Male Succubus Apocalypse

The changes of red and black produce unknown white fruits, and the firmness of green dissolves the confusion and panic of orange and yellow, just like a stream merging into a river and then condensing into a surging sea.

The chaotic colors gradually turned into a regular rainbow concerto in the bustling crowd. The jumping notes were the passion caused by the shouts of the crowd. The blue lines and frames turned into five-line musical score, which was just a little bit of sequence, but enough to guide the direction of the music.

The song seems harmonious, but it has no pleasant melody at all. It is just played recklessly, turning into an illusion with no rules, different styles and no logic, waiting for the dream weaver to appear.

The changing colors and joyful words kept coming to his mind, making Machi a little impatient:

"Hahaha, did you see that? Little Machi, when there are enough spiritual currents, they will interweave into spiritual tides. There is no need for any communication or understanding. All it needs is a slogan, a vague intention, or even a leader without a head.

Just giving them a little hope and courage is enough to form this beautiful picture.

How about it, March, are you interested in the spiritual system? You can see more of these beautiful pictures in the future, and let the world become your canvas." The ecstatic gathering made March frown for a long time while he was sitting still on the bench, leaving a space for the crowd to empty.

The street in front of the Round Table Tower was filled with people holding various banners, and the leaders were the former congressmen who had submitted their resignation letters as pawns for his plan, just like he had done to Leo a few days ago.

They stood together, as if they had forgotten the party struggles that had taken place in the Round Table Tower, and the series of dirty things they had done. They raised their hands high, leading the residents who had always trusted them, and with their clean identities as councillors - ordinary people with "no personal stance", they "stayed clean in the mud" like martyrs for the people, to refute where they came from and tear down the "tower" that had stood for so long.

Using the introductory spell of the spiritual system - "Spirit Eyes", it was found that quite a few of these congressmen were masters at acting and expressing their true emotions - the surging colors of the spiritual flow made Machi wonder if this person was possessed by another spirit.

Not to mention the rest of the subordinates led by the leader, he couldn't even see them, because the spiritual eyes opened by the quality of his soul could not withstand the intense and complex excessive waves.

Or was it that madman in his mind who, through some unknown method, conveyed to him a scene that he could empathize with.

It is interesting and worth studying, but he doesn't feel any beauty in it. Instead, it makes him feel disgusted.

"If I have to see these disgusting scenes in the future, then I have to reconsider whether I should study your so-called psychiatric system.

A bunch of puppets being controlled, zombies wasting their lives wantonly without actually gaining anything, what's so worth watching? Most of them are idiots,

You are in chains but don't know it, sinking day by day, and your life is passing by. Do you have such a bad taste that you like to watch this kind of thing?" March retorted with sarcasm and disgust.

"No, no, no, March, you don't understand yet. You are immature. This is the arrogance of a so-called lucky person like you.

After all, the world belongs to them, to the puppets you despise. Society was born in their hands and can also be destroyed in their hands. In other words, the one who truly controls the world has never been a certain person on the podium.

Any politician or monarch may seem to hold the reins, but without them, they are insignificant. So who do you think the reins are holding?

The people, the so-called people of the world, are the most powerful force, because without people, there is no world, and the strong are not strong enough. Society refers to the activities of a large group of people, and the actions of people are the laws of world development and the concrete future, past and present.

And you can use spiritual magic to glimpse the changes in people's spirits, and then get a closer look at the fate of the world. You will gradually discover the beauty of controlling the outcome in the midst of change."

"Hmph, you are a good talker. When did I ever say that I would definitely learn spiritual studies from you? The more you talk, the more you disgust me."

"Then let me ask you, do you think Xu Heng's spiritual flow is beautiful? Do you want to understand it?"

"Of course, Brother Heng is unique, he is the only one, he is different. Even if his spiritual flow is not special, I would still want to understand it. In my opinion, the people in the world you mentioned are not even a fraction of him.

