Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

Chen Zhou narrowed his eyes and glared at Claire, who knelt down on the spot and was then expelled by the tower-breaking warriors.

After the room was cleared, he looked at the audience and said frankly, "Since some people have doubts about my stance, let's change the subject of this speech and talk about my ideals."

Chen Zhou’s ideal?

In the underground pipeline, Amiya, the Doctor, the King of Propulsion, Clovisia and others took out paper and pen and listened attentively.

"Everyone, this is the symbol of our tower's formation."

At the meeting, Chen Zhou displayed the logo of 'three prisms converging into a flower', which was an improvement on the Shenchi logo, so the Shenchi soldiers present were all familiar with it.

"These three petals encompass the Tara people, the Victorians, and even the vast majority of those infected. With the three flowers gathered at the top, the future Sky Kingdom will surely blossom like these flowers in a new era. Of course, since the Tara people have long suffered persecution, it's understandable that the Tara Liberation Front's policies favor the Tara people, but this doesn't mean that the Sky Kingdom excludes the Victorians."

"Friends, I treat all Tara and Victorians the same, all infected and non-infected people the same, I treat everyone as my compatriots and friends."

Looking at the two somewhat reluctant groups, Chen Zhou smiled nonchalantly and said, "Friends, I know most of you are pessimistic about this matter, but I still have a dream."

As the citizens of Londinium were deeply moved and the soldiers of Deep Pool pinched their noses in acceptance, Chen Zhou delivered a chant that shook the hearts and shocked Terra:

"I dream that one day Victoria will be great again and the true meaning of the TF1 Creed will be realized: that some truths are self-evident - that all people are equal.

I have a dream that one day, in every corner of Victoria, the sons of Tara and the sons of Victoria will sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I dream that one day, even the city of Karaton, a place where justice is absent and discrimination is rampant, will become an oasis where the infected can breathe freely.

I have a dream that one day my little Drakes will live in a nation where they will not be judged by their blood or the infections they have, but by the content of their character and their talents.

I dream that one day Victoria will be completely transformed, and even though the reckless dukes and nobles are still vying for power and opposing the call of the Taliban, one day the two races in Victoria will be united as one, moving forward hand in hand."

After Chen Zhou finished speaking, the lifting block from the sky broke through the clouds, fell down, and stopped behind him.

The lifting area was hung with colorful ribbons, and white doves symbolizing freedom flew away from the area, and finally everything became Chen Zhou's background wall.

This scene was forever frozen in the hearts of the citizens of Londinium and became their permanent memory.

The entire process was also filmed by Xiyin and became an important research material. It became the "Führer's Speech" that later history teachers talked about with relish. Its fame far exceeded that of the speeches of the other two Drakes.

The applause broke out, and all the citizens applauded, applauded loudly. The air filled with praise was made up of people of all races and all kinds of work clothes.

"If we want Victoria to be great again, this dream must come true. Friends, the Kingdom of Sky welcomes everyone, and the Tower Liberation Front welcomes all like-minded friends.

We must let the voice of freedom ring out from the barren swamps of the Tara region! Let the voice of freedom ring out from Londinium in the Central Valley! Let the voice of freedom ring out from the city of Karaton, which discriminates against the infected!

Let all the princes and nobles who intend to destroy tremble in front of us!

above! "

The tone suddenly became higher, which was the final encouragement and oath.

The speech is over.

Chen Zhou adjusted his scarf and bowed slightly to the audience.

He walked down the stairs, and on the long dark red carpet with gold edges, there were countless cheers and applause.

After that, the first evacuation list was registered by the officials brought down by Sister Tazi.

At this moment, at the end of the red carpet, a nobleman in a formal suit holding a gift box suddenly appeared, as if waiting for Chen Zhou.

"Your Highness Chen Zhou, this is Earl Silver Wolf, the representative of the Parliament. Thanks to your efforts, many citizens of Londinium have been able to stay away from the war. The Victoria Parliament has decided to award you the highest level of the 'Cross Medal' to commemorate your contribution." A lord came forward to introduce.

Seeing that Chen Zhou's speech was a great success, the dukes came up with a second plan.

These nobles also added the suffix "Your Highness" to their address to Chen Zhou.

Chapter 59: The Resting Place of the Kings

Looking at Chen Zhou's great success in his speech, Earl Silver Wolf did not feel the slightest urge to embarrass him.

As a compromising aristocrat, he felt that the previous destruction was completely unnecessary and would only anger Chen Zhou.

