"The destiny of the country has changed!" Snow stepped to the beat of the music and felt the activation of the spell he gave to Edsac.
The essence of the Black Emperor's ritual is to integrate the emperor's authority, the shadow of order, and the people's cognition into an anchor for promotion.
The method chosen by Klein and Bernadette was to interfere with George III's state of taking medicine, making him unable to contain the potion, leading to his own suicide. However, what Snow did was simpler and more direct -
He pulled the anchor directly.
Listening to the speech corresponds to the ceremony being held simultaneously across the country, right?
Then I will interrupt the ceremony directly.
Consolidating the destiny of the country and ascending to the throne in the name of the emperor, right?
Then I will arrange for a prince to seek the throne and usurp it.
Of course, these are not safe. Just like many emperors long after they ascend the throne, common people will still think of the previous one when they talk about the emperor. If you want to truly and completely remove Qiao San's anchor, you still need the last step -
Let him die in a social sense!
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The clown wearing a blue shirt, yellow vest, and red coat walked on the sidewalk in front of Memorial Day Square. The nobles, congressmen, and bankers who had lined up to listen involuntarily gave way to the strange momentum. Between him and George
A passage was opened between the high platforms where His Majesty the Third was.
The guards arranged by the Church of Storms immediately wanted to step forward, but as soon as they took a step, an extremely terrifying pressure had already acted on them. The feeling as if they were being watched by a predator killed them.
Deadly locked in place, the concept of "if you move you will die" is engraved into the depths of their souls.
"I thought that as the King of Loen, you would organize a national speech and speak loudly to the people of the country, but I never thought that you would say such selfish words."
The clown's voice carried a strange and magical quality, suppressing the rhythm of the music, and instantly spread throughout the square, and through the microphone in front of "George III", spread to all parts of the country.
"King George III" tried to explain, but in front of the magical tone and music, his voice had no sense of existence. Even if he shouted at the loudest voice, it would be covered up by the music reverberating around him.
The person in charge of the broadcast immediately realized that there was a live broadcast accident and immediately planned to cut off the communication. However, before the button was pressed, countless spider threads had already tied up all the staff in the room.
"Be good, don't move, I'm very angry right now!"
The soft and charming voice sounded in the broadcast room, and it contained such strong murderous intent that people did not dare to have the slightest thought.
Listening to the music on the radio continuing, the clown stepped forward and approached the high platform step by step. Under the cover of countless nobles and congressmen around him, the soldiers in red clothes and white trousers were armed with high-pressure steam rifles that could kill the middle sequence.
But he didn't dare to pull the trigger.
In the midst of this complicated emotion, Snow continued:
"Have you ever heard the children cry?"
"Have you ever felt the city falling apart?"
"Have you paid attention to the soaring food prices? Have you cared about the displaced people?"
"Under the cloud of war, as a king, you did not consider how to solve people's livelihood problems, mobilized the whole people to give public speeches, and still emphasized your identity as emperor? Even the silence for the people who died in the war must be in your name
?Now, what kind of 'election policy' are you talking about? To you, are elections, which will only be implemented in a few years, more important than the people at war?"
"Have you ever seen the outside world? Have you ever left Queens? Have you ever considered the feelings of the people at the bottom? You haven't. You will only regard them as ants, as if you even need to pray with 'George III'
In the name of 'obedient children, I think they will swallow their anger, think they will endure it silently, think they won't fall out and go crazy!"
"The atmosphere has changed!" Audrey in the crowd looked at the clown who was gradually approaching the high platform in shock. As a dream walker, she clearly felt that the emotional resonance around her had changed. The most terrifying thing was that at this time, Tomorrow Square
They are all the upper class of Loen.
Audrey can bluntly say that most of them are what Mr. Clown said and don't care about the feelings of the people at the bottom. They think that they are a group of people who can manipulate slaves at will, but even their mental state has been...
Changes had occurred, and it was hard for Audrey to imagine what the emotions of those in other parts of the kingdom who had accumulated a lot of grievances during the war would be at this time.
"What exactly does Mr. Devil want to do? This may cause a riot!"
Yes, Audrey has recognized Snow. Although his body shape, voice, and paint have changed, Audrey can still clearly capture some of his behaviors and habits.
There is no doubt that this clown is Mr. Devil.
But then, Audrey reacted, because she discovered that all her emotions were being directed towards George III, and towards His Majesty the King who seemed to be stunned!
At this moment, the clown, who had already closed the distance to a considerable extent, suddenly raised his hand. In his hand was a revolver.
"Farewell, Your Majesty the King."
"Protect the king! Shoot! Shoot quickly!" The appearance of the pistol finally made the captain of the escort team break through the guidance of the mental plague and loudly issued the order.
During the daily training, the soldiers reflexively completed the entire process of raising the gun, aiming, and pulling the trigger. Bursts of piercing screams echoed in the broadcast, and layers of explosions were heard. The projectiles were fired one after another.
It was injected into the clown's body, but he did not fall down.
Bloody holes the size of fists exploded on the clown's body, and the rough three-piece suit of different colors became riddled with holes. Blood, internal organs and filth of different colors spurted out from the holes blasted by the bullets.
But the clown, who kept his balance strangely, still pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Bullets inspire.
The king fell.
This scene was so incredible that even the guard captain who ordered the shooting never thought that the other party could successfully assassinate him.
Even if there are no church bodyguards, even if MI9 disappears collectively, His Majesty the King himself is a Sequence Five (external) extraordinary person, and he carries protective items that are enough to withstand artillery bombardment, but now, he is in full view of the public.
, in front of countless members of the House of Lords and the Lower House and noble gentlemen, his brain was opened by a small bullet.
"Keep shooting!" The captain of the guard could no longer think. He instinctively gave the order to shoot. Although he didn't think it could kill a strong man who easily suppressed all the extraordinary people in the room, but...
Bang bang bang bang...
In a series of bullets, the clown's remains fell to the ground, making a splash of slightly sticky water.
Dead?
How is that possible?
Audrey's eyes widened. She could clearly feel the disappearance of the mental island on the clown's body. She was extremely convinced that this was definitely not a clone or a cover-up, but why did he die?
