The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 274 Sea Lion
The drones over London are still hovering, faithfully delivering the images.

The city has been ruled by chaos and turned into no man's land.

The people chanted all kinds of slogans, broke through the gates of mansions, villas, and hotels, dragged dignitaries out of the houses, and forced these "big shots" to kneel side by side in the middle of the road, like dead pigs.

Blood clan, werewolves, bureaucrats, litigators, capitalists, media tycoons.
These dignitaries of the British island nation with heads and faces were weeping and begging for mercy, but no matter what they did or said, the fanatical people would not care, they just wrapped the rope around their necks with a grinning grin.

Maybe it's because people's words are good when they are about to die, or maybe it's because they are simply afraid of death. Some dignitaries looked at it a lot before they died, and even left a dying prayer for themselves as decently as possible.

"I have nothing to do with all the accountability that has been imposed on me. May my blood strengthen the happiness of the British people."

"I forgive those who bring me bad luck."

"O Liberty, how many crimes have been committed in your name."

Unfortunately, just like Louis XVI of France on the guillotine, the calm attitude of these British dignitaries did not prevent the arrival of the established destiny. The act of killing oneself.

Hang, hang, hang.

Soon, the street lamps in the streets and alleys of London were hung with dead bodies, fluttering in the wind like banners.

Inside the underground fortification, there was a dead silence.

"Untouchables, these damned untouchables!"

Sir Humphrey Applebill was trembling all over as he roared towards the screen. The surging blood flowed around him like a vortex, but no one dared to remind him, for fear that Sir Humphrey Applebear's anger would surge and accidentally cause damage to friendly troops.

"Don't they know? We are the ones who provided the British Empire with the template of the capitalist republic system; we are the ones who made the absolute monarchy on the British islands a thing of the past. Without our blood, these pariahs would still be eating in the fields! "

Sir Applebil looked at the dead compatriots one by one on the screen, and felt that the blood in his blood was about to coagulate, "It is our blood race who provided the system of freedom and democracy, and the two industrial revolutions in modern times, but they are not grateful , and even rewarded us with twisted ropes, these damned pariahs."

The Permanent Secretary of the Cabinet of the British Empire yelled indignantly twice, and then he barely suppressed his grief and indignation, and thought about countermeasures.

The 800 million London residents are obviously not something that the blood races with a small number of people can fight against. Even if the blood races are really hard-hearted and use weapons of mass destruction to bomb central London, the result will definitely end in the blood race's failure.

"The reason why the blood race can climb to a high position is because of the concealment of its existence. This time, the news of the blood race has been known to 800 million London residents. Any attempt to block the information leak is unrealistic.

Strategically, we have lost. "

Sir Humphrey Applebill regained his composure, and calmly analyzed: "After this turmoil, the whole world will know about the Blood Race, and we can no longer maintain a secret status, and we are bound to lose part of our original authority, and even lose all Basic disk.

What we can do now is to stop the loss. "

He raised his head abruptly, and said to the other blood races in the underground fortification: "Call Hydra, don't they want to carry out the second sea lion operation? Let the lunatics of Hydra fight against 800 million London residents."

Everyone present at the underground fortification is a highly educated intellectual. Not to mention astronomy and geography, at least there is no problem with knowledge of the past and the present. Naturally, they know what the Sea Lion Project is.

In July 1940, shortly after the start of World War II, in order to conquer the British Isles, the head of the German Third Reich ordered the German Air Force Commander Goering to issue a combat plan to concentrate three air force armies, more than 7 combat aircraft, thirteen divisions, and several Thousands of ships fought with the British army over the English Channel.

The British army, which is not dominant in military strength, barely maintained the battle situation, and with the help of the head of state's strategic mistakes, the German army was dragged into a war of attrition to bomb the enemy's capital, so as to gain a respite, and finally made the Sea Lion project come to an end.

With the sea lion project mentioned by Sir Humphrey Applebill, coupled with the word Hydra, the quick-thinking vampires and human bureaucrats immediately guessed the following.

"what?!"

A member of the blood clan questioned: "Sir, you want to send me to London?"

"That's right." Sir Applebil nodded, and said indifferently: "Doesn't Your Excellency Leon like to see the world burn? Then let the fire burn more violently.

The invasion of Hydra will give us an excuse to bomb central London.This move will not only eliminate the residents of London in a state of insurrection, but also protect our fellow citizens.

The most important thing is that the appetite of those Hydra is more than that, they will burn the flames of war to every land in Europe.

Such a chaotic Europe is suitable for our blood race to recuperate. "

Sir Applebill quickly persuaded other blood clans to assist him in transferring the dignitaries in the underground fortification, applying to the blood clan clan, contacting the blood clan generals in the British Army and Air Force, and giving up the armed security forces near the British Channel.

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The scarlet blood flowed along the cracks in the masonry, overflowed the street, slid along the iron fence into the sewer pipe, and merged into the Thames River, dyeing the river red with a fishy smell, like purgatory.

Li Ang strolled casually on the stone road along the banks of the Thames, casually smelling the burning smell in the air.

He walked through Grimmauld Place, where the Order of the Phoenix was located, and King's Cross Street, where Diagon Alley was located, and found that all the gates to the wizarding world were tightly sealed.

These wizards still adhere to the principle of "non-interference in the Muggle world" and want to stay out of this chaos.

"Isolationism characteristic of the British Empire."

Li Ang pouted noncommittally, and continued walking forward.

He came to the museum where the Mage Alliance was located, and found that the door was closed, not even a gleam of light was exposed—it was obvious that these mages also wanted to help each other.

"Another turtle with a shrinking head."

Li Ang grinned, turned and left.

He continued to walk, and fanatics with torches kept running past him-these London residents would pour gasoline on the corpses of blood races to make the flames more vigorous.

Suddenly, the moonlight dimmed suddenly.

People holding torches and oil barrels looked up, and could only see the outline of a huge object vaguely revealed in the gloomy clouds.

Airships, dozens or hundreds of cigar-shaped airships painted with the Chinese swastika symbol, sailed out of the clouds and hovered over London.

(End of this chapter)