The air on the street seemed to be frozen, and the spirit-thirger protest team and the Mole Science Society's repressive forces were at the critical point of the confrontation.

The spirit suckers did not intend to hold a peaceful demonstration this time. Not only were the spirit suckers in the team numerous in number, more than two hundred of them, they also formed a clear battle formation.

At the head is the leader of the spirit suckers in purple robes, floating in mid-air with his eyes slightly closed, as if he is concentrating on preparing to cast psychic spells.

Behind him, there were closely lined up warriors wearing gray robes. They were floating in the air one by one, with their hands stretched forward, like warriors ready to launch a psychic shock at any time.

On the ground, some foot warriors from the enslaved race formed a tight defense line, holding spear-like spiritual weapons and staring vigilantly at the Administration operators ahead.

Among the teams of those enslaved races, there are also several gray dwarf warriors carrying crossbows. Although they are cold weapons, the runes on them show that these crossbow arrows have powerful spiritual destructive power, enough to defeat the minds of ordinary people.

Line of defense.

The entire protest team was not only well-equipped, but also large enough in number. They were obviously ready for a fight with the administration.

Slogans of protest echoed in the air, carrying a sense of oppression.

"Dictators of the Authority, we will no longer be silent! You must lift the restrictions on the Ilishid Empire, lift the discriminatory treaty restrictions on our civilization, and open the borders and many trading ports in the New World.

If you don't listen to our opinions, we will take corresponding protest measures, and the empire's [Nautilus spacecraft] and thousands of servant race troops will blast away the various teleportation restrictions you have set up at the border!!!

"

The leader of the purple-robed spirit suckers used spiritual links to directly spread the message to the surrounding protesters and citizens. With such strong spiritual power, ordinary people could not help but feel a splitting headache, like an invisible storm covering the entire neighborhood.

The civilized people of various races in the New World who originally wanted to watch the fun around them were disturbed by the spiritual messages of the spiritual suckers and suffered terribly.

The spiritual shocks spread by the spiritual suckers were like invisible sound waves, sweeping through the streets layer by layer. The strong mental shock made many onlookers who had joined in the fun feel dizzy, and the discomfort quickly spread.

On both sides of the street, many people who had been standing leisurely watching the theater began to cover their heads, frowning, and some even couldn't help but start vomiting.

They originally just wanted to see the confrontation between the administration and the protesters, but they never expected that the terrifying oppression that the conflict was about to erupt would already envelope the entire neighborhood.

"These lunatics won't even spare those who eat melons!"

A Talun businessman cursed, covered his head, turned around and hurriedly evacuated to a safe area in the distance.

Several followers behind him followed closely, their faces full of pain.

The surrounding civilized people of various races in the New World who originally wanted to have fun were disturbed by their spiritual messages, and they all felt uncomfortable, and some even became dizzy.

Most people like to have fun, not become the fun.

On the streets, people of all races began to complain about the indiscriminate psychic impact of the mind-theater, and at the same time desperately retreated beyond the border of the conflict site, trying to stay away from the center of the impending storm.

The doors of many shops have been slammed shut, and the iron protective doors made a clanging sound.

People inside began to pack up their valuables, and some people even quickly evacuated through secret passages.

Amidst the chaos, the once noisy streets gradually became empty, with only the roars of the spiritual suckers and the indifference of the management personnel.

Most of the onlookers have already retreated from here. Of course, this land has never lacked creatures that only want to have fun at the expense of their lives.

There were several strangely dressed penguins crawling on the top of the rooftop with strange cameras. They were staring at the conflict site below like war reporters, their eyes shining with excitement.

The conflict between the mind suckers and the Authority is on the verge of breaking out.

Many people know that once fighting breaks out, this area will soon be reduced to ruins.

However, destruction and creation - these are the normal conditions of the new world.

With the birth of the [Golden Tree], the modifier economy has completely changed the speed and method of building reconstruction.

Today, the reconstruction of buildings is thousands of times faster than in the past.

Many plane businessmen have taken a fancy to this market and opened their own "Quick Construction Company" to specialize in contracting post-disaster reconstruction projects.

In this area of ​​New York, municipal urban building repairs have long been outsourced to these fast construction companies. As long as they have government approval and sufficient funds, they can rebuild any style of building within a few days, which is simply astonishing.

Whether it is classical architecture, Gothic architecture, Baroque architecture, Terra modernism, postmodernism, punk architecture, biomechanical style...

No matter what style, Jisu Company can easily realize it.

The New World of Terra, which is dominated by New York, has therefore become eccentric, especially in places close to the city center or trading hubs of multi-ethnic civilizations, where the architectural styles are rich and diverse, making it dazzling.

Some buildings are like spiers reaching into the sky, with exterior walls covered with intricate Gothic carvings and heavy shadows, like relics extracted from ancient times; but next to them is a punk-style factory.

A large building, the outer wall is covered with pipes and steam equipment. The whole building seems to be alive, making a "buzzing" mechanical sound from time to time.

Further away, there is a biomechanical building. The entire building looks like it is made of giant insect shells. The walls are covered with pulsating patterns that look like living creatures, with a strange vitality.

Compared with these strange-shaped buildings, the buildings in the Authority headquarters area near Hell's Kitchen are relatively restrained and normal.

