From star abyss

Chapter 953 168 Sprint, Sprint, Sprint, Sprint

Chapter 953 168. Sprint, sprint, sprint

"To speak well, you need to have this kind of voice of reason."

"We can't let go of these cases that are unfavorable to the big family. If the big family, companies and factories all run away by then, who will provide employment? Without employment, where will the taxes come from and where will we get the money to operate?"

"Those who just laughed, I hope you will not come to the parliament when you are facing the murderer. After all, 'we need to discuss military matters.'"

"It's started, it's started, it's so right, you understand it so well! Let me tell you a hot knowledge: the nearest narrative civilization is only 50 hours away from our city! If you don't build an army if you have money, why should you pay reparations to people? ?”

"Do you think those big figures in the alliance are as brutal and violent as you, and only know about expansion? They are narrative civilization! Civilization! Civilized people!"

"You're right, but Narrative No. 10, "The Red Blood Alliance," is the one with the most frequent foreign wars among the coalition. It expands an average of 100,000 square kilometers of land every year, has the highest fertility rate in the entire territory, and has a standing army of 40 million. There are 500 million registered militiamen, fighting against the Void Narrative, with 8 battles, 6 wins, 1 draw and a ceasefire. It has two demigods, [Assassinator] Simon Assassin, [Cruelty Minister] Wolf Hunter and Lei, and the leader of the True God Alliance [Blood Sea Emperor] Weng Delia Shadro! ——And you actually said that such a brutal hegemon is a civilized person! "

"Um……"

The chicken guardian pondered.

This city's council is such a place. If there is even the slightest disagreement, they will launch full-scale personal attacks. It is such a group of sleeping dragons and phoenixes that determine the life and death of Victory Port, which is somewhat humorous.

It can only be said that it is not easy for the city to develop to the point where it is today.

The situation has become like this, and Aigler has no intention of making any reforms.

Politics is the art of balance.

Of course, if he could have been granted the title of minister when he was young and could still maintain the combat power of a demigod now, there would be no need for any balance.

Benedict!

"quiet."

The chicken man knocked his cane, and a loud voice resounded throughout the audience:

"Everyone's opinions are very interesting, but today's meeting is a fast process. Time is running out and a decision must be made quickly."

He glanced at the scene and said:

"I took a look and found that there are quite a lot of disputes over the reform plan and the investigation into the Westport fire case. In that case, let's just do it together. How about it?"

"First, I will send someone to investigate the truth of this matter, let our loyal police officers work overtime to investigate the criminal case, and definitely give an explanation to the major families, companies and organizations. Let the Mahamut family can run their business with confidence , so that everyone can do business with peace of mind.”

"Second, we will also intensify discussions on the tax and fire protection issues of the Mahamut family, and strive to build our military system as soon as possible, so that people can feel at ease. Not to mention the prevention of joint ventures, there are natural disasters and man-made disasters, etc. A little more ability to save oneself.”

This statement can be regarded as a way to please both sides. Even if someone questioned the distraction, they would not dare to say it in front of him, the most powerful person in the city.

After all, although he is old, he is still strong.

Seeing both parties settling down and reluctantly accepting his proposal, Aigler breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking back to when he was young, there was no need to please him, just one fucking punch, I don't care if you are balanced or not, I am a demigod, my fist is the law.

However, people will always grow old.

As long as you cannot ascend to the throne of God and become a god supporter or a true god, you will be eliminated by the torrent of the times sooner or later. Even if you take a step back, even if you become a god, in the battlefield of the abyss, there will be many true gods who have fallen and changed. ?

Since the death of the Six Gods of the Way, mortals have begun to compete for the seat of the true god. People who were originally united have been divided into major narratives and believers of gods. Even foreign enemies like [society] have become tolerant. stand up.

Despite being sarcastic, Eggler can somewhat understand this feeling.

If a strong leader stands up and unites the entire city, then the city will usher in prosperous and splendid development, as well as strong defense, and no one will dare to invade.

Look at the neighbors around you, the narrative complex, they are united together, and their small town is nothing to them.

The coalition didn't eliminate them just because they didn't want to, or were too lazy to eliminate them.

This is just the unity of four narrative civilizations.

If Star Abyss can also have such a leader, the six major star abyss and the thirteen major narratives can unite as one - Aigler dare not imagine that when the six avenues, the six layers of the abyss, and the thirteen major narratives are united, what will happen? What kind of brilliance burst out.

Perhaps when we reach that stage, it will be the so-called prime years, the golden age.

It's a pity that fantasy is just fantasy. As we grow older, this hope for the golden age and sage kings gradually becomes cold.

Looking at the mess in the room, Aigler shook his head.

As a member of the ordinary but powerful race of Yoel chicken people, he once witnessed the true glory. The great Lord of the Burning Sun led the chicken people to rise from the status of slaves and other people's food to the pinnacle of narrative civilization. They once Living in an empire that was much larger than now, full of anointing and gold, the great powers came here to admire it, debated scriptures and wrote books for them, and praised the beauty of their wings.

But now, when they walk on the street, they are even discriminated against: ‘Look, lunch is running on the ground’

This is the tragedy of the weak. A race, a country, and a society cannot live without strong leaders, strength and kindness.

This room full of civil servants and gentlemen spoke of fairness and justice. When they cut open their bellies, they were all filled with business and money.

Perhaps Victory Port is destined to decline.

Aigler suddenly laughed.

What was he thinking?

He has only been the guardian of this city for a few hundred years, but he has really protected his feelings.

Every city-state and country has its shining moment, just like a meteor streaking across the night sky. It is obviously the last burning, but people hope to rely on that moment of brilliance to illuminate their eternity.

It's time to come to an end.

The House of Lords began to adjourn, and people were bustling and whispering to each other. Once they left the meeting place, the people who had just exchanged quarrels with each other began to put their arms around each other and discuss which girl to go to for a drink.

Aigler shook his head. He could not expect these people to complete the continuation of Victory Port. Reform still had to be carried out and more people had to help.

bump!

Just when people thought this was just an ordinary meeting, a figure hurriedly broke into the parliament building, pushed open the door with his shoulder, and threw himself to the ground.

The surprised gazes of the congressmen immediately focused on the young man who fell to the ground. He got up in embarrassment, straightened out the guard uniform on his body, and dusted off the magic radiation dust on his body. People were keenly aware of the turbid purple ashes on his body. The priest immediately drank seriously:

"Stop! Where did the void coral on your body come from?"

"It's a trace of the void! He just came into contact with the void!?"

"Oh my god, those nihilistic lunatics are calling in again?!"

"calm."

Aigler released his pressure, maintained order, and said calmly:

"Tell me, kid, what happened?"

"Sir, go find the narrative union!"

The man hurriedly shouted.

"Calm down." Eggler said, "What happened? Speak slowly and describe it clearly."

"Hamagai Lai!"

The man shouted in horror:

"[The Void Butcher] Harmajialai! Has arrived in the world!"