Otovan's impassioned speech had a convincing power.
Although he is just a lawyer with an honest appearance and a kind face, his words are quite penetrating. He tells people the history of Zangès and inspires their love for life, work and family.
"Ottovan is indeed the best leader in the hearts of black people now." Earth Spider looked at him, "He is educated. This Otovan... very few black people study as hard as him. It is very rare."
"His speech skills are quite excellent." The cyber monster can discern intonation patterns from the ups and downs of his voice, and the appropriate accent and intonation can help enhance his persuasiveness.
"Black people all regard Otovan as their role model. A talent among talents. Perhaps Otovan can lead the black people of Zangos to a new future. With him here, there is still hope for the people here." Earth Spider
Observe carefully.
Symbolizing wisdom, reason and appeal, Otovan continued to deliver speeches, which made many black people burst into tears or fall into deep thought.
The cyber monsters observed the surroundings, and the men and women all turned their attention to Otovan and the guards wearing black panther armor around him.
The armor worn by members of the Black Panther Society is gorgeous in appearance and of perfect quality. It cannot be produced locally in Reshuzhou. It must be designed and manufactured by intercontinental military industrial enterprises. The cyber monsters continue to analyze it.
As long as you briefly review the design process of Tu Spider's broken vehicle, you can realize that the local people's level is not enough to make such exquisite battle armor. Even if the technical drawings are in place, the industrial background is insufficient. Modern technology categories are huge and complicated, and only well-known arms companies
There is a chance to make such advanced armor.
"I hear your echo! I hear your resonance in my chest, I become you, and you become me!" Otovan said excitedly, as if something happened to make him feel particularly excited.
.
Ottovan shivered and got out of the car. His translucent body looked like he was wrapped in a bubble. Several guards sent him across the wall.
He heard the echoes of tens of thousands of people in the square beating in his chest again. He listened to the drums silently and fell into sleep.
"The people from Nioh Security Company are in conflict with the people from Blackfire Innovation..." Otovan whispered.
Before Otovan could stop him, the angel had already got out of the car with a smile, walked through the courtyard wall into the courtyard with dense shade.
"What's wrong? You can feel the majesty of Keith's father from so far away? You've made great progress." Angel laughed.
"God is willing to help us if we build a cathedral for her, a real cathedral," said the angel.
"I'm afraid of pain," Otovan said fearfully.
"Did you hear what happened at the Zangos diamond mine?" the angel asked.
"You should accept implantation and transformation, mortal." The angel mocked in an elegant tone.
He had dreamed about the Golden Land more than others, but this time he sank deeper than before. He even felt that he was sinking into the underground of Zangos, where it was connected to the Trace of the World. He felt that he was falling into
A huge flash of light appeared in the center of his soul. This was a depth that no one had ever reached before. He could see that he was far away from Zangath and very close to the Golden Land.
There are other smart black people living in the neighboring houses. They are politicians, high-ranking military officers, actors, legal experts, entrepreneurs and engineers. Their relationship with Otovan is lukewarm, and they are just silently training their eloquence.
Waiting for Otovan to lose favor and replace him.
"The soul of gold..." Otovan sank deep into the soul of gold. He felt as if he had been stripped of all his acquired clothes and skin! Only his pure soul and the soul of gold were left to resonate with each other.
At this time, he had completely lost all his acquired upbringing, training and experience, leaving only his flawless self.
He crawled back to his dormitory, where tomorrow's speech notes had been placed on his desk.
"Lord Keith, you are my god, the god I admire in the world! How dare I disobey you? I heard their voices, but this is just an illusion. I know, I know that only you are the protector of these people,
The savior of Zangus, if this city does not have you, the dream of the Golden Land will drive everyone crazy! It will tear this city into pieces!" Otovan knelt down and said in an obsessed tone, as if looking at him
He looked up at Warlord Keith like a savior.
There was a young and handsome angel sitting in the car. He touched the halo above his head, and Otovan's figure became translucent, making it easier for him to drive away Otovan.