Those buildings are towering, full of order and simple lines, obviously to maintain the authority's majestic and impartial image.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! However, if you take a few more steps outside and beyond the scope of influence of the Administration, you will see all kinds of bizarre buildings appearing one after another.

New York has become a testing ground for architectural styles, where the building codes of yesteryear seem laughable and pale.

And this abnormal architectural trend is spreading rapidly from the urban area of ​​New York in the New World to various abnormal states in the Edici Federation.

Many planes and cities have also followed suit, and some have even spread to the major hubs of Normal State and Terra.

This architectural trend has gradually broken away from the original regulations and has become uncontrollable.

Many forces have a wait-and-see attitude towards this trend, and for some violent law enforcement agencies that only focus on destruction, this trend allows them to infinitely raise the upper limit of the destruction threshold of their violent law enforcement.

At this moment, in the shadows of the buildings and narrow alleys on both sides of the street, several heavy [steel-cast behemoths-soul tanks] were quietly in place and ready.

Huge composite adamantine armor covers the entire shell of the tank. The armor surface is wrapped by a self-healing energy-resistant layer, exuding a cold metallic luster.

At the front of each tank is a huge "Destroyer" with a thick and long barrel that points straight into the distance and can fire a round of deadly fire coverage at any time.

Two Crusher mortars were installed on the side of the tank, aiming at the center of the protest line.

Controlling these steel behemoths are the black-robed operators of the Mole Science Society. They wear black combat robes and goggles, and are skillfully debugging the tank's combat system.

Not far away, ten [Basilisk Artillery] have also been quietly arranged outside the scene.

Each artillery piece stood like a war giant on a hidden commanding height, with its barrel pointed directly at the protest site.

The coating at the end of the barrel reflects weak light, and the gunners precisely adjust the angle of the muzzle to ensure that each shell hits the target.

The black-robed operators concentrated on operating the artillery's ammunition loading system, and their fingers quickly operated on the semi-automatic ammunition loading system.

After loading, they waited for the firing order from the mole at any time through the encrypted communication channel.

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Among the two opposing camps, Priest Seal and Special Operator Mole-Rich Robert stared coldly at the leader of the Soul-Drainers in front, and his voice like cold metal broke the silence of the moment:

"Azaz Malkoun, this is your last chance."

"Disarm, take your people, and leave here immediately. Remember - you can only negotiate through the legal channels of the New Alliance."

His eyes were cold, and the mechanical fingers of his right hand were gently closed. A blue energy glimmer danced on his fingertips, like a mechanical beast that could explode at any time.

The group of spirit suckers in front stood neatly in three rows. There were hundreds of spirit suckers floating in the air, and everyone's eyes glowed with a cold light.

They were wearing dark purple robes, and the open tentacles on their smooth, eyeless heads were swaying gently. The air around them was filled with faint spiritual shock waves, like an invisible weight hanging over the entire neighborhood.

The leader, Azaz Malkoun, was suspended at the front, his tentacles spread out, and a deep spiritual voice echoed in everyone's minds:

"What you call laws, restrictions on the mental control abilities of mind suckers, is a suppression of our culture!"

"We refuse to give in and compromise!"

As they protested, the black-robed officers of the Administration gradually raised their bolt guns, with a hint of coldness and vigilance in their eyes.

The eyes of the operator in the front row behind the shield were fixed on the spirit suckers, and their fingers were tightly pressed on the triggers.

The operators in the back row have already adjusted the shooting angle. As soon as the command is issued, the firepower of the management office will pour down.

Rich Robert spoke again, with obvious anger and long-repressed violence:

"You have violated the Law on the Control of Special Abilities of Different Races, the Law on the Coexistence of Humans and Abnormal Races, the Law on the Management of Out-of-Control Abilities of Different Races, the Law on the Prevention of Social Hazards of Different Races, and the Law on the Prevention of Social Hazards of Different Races enacted by the New Alliance and the Kingdom of Heaven."

Mole's tone was cold, with unconcealable anger and coldness.

"As a New World law enforcement unit, the Authority has the right to isolate, imprison or deport you - if an incident of racial violence occurs, the Authority will conduct a strict investigation of the parties involved and take necessary sanctions to eliminate potential

sources of social harm.”

Mole continued, his voice low and full of oppression:

"Now, leave here and stop provoking the Authority's bottom line. This is Terra, not the Illhid country of your mind-drainers.

Here, your moral and legal concepts must obey the rules and regulations. You must know that allowing a dangerous race like yours to walk in the new world is already a huge kindness and concession.

If you kick your nose and face again..."

"Hahaha------"

Before he finished speaking, the leader of the spirit suckers, Azaz Malkorn, suddenly sneered, and then erupted into a burst of arrogant spiritual shock, which almost made the air around him distort.

The voice of his soul struck the consciousness of everyone present like thunder:

"Benevolence? Hahaha! With the Kingdom of Heaven on your back, you, the deformed, low-quality things with strange hooves and organs, have the illusion that you can be equal to us?

Let me tell you, inferior goods, even your fourth sword holder would not dare to be so arrogant when seeing the great mastermind of our Ilicid Empire..."

His words came to an abrupt end, because before Assaz could finish his last sentence, a sharp cold light flashed in Mole's eyes. He took off the glove on his right mechanical arm without hesitation, revealing
To be continued...