And I warn you, don't stretch your claws too far, otherwise I will immediately terminate our cooperation. I can make a big hole in the game you carefully set up at any time."

"What are you talking about? What do you mean I arranged this carefully? This is a game we play together, okay? Aren't you enjoying it?... And if you can't understand this kind of 'beauty', then you probably can't understand Xu Heng. After all, even I can't reach his level. If you think you're not even a fraction as good as him, then you can't even explore a fraction of it."

"Humph, you're just talking nonsense. Doesn't this prove that understanding your so-called 'beauty' is useless? If you really have such a good self-image and have enough ability, why would you go to so much trouble to use me?

You are extremely wary of Brother Heng, so wary that you have to use an oath to fight him. You are so wary that in order to gain my trust, you even swear not to harm a stray cat and hide the effect of the oath from me.

I am your sharpest dagger against Brother Heng, so don't be so petty, don't lie to me, and don't induce me. This is not true cooperation, but you are asking for something from me."

"Tsk, you and Xu Heng are so similar, yet so different. You two brothers each have your own torment. I think Soul Weaver must be having a hard time every day next to Xu Heng."

"Soul Weaver? It seems that you know more of Brother Heng's secrets. What is your relationship with him? I know you won't tell me. Because of this, it is impossible for me to reach a complete unity with you."

"... Oh, forget it... Now that the guy you asked Leo to write a letter to has arrived, this drama should come to an end."

Following the voice in his head, Machi looked back at the crowd. The screams were deafening. A large number of patrol soldiers wearing uniform and neat equipment were pouring in from one part of the street.

The leader was a girl with short red hair and dressed in casual clothes.

"Patrol troops are on duty! Please make way for us! We are here to investigate the corruption of the congressmen!"

Ma Qi looked at the determined leader quietly, and a smile appeared on his face:

I was right about you, Miss Mia. You followed my plan and left your job status by going AWOL. Then, posing as an amateur, you found the evidence I had prepared in advance and made a report.

But don't worry, the new parliament will seriously consider the reform proposal you submitted and will probably give you some help. This is the reward for you giving up your own interests and ideals in pursuit of so-called justice.

Well…the justice that I enact and manipulate.

……

"Then Dean Leo, please establish a new parliament according to what is said in the letter."

"No, Mia, the new era needs young, new leaders without the past. The residents of Golden City need to see new faces."

"Then you mean..."

"My daughter, Maria, will be the new city lord I plan to nominate."

"Your...daughter?!"

Leo looked at Mia's shocked expression, smiled bitterly, and pointed at Ms. Sewell who was still wearing a mask beside her.

Mia turned her head and saw Maria took off her mask, stretched out her hand to her, and said with a smile: "Hello, Captain Mia of the only female team of the patrol army, nice to meet you."

"No, no, no. It's a pleasure to meet you. I didn't expect that the undercover agent planted in the black market and working together with Boss March mentioned in Lord Leo's letter was actually his daughter! You and your daughter have really made a huge sacrifice!" Mia clasped her hands, feeling excited and moved in her heart.

"Mmmm! Mmm!" Suddenly, the city lord, who was tied up tightly and gagged according to Leo's order, and pressed to the ground by two patrolmen, twisted violently and wanted to say something - they are lying to you! They are the real owners of the black market! Fake! All fake! The councillors outside are also colluding with the black market! Jincheng is finished!

"Be quiet! Did Dean Leo let you speak?" He grabbed one of the city lord's patrol soldiers and put his hand on his throat, saying fiercely.

"Okay, okay, don't be so harsh on him... Hey, you two have grown up now, what positions do you hold in the army now?" Leo waved his hand, walked over, then took a closer look and said with a smile.

"Hehe, Dean, no, Father Leo, actually I am the commander-in-chief, and the man next to me is the deputy commander..." The patrol soldier who was pinching the city lord's throat said a little awkwardly.