Those hardliners didn't know that the deserted path extending from the gloomy exit was not his destination. The gorgeous red carpet covered with flowers and cheers was the stage where he should stand, Draco Chen Zhou's stage alone.

Thinking of the kind smile of Earl Silver Wolf, his entire temperament changed from head to toe. He looked at Chen Zhou quietly, holding the medal high, holding up the future of the Victorian nobility.

At that moment, the enthusiastic cheers and thunderous applause that threatened to tear the sky apart all stopped. All eyes swept towards Draco's body like a tide.

Some people cheered for the leader's further power, some sneered at the noble duke's thick-skinnedness, and some held their chins with one hand, looking forward to Chen Zhou's choice.

Taking advantage of the situation, Earl Silver Wolf became more respectful.

However, the next moment, blue flames rose up in his sight.

It was like a line of death that tore at everything, burning slowly but unable to be extinguished, gradually annihilating the Cross Medal into nothingness.

Draco's flames directly burned the nobles' sincerity and future into ashes.

Count Silver Wolf widened his eyes and looked at Chen Zhou in a daze.

Then he was seen smiling, arrogantly dispelling the flames, and saying, "Victoria, you have no right to confer honors on me."

"what?"

"I don't need any medals. Draco's crown comes from the common people, from fire and blood."

In this situation, Earl Silver Wolf finally remembered the legend of the Tara people. Legend has it that the original Tara red dragon burned the river dry and traveled south, forging the crown of Tara in fire and blood. Even after thousands of years, the deeds of the first Tara king are still passed down through the years.

A dark cloud seemed to float over the head of the Victorian noble. Looking at Chen Zhou's laughter, he saw the figure of the first Lord of Tara overlap with him in a trance, saw the noble's palace shaking in the laughter, and saw the raging fire burying the dark world.

This is a madman! This is a madman!

Count Silver Wolf's entire body was shaking. He dropped his hands amidst the laughter, then turned around and ran away.

The atmosphere in the lecture hall was extremely high, and the thunderous cheers drowned out Chen Zhou.

"The leader's performance this time was absolutely outstanding. Whether it was refuting doubters, speaking about his ideals, or finally refusing the nobles' honors." Ahmoni applauded repeatedly, her eyes flickering as she looked at Chen Zhou. "He possesses all the qualities of a great monarch."

Mandela sneered repeatedly, "Oh, isn't this Ahmoni, a cadre of Shenchi? Shenchi has a bad reputation in Londinium, and you actually let Chen Zhou clean up your mess. It seems that you are really shameless and invincible.

You old slut, you used to suppress me everywhere and give me a hard time, but now you are trying to please me with a smug look on your face, and your slutty smell is overflowing... What, you are not convinced? Looking at your face that you can't hold back your laughter, I want to laugh, I just want to laugh hahahaha~"

puff!

Ahmoni sat on the ground and sprayed water. No, a wave of clear water shot out from her palm and landed accurately on the face of the cat.

Mandela's laughter stopped abruptly.

"How dare you spray me in the face?" Mandra was furious. Her cute bob hair was almost smoking. A stone spike stabbed Ahmoni's crotch. "You're a traitor! How dare a cadre from Shenchi attack the Chairman of the Counter-Revolutionary Committee?!"

Ahmonie was not afraid at all. She summoned water waves to fight against Mandela. In terms of Originium skills, she was no match for Mandela, but she was not afraid of small fights.

……

"The ideals of this Tower Jiezhen leader are truly great..."

The Citizens' Self-Defense Force was in a safe house somewhere in the central district. The doctor picked up Amiya's notebook and commented in astonishment.

"At the same time, his hostility towards Vina and those princes and nobles is also visible to the naked eye."

Amiya said worriedly, "Dr. Kel'tsit believes that because of his actions, the war in Londinium may break out early."

"But, with the conflicts between the parties escalating to this point, can we really stop the war?" The King of Advancement had a calm expression.

"Vina, you..." The remnants of the Glasgow Gang were a little confused.

Because of Chen Zhou's actions, they could feel the changes in Vina these days.

"The Duke of Caister's spies have been to me."

Vina lowered her eyes, and in the confusion, there seemed to be an additional thing called "responsibility".

"At this time, the Grand Duke outside the city..." The doctor seemed to know something and hesitated to speak.

"Politicians see bargaining chips, while businessmen smell profit. These dukes want to fund me, win over the nobles, and confront Chen Zhou." The King of Advancement was also at a loss for words. "It seems that to them, the threat from the Sky Kingdom is far more deadly than the Sarkaz."

"So, what do you think?"

