Attributes are infinitely increasing, I dominate the multiverse Chapter 169 There are always too man

The third day of the first month of the first year of the Cang Emperor calendar.

Divine capital, Imperial Palace.

[Master: Mu Cang]

[Physique: 132,000 stars]

[Soul: 132,000 stars]

After a day, Mu Cang's attributes naturally doubled, and its value has exceeded one-third of the mass of the sun, and it continues to move towards an increasingly terrifying situation.

Looking away from the attribute panel, Mu Cang, who was leaning on the dragon chair, narrowed his eyes that were shining with divine light at that moment, ignoring the many walls and corridors, and looked far away outside the Imperial Palace.

"There are so many insects seeking death in this world."

He smiled and held his chin, "It's so fun to kill them all in waves."

"Jump out, jump out, let me step on them."

In the distance, there is a square called Guangyang Palace Square. It existed before the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty, and it has been more than a thousand years since then.

Although the main hall has long disappeared in the vast clouds of history, Guangyang Palace Square, as the world's largest square before the Industrial Revolution, has been well preserved by successive dynasties.

And it has been repaired from generation to generation, and has always been one of the symbols of Daxia culture.

At the same time, it is also a must-use place for the empire to hold various festivals and celebrations.

Now, Guangyang Palace Square, which is usually sparsely populated with only a few tourists, has gathered tens of thousands of people at this time.

All these people knelt in the square, densely packed like mountains and seas.

Everyone's face was flushed and excited, holding various slogans, signs and banners, and shouting something.

Some slogans were vaguely written with "Punish treacherous ministers and clear the emperor's side", "Your Majesty has been deceived", "The enemy is in the court", "There are treacherous ministers in the imperial palace", "Please withdraw your sacred order" and so on.

On those long banners were written words like [It is the duty of all the people of Daxia to protect the traditional culture of the aristocracy]...

or [All the land under heaven belongs to the king, and all the people are his subjects. Your Majesty must not let down the thousands of loyal people who have defended the land for three hundred years]...

or [The public needs a leader, three thousand cities and three thousand subjects]...and so on.

These people were all dressed in cheap coarse white clothes, and on their clothes were painted a line of vigorous regular script in thick ink.

On the chest was written [Born as a Daxia Citizen].

On the back was written [Death as a Daxia Ghost].

These people even had a headband tied on their foreheads with [I love Daxia] written on it.

At the same time, their arrogant and arrogant temperament in their every move was very eye-catching.

This kind of temperament can only be cultivated after more than three generations have no worries about food and clothing.

That is the so-called aristocratic temperament.

Zhuo Shicheng, who was kneeling in the crowd and screaming and shouting, was one of them.

After the Zhuo family was driven out of the compound yesterday, the patriarch Zhuo Su fell seriously ill and died in just a few hours.

Tragically, Zhuo Shicheng, who was penniless, had no money to buy a decent coffin for his father, let alone a funeral and a cemetery.

Just when Zhuo Shicheng and more than a hundred clansmen were worried about the uncertain future, a group of people found Zhuo Shicheng mysteriously and asked him to participate in the protest the next day.

"Will this... work for that person?"

In a room, Zhuo Shicheng frowned and said worriedly: "Is this the strategy you mentioned before? This..."

The middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes opposite sighed: "Only this method is most likely to work. We must not have even the slightest offensive thoughts towards that person. That would be courting death.

We can only exert our strength in terms of morality, ancestral system, ethics, and public opinion."

"Public opinion..." Zhuo Shicheng's eyes lit up and smiled, "I understand. The scene in Guangyang Palace was just a pretext. The real focus is on other places, right?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes nodded and said, "Guangyang Palace has two functions. One is to divert attention so that the arrangements outside the venue can operate smoothly; the other is to attract His Majesty to appear, or His Majesty's envoy to appear. As long as there is A window to communicate with His Majesty is enough. "

Zhuo Shicheng frowned and asked curiously: "What are you going to do?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "Keep it secret for the time being, you just need to know... the big one is coming."

"The big one..." Zhuo Shicheng pondered for a while and said, "Isn't this... very dangerous?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he laughed to himself and shook his head and said: "Ha, now I have nothing left except the abolished noble status and this life. Good! I, Zhuo Shicheng, will sacrifice my life to accompany you!"

"Good!"

The middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes smiled happily, "Doing big things is either a great success or a great failure. There is never a middle path, and there is no reason to stay out of it and enjoy the fruits of others' labor. Shicheng, since you have this heroic heart, why worry about not achieving big things. "

"Yes!" Zhuo Shicheng nodded vigorously.

"...The heart of a loyal minister should not be cold..."

"...My ancestors shed blood for Daxia..."

"...My clan shed sweat for Daxia..."

The slogans woke Zhuo Shicheng, who was lost in his memories.

He looked around and found many familiar faces, all of whom were clan leaders from various nobles in Daxia, as well as a larger number of clan elders.

There were Yang Wenzhou, the clan leader of the Yang clan, Yun Tingye, the 17th Duke of Yan, Du Jian, the 15th Duke of Wu, Ni Yu, the elder of the Tu clan, Tu Shengyi, and the elder of the Li clan, Li Guilong...

These old people, who were usually of noble status and rarely seen by ordinary people, changed their former majesty--\u003e\u003e

and all of them, with the younger generations, roared loudly with veins bulging in their necks for the glory and inheritance of their respective families.

