Mystery: Paradox Path

"The fortune of the country has been transferred!" Snow stepped on the beat of the music, feeling the activation of the spell he handed to Edsack.

The essence of the Black Emperor's ritual is to integrate the emperor's authority, the shadow of order, and the cognition of the people into an anchor for promotion.

The method that Klein and Bernadette chose was to interfere with the state of George III taking the medicine, so that he could not hold the potion, leading to self-destruction, while what Snow did was simpler and more direct—

He pulled the anchor straight away.

Listening to the speech corresponds to ceremonies held simultaneously across the country, right?

Then I just interrupt the ceremony.

Consolidate the national fortune and ascend to the throne in the name of the emperor, right?

Then I will arrange for a prince to seek to usurp the throne.

Of course, these are not guaranteed, just like many emperors have been on the throne long after the common people talk about the emperor and still think of the previous one. If you want to truly and completely pull out the anchor of Qiao San, you need the last step—

Let him die socially!

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The clown in a blue shirt, a yellow vest, and a red coat walked on the sidewalk in front of Memorial Day Square. The nobles, congressmen, and bankers who were lined up to listen involuntarily gave way under the strange momentum. Between the high platforms where His Majesty the Third is, a passage is cleared.

The bodyguard arranged by the Church of Storms immediately wanted to step forward, but just by taking a step, an extremely terrifying pressure had already been exerted on them, the feeling as if they were being stared at by predators, killing them. The dead were locked in place, and the concept of "moving will die" was carved into the depths of their souls.

"I thought that as King Loen, you organized a national speech, and faced the people of the country, you must have a high opinion, but I never thought that you would say such selfish words."

The clown's voice, with a strange and magical nature, pressed the rhythm of the music, and spread all over the square in an instant, and through the microphone in front of "George III", it spread to all parts of the country.

"George III" tried to explain, but in front of the magical tone and music, his voice had no sense of existence, and even if he shouted in the loudest voice, it was covered by the music that echoed around him.

The person in charge of broadcasting immediately realized that there was a live broadcast accident, and immediately planned to cut off the communication, but before the button was pressed, countless spider silks had bound all the staff in the room.

"Honey, don't move around, I'm very hot right now!"

The soft and charming voice sounded in the broadcasting room, and the strong killing intent contained in it, making people dare not give birth to the slightest thought.

Listening to the music on the radio continued, the clown stepped forward and approached the high platform step by step. Under the cover of countless nobles and parliamentarians around, the soldiers in red shirts and white trousers even held high-pressure steam rifles that were enough to shoot the middle sequence. But he didn't dare to pull the trigger.

In the midst of this complicated emotion, Snow continued:

"Have you ever heard the screams of the children?"

"Have you ever felt the city falling apart?"

"Have you noticed the skyrocketing food prices? Have you been concerned about the displaced people?"

"Under the cloud of war, as a king, you don't think about how to solve the problems of people's livelihood, and you mobilize the whole people to give public speeches, but you are still emphasizing your identity as an emperor? Even the silence for the people who died in the war must be named in your name. ? Now, what are you talking about 'election policy'? Are elections, which will take years to come, more important to you than people at war?"

"Have you seen the outside world? Have you ever left Queens? Have you considered the feelings of the people at the bottom? You haven't, you'll just see them as ants, as if you need to pray with 'George III' The obedient children in the name of ', think they will swallow it up, think they will suffer silently, think they will not turn their face and go mad!"

"The atmosphere has changed!" Audrey in the crowd looked at the clown who was gradually approaching the high platform in shock. As a dream walker, she clearly felt that the emotional resonance around her had changed. The most terrifying thing was that at this time, Tomorrow Square Yes, they are all from the upper class of Loen.

Audrey can unceremoniously say that most of them are from the words of the Mr. Clown, who don't care about the feelings of the people at the bottom. They think that they are a group of people who can use slaves at will, but even their mental state has already changed. A change had taken place, and it was hard for Audrey to imagine the emotions of those who had accumulated a lot of grievances in other parts of the kingdom at this time.

"What is Mr. Demon trying to do? This may cause a riot!"

Yes, Audrey had already recognized Snow. Although he had changed his body shape, changed his voice, and painted over it, Audrey was still able to clearly capture some of his behaviors.

There is no doubt that this clown is Mr. Devil.

But then, Audrey reacted, because she found that all her emotions were being directed to George III, to the stunned His Majesty the King!

At this moment, the clown who had pulled the distance to a considerable extent suddenly raised his hand, and in his hand was a revolver.

"Farewell, Your Majesty the King."

"Protect the king! Shoot! Shoot quickly!" The appearance of the pistol finally made the captain of the **** finally break through the spiritual plague-like guidance and issued an order loudly.

During the usual training, the soldiers reflexively completed the whole process of raising the gun, aiming, and pulling the trigger. Shot into the clown's body, but he did not fall down.

Fist-sized blood holes exploded on the clown's body, and the rough three-piece suit of different colors became riddled with holes. But the clown, who was strangely balanced, still pulled the trigger.

boom!

Bullet firing.

The king falls.

This scene is so incredible, UU reading www.uukanshu. Even the captain of the guard who ordered the shooting never thought that the other party would be able to assassinate successfully.

Even if there are no bodyguards from the church, even if MI9 disappears collectively, His Majesty the King himself is a Sequence Five (outside) Beyonder, and he is carrying protective items that can withstand the bombardment of artillery shells, but now, he is in full view of the public. , in front of countless members of the House of Commons and nobles, a small bullet opened their minds.

"Continue to shoot!" The head of the guard couldn't think anymore, and he instinctively gave the order to shoot. Although he didn't think this could kill a strong man who easily suppressed the audience of Beyonders, but...

bang bang bang...

In a series of bullets, the Joker's wreckage just fell to the ground, with a slightly sticky sound of water splashing.

died?

how is this possible?

Audrey's eyes widened. She could clearly feel the disappearance of the spiritual island on the Joker's body. She was extremely sure that this was definitely not a clone, nor was it a trick, but why did she die?