Baird, a member of the Glasgow Gang, was a little excited and looked straight at Vina.

"There's nothing shameful about seeking greater power, but, but..."

The King of Advance gripped his hammer tightly, his gaze sweeping over the members of the Jaw-Breaking Gym.

"But we can't forget these aristocratic bastards who are just sitting there watching. We're going to use their money to support our own soldiers. I'm going to lead these soldiers to end this war that's rotten in our bones and break the jaws of those warlords hiding in Londinium!

After we beat the hell out of those war bastards, we'll throw the Victorian flag in the dukes' faces and say, "This is our fucking territory!"

Vina smashed the hammer into the ground with all her strength, and the huge hammer that shattered the earth inspired all the sounds.

"This is our fucking territory!"

"This is our fucking territory!"

Dai Feien thought for a moment, analyzed the situation briefly, and discovered a blind spot. He then said to the King of Advancement, "What should we do with Chen Zhou and his tower formation?"

Suddenly, there was complete silence all around.

Today's weather is that the starfall in the wilderness will turn into a force eight gale.

Rhodes Island followed the gaze of the Glasgow Gang and looked at Vina, as if waiting for her reply.

The King of Advance was silent for a moment, then he gripped his hammer again. He raised his head and took a deep breath. "The grudge between him and the Glasgow Gang must not be forgotten. The deaths of Morgan, Dagda, and Hannah must not be forgotten. But he was right about one thing: it was the Sarkaz who truly brought Victoria to this state. There should be no confusion about who the current enemy is."

“Kevina, the Breath of Kings is destined to fall into his hands…” Aleda put her hands on her hips, her tone regretful.

The King of Advance held a lollipop between his fingers. A look of helplessness flashed across his face before he quickly cheered up.

"I can still annihilate the enemy without that sword!"

……

Oak Forest County, USS Gastriel.

Abbrana straightened her back, stretched out her hand, and spoke in a cold and majestic voice:

"Gentlemen, the greatest wisdom is to abandon wisdom! The greatest kindness is to abandon kindness! The greatest morality is to have no morality! The next stop for this battleship will be at the port of Londinium!

I won't elaborate on the reasons and significance. I just want to tell you that our colleagues in the Taliban have already taken a step ahead of us and raised the flag for Tara in Londinium. The fire has been lit, and it will burn away the old order of this land and the rotten shackles that bind us!

On the high platform of the command center where the wind was howling, Abrana raised her spear high. In full view of everyone, she used purple flames as wings, forged the blazing fire into a spear, and with one shot, she burned the barren earth into a huge "Deep Pool" sign.

She shouted, "Now, I want you to join me in burning down the camps. I want you to join me in the bloody battles. Let us, the people of Tara, never suffer from that oppression again!!!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the Duke of Wellington, who was a body length behind her, slowly stood up.

Boom!

His hair and beard fluttered in the strong wind, and the Duke's scepter slammed heavily on the deck, making a distant sound.

Then an old voice spread throughout the warship, "All troops, march towards Londinium!"

……

The dilapidated royal city of Tara.

"But Reed, do we really have to act together with Deep Pond?"

The embarrassed Tara refugees gathered around the campfire and looked at a figure whose seat was no different from theirs.

"Yes, Tower Jiezhen and Deep Pool are both realizing the same dream about the Tara people. There is no difference between her and me. But her fire is too overbearing and cruel. It will turn many people into fuel for war. I must go."

Wei Cao looked at the yellow reeds beside the dry river, and his eyes seemed to have flames dancing in them.

"We only believe in you. You fight and we follow, just like we have been doing all along."

A reserved Tara peasant woman was holding Reed. She wanted to reach out and hold her hand, but suddenly felt that her hands were dirty and subconsciously wiped them on her apron.

At this moment, a snow-white and tender hand came out and held out, and the warmth from the palm flowed through the blood and touched the heart.

Reed, the Tara fighter, smiled cleanly and purely. "I can sense your awakening. Have a good rest. We still have a long way to go."

Suddenly, there was a circle of crystal flashes in the sight of the Tara peasant woman. She touched her eyes, as if she saw the morning light after a long night.

……

Londinium, a restaurant that is so delicious that it flies.

Chen Zhou, Mandela and Ahmoni sat together. Although there were not many dishes on the table, they could be considered authentic.

Mmm, authentic Victorian cuisine.

Chen Zhou silently put down his fork and looked at the two people who were secretly angry with each other, frowning: "Two Tara representatives, how can you have the nerve to fight in public?"

Mandela curled her lips.

You, Star Fury, mean to pull your hair out in private, right?