In the dense carol-like whispers, Otovan felt that everything about him was being reshaped.
"The tone of his words was just like he was bewitching those black people in the square, just like he kept talking about the past and history to change the subject." The angel stood beside him and said with a smile, "I think you should give him a slap in the face.
, Father Keith.”
The cyber monsters carefully followed the cameras on the street and observed the details.
When he woke up, he found that the entire room had turned into gold. His room, from the bed, tables and chairs to the terminal, including the files he placed on the desktop, had also turned into pure gold. He stood
In a room of pure gold.
Keith looked at Otovan carefully. It was impossible to see any expression on Keith's hazy face, but Otovan's fear was completely clear.
"I'm so tired..." Otovan said weakly.
"There are too many people here, and he doesn't dare to do anything. He is also afraid of people's anger. If all the Zangers stop work and the market, which makes Intercontinental Capital unhappy, then Keith will be finished. Keith is just a city
Just a manager." Earth Spider walked back.
"You know who it is, one person with one voice, one person with one hand, thousands of people with thousands of voices, thousands of hands. Here, somewhere else."
He first rubbed his eyes in fear and saw the glittering golden light flowing on his black skin. He heard the rapid sound of flapping wings approaching from the outside, and the angel opened the door with his telekinesis.
"I'm going to tell Keith about this." The angel regarded Otovan's words as interesting gossip.
"It will take another five days to catch all the diamond miners, and the damage to the mine will cost about 2 million to repair." Keith turned to Angel and said, "We must clean up Nioh Security Company to make up for the losses."
The angel called Keith a priest, because many mystics that Keith converted included the goddess Dirnai, who vowed to spread her gospel in the world.
"This Otovan is really very smart, very, very smart." The angel said pleasantly, "You must want to hide your power. When you really accomplish something, you will rise up and kill Father Keith."
Knocked down."
The afternoon sun was scorching the earth, and the temperature inside the car was very high. Otovan was sweating profusely and frequently wiped himself with a soft towel. The handsome angel with pale skin and blond hair remained dignified, without even a drop of sweat.
As precise as a robot.
"I feel the voices of my people," Otovan said in an almost apocalyptic voice, "I feel them, my voice becomes the voice of tens of thousands, the words I speak become the voices of tens of thousands
The common ideal of all people. At that moment all the pain we shared in the past disappeared, because I knew our future would be very bright. Can you understand, angel?"
"Please reward me." Otovan knelt on the ground and looked up at the angel.
"We originally wanted to use the Black Fire Innovation to capture the rebel angel in Nioh Security Company, but we failed because there was a particularly strange witch among them who could control the machine." The angel drove onto the street and walked along the street.
The controlled road moves forward, heading towards the corner of Zangos.
On the other side, Otovan walked into the underground parking lot of a nearby hotel after finishing his speech, changed to a black limousine and left.
Facing such a powerful warlord Keith, Otovan felt his nerves tense.
The same was true at this time. He had six protective haloes originating from different powers under his feet, a three-color halo above his head, and seven colors shining behind him. His face was also blocked by the protective aura, making it difficult to see his true appearance. He was completely invisible to the crowd.
God chooses.
The angels around Keith laughed.
The angel turned his mind into a whip and slapped Otovan's cheek, leaving a bloody mark. He continued to kowtow until he felt that their eyes were no longer on him.
After the hour-long speech ended, Otovan left the scene under the cover of the Black Panther guards.
"It stands to reason that it is feasible. We controlled the miners and sent them a signal, so that the Blackfire revolutionaries could arrive in advance. The result was not good. Instead, one of the 'make-up combatants' you called him suddenly burst out with unprecedented power.
"The angel shook his head.
"I have no patience with your cowardice," Keith said slowly.
"No, most noble Keith Warlord, that's just my imagination." Otovan immediately complimented, "I must be dizzy from the heat."
"..." Ottovan said nothing.
