From star abyss

"Compared with other narrative races, the Dragon Island tribe still inherits capitalism ideologically. These behemoths have no strength but cannot condense. They are not in line with our narrative values. They only rely on longevity and wealth accumulation to rank in the top ten on the list. The position keeps fluctuating.”

Ahil Shiyue said coldly:

"A country, a nation, and a person need to be united, and they need to constantly bring forth the old and bring out the new, so that the blood can flow. Throughout the ages, there have been countless dynasty changes, power reshuffles, and those who fell behind were either overthrown by the revolution or were invaded by foreign nations. No empire can maintain such vigorous vitality as our "Red Blood Alliance". why is that? "

"Does this need to be said?" The representative of the Rising Sun Tribe sneered: "Everyone knows what's going on."

"Because we have been revolutionizing our own lives." The representative of the Baiyun tribe said with a smile: "In other narratives, it is either restricted by the main ethnic group or bound by an inherent culture, and the native thoughts and ideas will always be firmly established. If it continues to function, it will eventually become rigid, rotten, and completely become an abandonment of the times, and we will continue to replace races."

The representative of the Time Domain Angel Clan said:

“Just like the body constantly metabolizes, removing old cells and replacing them with fresh blood, the reason why our narrative is powerful comes from the fact that we continue to destroy and kill ourselves, and allow fresh and powerful new people to ascend to the throne. "

"Life is like water. If it moves, it will never stop. If it is still, it will be dead."

The Moon People representative concluded:

"Dragon Island is already too far behind."

"Weak strength, what they think of is not to reform their internal structure and introduce external advantages, but to rely on recalling scattered wanderers and rely on mercenaries to play the game. It is really outrageous."

Ahil said lightly:

"In the narrative of the alliance, you can be unkind, unfaithful, filial, compassionate, but you must be strong. Even if you use all means, use despicable methods, even if you backstab your allies, as long as you can become the strongest , then that makes one point: the narrative of this era requires leadership from a race like yours.”

"Tyrants will be punished by tyrants, and evil people will be punished by evil people. But the Dragon Clan doesn't even have the courage to do evil."

"Such a race is like an appendix. It has no meaning other than inflammation. It should be removed as soon as possible to save energy supplies from the body."

"I've long been unhappy with these dragons. They are just keeping money and doing nothing, speculating everywhere. They don't understand what racism is."

"What's more, the capital accumulated by the Dragon Clan over the years is so strong. Instead of using it for transfer payments, it will be given to other narratives, especially Layyuan's narrative. The Dragon Clan has been giving them money. If this continues, it is completely giving Layer Yuan a chance. , interfering with our affairs in Jingyuan!"

People were filled with righteous indignation. When it came to the Dragon Clan, they either hated iron or were quite dissatisfied, and some showed greedy faces.

In any case, the dragon people have lost their hearts and are no longer recognized by the top five franchised tribes.

How to deal with the Dragon Clan had actually been planned before this meeting started. They were just using the banquet as an excuse to socialize and enhance their relationship.

The racist narrative allows the people at the bottom to act like gangsters and gang up to force them into the throne, so naturally it also allows the leaders at the top to unite and form alliances and exchanges.

The alliance only needs a powerful race to be the leader, but which race? It doesn't care.

No one cares.

Anyway, everyone here and there is just a part of this grand narrative.

"In that case, let's start voting."

Asher launched the initiative:

"Representatives who agree to concentrate their firepower and kill all the dragon players in next year's tribal rankings raise their left hand, and those who disagree raise their right hand."

There was barely any time for discussion before the vote was taken.

The shadow warrior stepped forward and began to vote:

"Five people raised their left hands, and one person raised their right hands."

After saying that, even he himself was stunned for a moment.

Asheer Shiyue glanced at the shadow warrior:

"Six tickets?"

"Well, I don't know why there is one more, Mr. Shiyue."

"Are you kidding? Where did the six races come from? Aren't there only five of the six races we came from? The Nether Race, the Rising Sun, the People of the Time Domain, the Hundred Clouds, and the People of the Moon?"

The grumpy representative of the Rising Sun Clan stood up and roared:

"Who's kidding? Do you want to go against the grand narrative?"

"it's me."

In the back row of the dim conference room, a tall man slowly stood up. He was wearing heavy armor and had scarlet magic patterns all over his body. The helmet on his head was slightly raised, and his ram-like horns extended forward, like a A fierce and ferocious demon.

"You? Where did you come from! This is where the alliance's elites gather. Tell us your race name. Anything without a ranking is prohibited from entering the venue."

When the armored man straightened up, the whole room was instantly enveloped in a strange and thick aura, as if an iron curtain had been lowered, and even breathing felt sluggish and difficult.

“This breath—so weird!”

"It doesn't seem to be the power of the road."

"He is not from Xingyuan!"

Everyone present became alert.

"Who are you?" Asiel Shiyue looked as usual and asked calmly: "Judging from the aura, you are not a simple humanoid, and the power on your body is not the path. It is the power of your bloodline. After all, Which race is the strong man, tell me."

"Do I have to give my racial name?"

the man asked rhetorically.

"It doesn't matter what your name is." Ahil replied: "We in the alliance don't care what the individual's name is. Your race and ranking are the key."

"I see, no wonder it is Jing Yuan's strongest narrative."

The man said, raised his hand and pressed it on the iron surface of the ram devil, making a vibrating sound like hitting an anvil:

"(Chinese) I am from Earth."

"According to Xingyuan, I belong to the C3-'Luka' type cosmic human race."

"Of course, you may be more familiar with another title."

The magic armor stabbed the sharp blade inward, cutting into the blood vessels and pulses, and a large amount of silver-white blood sprayed outwards, overflowing from the gaps in the armor.

As soon as the silver blood mixed with the air, it immediately became invisible and colorless, but it surged rapidly with the air flow.

The carpet under the man's feet instantly turned into charcoal. Even the force of the wind was enough to destroy it. Wherever the air spread, the vitality was completely deprived. When it fell on the people present, it followed the pore gaps, body surface contact, The respiratory organs enter the body's circulatory system and eventually invade the spine, devouring and replacing the original blood system.

A large number of participants had difficulty breathing one after another, collapsed and died suddenly on the spot, and then their bodies fell down and turned into black ash, dissipating in the wind.

"Uh-uh-the air is poisonous! Go quickly-uh!"

"The caster quickly activates the vacuum technique! The warrior holds his breath and concentrates, and activates the Gangqi Passport! Damn it! Why is this thing so toxic, even the detoxification technique is useless..."

"This is……"

Aisiel blended into the shadows, and after a moment, he appeared from the rafters. The Hades, who had no respiratory system, only belatedly realized what they were facing:

"——Aether poisonous blood!"

He lowered his head and looked down at the man in magic armor standing on the ground, and said in a deep voice:

"You are a member of [society]!"

"The [Blacksmith] of the Thirteen Members of [Secret Society]."

The man in magic armor smiled slightly and said:

“In the name of Sharptooth, all racists will be beaten and forged.”

The next moment, he grasped the void, and countless scarlet magic patterns eroded the space and continued to multiply and spread.