"Ah? Then why didn't you say anything just now? Why is Mia still leading the team?"

"Because... you needed help, but the first person you thought of was one of our captains. We feel guilty for taking care of us since we were young, and we don't dare to face you..."

"That's not the case. I established the patrol army for the public, not for personal gain. If I let you search the city lord's mansion with great fanfare, without evidence, you would be breaking the law. How would the people of Jincheng view you?

We have no choice but to sacrifice Mia. Today will be her last day as a patrolman. But I have always taught you that those who sacrifice their small self for the sake of the greater self must not be trapped, right?"

"...Okay, I understand, Father Leo. Your spirit of justice has not changed over the years. When you withdrew from the center of politics at first, we thought you had encountered some changes.

But you have never been willing to accept additional help or disclose any information. Now it seems that you are just waiting for the right time!"

"Okay, okay, hahaha, you two have been flatterers since you were little, and you haven't changed much... Hey, hey, hey, you're going to strangle our city lord to death!"

"Ah?...Oh!" The patrol commander who had been talking to Leo quickly let go of his hand, while the city lord under him had a red face and almost rolled his eyes.

"Come on, both of you make way." Leo smiled and squatted in front of the city lord to take out the hard towel that was stuffed in his mouth, pressing on his tongue and making it impossible for him to speak or breathe.

The two commanders naturally retreated to a farther place; they knew what Leo meant.

"Cough cough--" The city lord coughed and tried to take a deep breath, which made him unable to speak for a while. Just as he took a breath and wanted to say something, he saw Leo throw down the towel, revealing two words written on his palm - "Family".

"Well, that's how you threatened me ten years ago. Although you care more about status and power than that, I can't do anything about it. But now you've lost those, so do you want to lose more?"

"...hiss, Leo, you've changed...you've changed too, haha, now I feel much more balanced, okay, I know what to do."

The two of them communicated with each other in a subtle way, and each of them had a clear idea of ​​what was going on.

Then Leo stood up and smiled at everyone in the room, "It seems that our city lord wants to atone for his sins. Maria, get ready. Your first public speech will begin soon."

……

"Why, you're leaving without finishing the show?"

"What's there to see? There's no movement in the tower. The outcome is settled. It's nothing more than the villain confessing his crime, the dark hero king stepping into the light, giving a speech, being surrounded by other heroes, and re-establishing a new system. Everyone is happy.

Then the so-called people of the world in your mouth will blindly follow regardless of anything, ignoring the unreasonable traces that are still obvious now but will be completely covered up later. They don’t care about a specific person, they just need an atmosphere of worship, a dream that can be relied on and turn themselves into believers.

I didn't expect the parliament's military strength to be so weak. I thought they could resist. That's right, the parliament has to make money from the underworld, so how can they afford to support soldiers? "

"Everyone is happy? Isn't it a tragedy? A tragic stage play controlled by you, where everyone's faith is played with? The black market will not really disappear. The new parliament can directly collude, and the tavern can continue to control the economy of Jincheng. Nothing has changed, but it is even darker. Tsk tsk, as expected, the spiritual department needs people like you who are open-minded and focus on reality to learn."

"Darkness? So what? I let everyone close their eyes and have a beautiful dream. They naturally got the beauty and hope for the future they wanted. Then they must pay me their value. If they want to be pain-free, they must be controlled.

Besides, what will happen to them in the end, what they will think after their dreams are shattered, is none of my business, they brought this upon themselves... Is this the time to think about these things? We have to go see Brother Heng next."

"Yeah, you can't be sure how he will feel about what you did, right?"

"It wasn't possible before, but it's almost possible now. I always felt that he didn't look like a demon. And after returning to Jincheng, according to what you said, he seemed to want to stop my plan, so I can roughly guess his attitude."

"Yeah, but it's still gray. There's no black, or even a hint of red. This result is the worst. It proves that he's difficult enough to deal with. In the worst case, you might die."