The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 277 Agreement
"Hahaha, London, London!"

"We're back."

"Blood, death, a familiar smell."

The German soldiers grinned wildly, their exposed fingers clenched tightly on the guns and equipment in their hands, their skin was bloodless and extremely pale, in stark contrast to the strong blood energy fluctuations lingering around them.

Different from those historical photos that are widely circulated on the Internet, the SS soldiers standing in the center of London at this moment are less solemn and uniform, and more religious fanaticism and hysteria.

The bombing raindrops dropped by the airship were much sparser. Even if several houses were destroyed by Li Ang, the remaining giant airships had already completed their mission—turning London into a battlefield.

The modern metropolis, which symbolizes human civilization, is vulnerable to carpet bombing. A bomb costing tens of thousands of dollars is enough to destroy office buildings with a price tag of hundreds of millions, and destroy all the wealth built by human beings.

Screams and cries were heard endlessly, the flames of the explosion and the thick smoke echoed the cold faces of the dead bodies below, together with the blood clan corpses on the street lamps, they outlined a fierce scene of red and black intersecting.

To make matters worse, those remnant airships have also opened their compartments.

Thousands of Japanese soldiers swooped down wearing hang-gliders, organized into small groups, and scattered to every corner of London.

The chaos was still spreading, and a slippery male voice suddenly sounded in the sky.

"Hey hey, can you hear me?"

The German voice from above is so loud that no one can ignore it.

On the largest and most magnificent airship, there is a radio broadcasting device, which transmits the sound to every corner of the city of London.

The major, the short, fat man with blond hair, stood in the command bridge of the airship, and said calmly into the microphone: "If you hear it, please answer it, if you hear it, please answer it."

At an altitude of nearly a thousand meters, it is naturally impossible for anyone to reply to the major. The only city air defense warning system that can respond has already been ordered by the blood race to shut down, and was blown up by the first wave of air strikes from the ** airship.

Ever since, without getting any response, the major seemed a little lonely.

He grinned indifferently, and scratched his fat and greasy chin back and forth through the white silk gloves, "Let me introduce myself, I am a major, a major from the SS Army whose files have been eliminated.

Mind you, don't confuse me with those Hydras.They are just a group of incompetent cowards who have abandoned their beliefs, and I am the real successor to the will of the Führer. "

Just as he was speaking with a long tail, the side of the airship suddenly opened, and a row of bomb bays extending from it was filled with round and straight missiles.

The major casually snapped his fingers, and several missiles immediately flew out of the bomb bay, dragging their long tail flames, and bombarded certain buildings in London with a graceful arc trajectory.

The buildings hit by the missiles collapsed, and the huge pillars of smoke and dust rising slowly were extremely conspicuous even in the dark night.

The walkie-talkie hung on the side wall of the command bridge immediately rang, and the major slowly picked up the communication device and placed it by his ear.

"You bloody, lowly bastard!"

The voice of Sir Humphrey Applebill came from the intercom, and the background sound was the rumble of the building collapsing - it was obvious that the missile that the major ordered to launch just now was aimed at Humphrey and the others where you are.

Sir Applebill had lost the restraint and elegance that the nobles of the blood clan had always possessed, and shouted angrily into the walkie-talkie: "Why did you bomb us!? This is different from the previous agreement!"

"What agreement?"

The major curled his lips and said with a smile: "Are you saying that we should help the Blood Race clean up the troublemakers and massacre the people of London, so that the Blood Race can continue the agreement for generations to come?"

Sir Humphrey Applebill gritted his teeth and said word by word through his pale teeth: "Your funds are aided by us, you can hide in the world because of our cover, and you can penetrate the air defense of the English Channel." The firepower net was ordered by us, and even your artificial vampire transformation plan was provided by us.

Since the Thirteen Clans can achieve you, they can also easily destroy you. "

The major smiled contemptuously, and said casually: "Getting close to power will always make people mistakenly think that they have power. At present, the so-called thirteen clans are just bats that have lived in the dark for a long time."

Before Sir Applebil could answer, the major hung up the phone, Shi Shiran walked back to the center of the bridge, coughed twice, and said calmly:

"My lords! I like war very much!"

"Gentlemen! I like war very much!"

He casually tugged at the collar of his white suit, letting his neck relax as much as possible, and the pale white light from the headlamp reflected on his eye socket glasses.

"I like annihilation battle!"

"I love Blitz!"

"I like defense battles!"

"I love sweeping battles!"

He spoke very quickly in German, and as the speech progressed, he raised his arms, clenched his fists, and waved them violently, just like the Führer who has long since passed away.

"Plains! Streets! Trenches! Grasslands! In the mud! On the wetlands!"

"I like all kinds of wars that happen on Earth!"

"I like the burst of energy of the neatly arranged artillery, accompanied by the sound of the rumble, and blow up the enemy's formation! When the enemy soldiers are shaken into the air and then strafed into a hornet's nest, my heart will dance with excitement."

"I like tank soldiers driving Tiger tanks, destroying enemy tanks with 88mm cannons, and when the enemy soldiers are wailing, they rush out of the burning tanks and are shot to death by MG42 machine guns. At that moment, my mood is really great. Very enjoyable!"

The major was speaking wildly, with crystal clear sticky saliva flowing from his white teeth, and the pupils that were dilated due to extreme excitement were bloodshot.

"I like war, but I don't think war is everything."

"War is a means, a continuation of political confrontation, which always arises from certain political situations and can only arise from certain political motives."

"Political motives are often driven by economic interests."

"Deprivation, exploitation, plunder, and all causes of war can be summed up as economic imbalance and inequality. As long as there is deviation in social wealth, conflicts, contradictions, and even wars will never be avoided."

"I don't like to see Europe in this situation, chaotic and disorderly, conquering each other, and ambition for power pushes speculators to climb up."

The major pushed the round-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose seriously, and said indifferently: "I want to see a unified Europe, a unified Europa, one that surpasses Gregory VII, Urban II, and Innocent III." Even the unified Europe envisioned by the head of state himself.

All European residents will be transformed into artificial blood races, and there is no need to hate each other because of religion, race, nationality, country, culture and many other factors. Go forward and struggle for life! "

"Those who agree with this idea will be unscathed; those who disobey this idea will face the cruelest war we have given."

The major grinned and said into the microphone in a low voice: "Now, the last brigade, my comrades, please start your performance."

(End of this chapter)