"It will hurt after that. The steel in your muscles will rust over time, causing all kinds of diseases... It will only take more than ten years for the transformed person to suffer unbearable pain." Ottovan said with lingering fear.
"Huh..." Otovan gasped, "Nioh Security Company is very strong, with two ruler witches and an angel, and three...combatants to make up the numbers?"
The majestic warlord Keith was standing next to his pool watching the fish. He was wearing a black robe. When he turned around, there was a jingling sound. Around his neck was a shriveled martyr's cross.
Tentacles, love pendants, blood rings, frozen ice crystals, death seals, spear-shaped emblems, cloud bottles and other contract tokens.
"Envoy, you choose the location and we will arrange it." Keith said humbly.
"Didn't Warlord Keith come to interrupt his speech?" The cyber monster was put to the ground by the earth spider.
"I am your slave, am I not? A slave should be a coward." Otovan flattered him in the most flattering tone, just like what a slave should say to his master.
Otovan lay on the dry hard bed, feeling the whip marks on his face.
"This is a fat black man covered in oil and sweat. I won't do anything to him," Keith said.
"Who pushed me in?" Otovan thought dimly.
Otovan stood up and left reluctantly.
Otovan is talented in wisdom and knowledge, and the guards around him are all wearing Black Panther armor, almost super soldiers. Black people are very envious of this, and his prestige has also increased, and countless people can gather to watch every speech.
"I hope I can see something valuable." Cyber monsters and earth spiders are hiding in the city.
"Vanity is a poison." Keith said calmly, "Otovan, you can't use this method to please me."
"They pushed you in." The voice of the Golden Soul was like a will coming from the depths of the earth.
"Keith didn't pull you from the execution ground just to listen to your complaints." The angel drove the car to Keith's villa.
"The street was blocked...requisitioned by Keith." Tu Zi saw some military vehicles passing through, but she didn't have time to look because the flow of people after the speech was too large. She had to move away quickly to avoid being blocked in the middle of the road.
, then you can only use spider silk to maneuver.
As soon as they walked through a street, they saw Keith's men guarding the street. They were wearing military green camouflage uniforms and ordered everyone to take a detour. The crowd that was separated from the square was forced to change paths and walk in a chaotic manner.
"I heard the angel say, did you hear the echo of the people in the square? The resonance of their voices?" Keith's voice rumbled as he spoke, like thunder.
"The surgery won't hurt. They will modify you, just like putting the building blocks together, and use drugs to shield your mind, making it as light as dreaming." Angel said eloquently.
In line with the principle of not believing in many gods, warlord Keith traded his soul to more than a dozen ancient mystics in order to preserve his dominance. His soul after death would be quickly divided among all the gods, but during his lifetime he could
At the same time, he received numerous protections.
"But I want to give this living beast a whip." The angel said in an eager tone.
The scorching sun and standing for long periods of time had weakened his physical strength.
He was about to take Otovan out of the car, but turned around and saw an inexplicable expression on Otovan's face.
"Otovan?" The angel looked at Otovan angrily, and then was shocked by the golden light in the room, "Oh... Almighty God, what on earth is going on?"
Otovan instinctively waved his hand to the angel, and the golden wind flew out from his fingertips. The angel glanced at Otovan, and his halo quickly turned into pure gold, falling from the top of his head and hitting him.
On his forehead, and then fell to the ground, he lowered his head to pick up his golden halo. Before his fingers touched it, his body also turned into pure gold, shining more beautifully than before, and the golden statue was so lifelike.
Just like alive.
He looked out the window and waved towards Keith's beautiful garden. Following Otovan's movements, Keith's precious fish pond was dyed with a golden wind. Half of the pond surface turned into pure gold, and the fish below disappeared.
Without a trace. He was dizzy and hurried out of the dormitory area from the corridor, leaving a string of pure gold footprints on the floor as he moved.
Courage, rage and strength surged in his heart, and he wanted to fight Keith to the death. All the sounds exploded at the same time, like an earthquake.