those terrifying warriors I saw.

Charles couldn't help but tremble all over.

That nation where everyone was a soldier and there was no fear of defeat.

Who should we take as our enemy?

How should we fight?!

Charles couldn't believe it.

Those guys in their own country who are blinded by their past glories.

How should we wage war against the Great Xia?

Moreover, who knows when the next monster attack will come?

What kind of terrifying monster will come?

No one knows.

The savior of America has just changed.

Whether they can hold on in the next round remains to be seen.

War is no longer an option.

And given the current prestige of Great Xia...

Even if the entire West were combined, it wouldn't be as great as Great Xia.

"Hahaha!!! Charles, don't forget, we live in a technological age, an information age."

"Who says everything has to be done with force?"

Mark laughed heartily, then took out a document and placed it on the table.

It bears the signatures of dozens of countries.

Almost half of the surviving countries have signed this document.

"This is?"

"International broadcasting, the latest technology of our British Empire, can spread pheromones throughout the world."

"Do you really think it's a good thing for Great Xia, which currently has the most food and resources on the entire Blue Water Star, to just 'close itself off from the world' like this?"

"This document bears the signatures of more than fifty countries. In this information age, whoever can spread their will to everyone's ears is the victor."

"Guess what would happen if we put on a global show at this time, for those guys who wouldn't normally have access to information?"

Will they only become our playthings then?

Mark hadn't finished speaking.

Charles then continued his words.

"At that time, the refugees from the many destroyed countries on Blue Water Star who are unaware of the truth will become the source of your fallacies."

"And the Great Xia became the target of everyone's criticism."

“Beautiful~ My friend, that’s it, just seeing everything in that rich country.”

"Even those countries that were once helped by the Great Xia will be envious."

Mark's voice was low.

As if afraid someone might overhear.