So selfless, so embarrassed, so sad.

Being in this situation, Zhuo Shicheng couldn't help but shed tears.

He wiped away his tears violently, straightened his waist, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Your Majesty, please come out and listen to everyone's cries! Please take back your Holy Mandate!"

"Your Majesty, please take back your holy mandate!"

"Your Majesty, please take back your holy mandate!"

…

The media gathered around the square continued to take pictures.

There were reporters from all angles and directions facing the camera, reporting seriously, calmly or worriedly.

"...We can see a large number of former imperial nobles gathered here in Guangyang Palace. They knelt down in front of the imperial palace and cried..."

To the southeast of the square, a female reporter said to the camera with a serious expression:

"...We don't know what impact the abolition of the aristocratic system will have on the entire society in such a short period of time? Is this impact good or bad? We don't know..."

She took a breath and continued: "But I believe that His Majesty will not do anything meaningless. Let us wait and see."

"The above is the live report sent back by our station, thank you!"

After finishing speaking, the female reporter's face slowly disappeared from the screen.

The camera zoomed back, and a bright studio appeared.

The male host, who looked handsome and looked serious, calmed down and said to the camera in a deep voice: "Okay, thank you Zhou Na for sending back the live report."

He turned to ask a fat scholar with gray hair next to him: "Expert Liu, what do you think?"

"Hmm...Okay." Expert Liu adjusted his glasses and said thoughtfully, "I think that if the aristocratic system can continue stably for three hundred years..."

At this time, a staff member hurriedly walked to the male host and handed him a note. The host frowned and looked shocked. He turned around and forcibly interrupted the expert's speech: "Expert Liu, we have to interrupt an urgent message now." ”

"Ah?" The expert was stunned and nodded quickly, "Okay."

The host said "Hmm" and turned to face the camera and said seriously: "Viewers, the program team just received an important message."

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He stood up abruptly, walked a few steps to the large LCD screen at the back, raised his hand and pointed at the screen, and said in a deep voice:

"Please look!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a picture immediately appeared on the screen.

It is a nine-square grid picture that was obviously composed of multiple helicopter aerial shots.

In the picture, a large team like a long queue is holding slogans, standing signs and banners, shouting slogans aggressively, and taking a walk on the main roads in the city.

"Defend the aristocracy!", "Defend the aristocracy!", "Defend the aristocracy!"...

"Take back the Holy Mandate!", "Take back the Holy Mandate!", "Take back the Holy Mandate!"...

"Don't forget the blood and tears of our ancestors!", "Don't forget the blood and tears of our ancestors!", "Don't forget the blood and tears of our ancestors!"...

The slogans were deafening and the noise was endless.

Due to the large number of people, it was impossible to accurately count how many people participated in the walk.

All I know is that the city quickly fell into a state of paralysis because of this sudden walking activity.

Cars, buses, and trucks were passed by these people who ignored traffic rules, and the horizontal and vertical sections were completely impassable.

The helpless car owners could only keep honking their car horns to drive away the pedestrians.

However, these walkers did not show any weakness. They pointed their fingers at the car owner and yelled angrily. Once the car owner retorted, he would be forcibly dragged out of the cab and beaten arbitrarily by other aggressive walkers.

Thanks to the recovery of spiritual energy, everyone on Blue Star is extremely strong. Even if they are surrounded and beaten, the lives of the car owners who are dragged out will not be in danger for a while, but they will inevitably be hospitalized afterwards.

This is not over yet.

In the studio, while operating the display screen, the host turned his head to the camera and said:

"Dear viewers, what you just saw is a sudden walking activity in Tangcheng. We don't know what caused this activity for the time being, but..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his arms to hold the corners of the screen, and then pressed his arms toward the middle. In one fell swoop, the entire nine-square screen was reduced to a small window.

Then, the host moved the small window to the lower right corner and pushed his figure to the side, revealing the entire screen.

There are dozens or hundreds of small windows above.

Each small window is a nine-square grid. If you look closely, each nine-square grid is an aerial photo of a certain city. Inside, there is a walking crowd composed of tens of thousands of people.

A rough calculation shows that there are tens of millions of people participating in sa walks in all cities.

"Uh...this?" Expert Liu who was not far away was stunned and said, "This has never seen such a large-scale walking event in history."

"Yes." The host nodded, then looked at the camera and said seriously, "According to statistics, there are currently 105 cities in Daxia with at least 10,000 people walking at the same time, and some large cities even have 100,000 people walking. We have reason to believe..."

"...We have reason to believe that His Majesty the Emperor will definitely respond to the voice of the people of Great Xia."

In a very spacious but elegant tea room, several old men in ancient robes were slowly drinking tea.

One of the tall and thin old men said leisurely:

"It can be seen from the fact that His Majesty possesses tremendous power but has never abused it, that His Majesty is a very powerful figure --\u003e\u003e

The benevolent emperor. "

"Yes." A noble old woman smiled kindly, "According to the analysis of the Federation think tank, apart from the killings committed by His Majesty in foreign countries, the number of people actually killed by His Majesty since he showed his ability is not many, not even as many as the death toll of a local war."

"Well." A bald old man slowly poured tea, "Although the seventeen psychological models of His Majesty are very different, there is no way to generate a model that can cover all, but these models have one thing in common - His Majesty cares a lot about the Great Xia Empire and the people of the empire."

"This is a very strange thing." An old man with a long beard shook his head in confusion, "From ancient times to the present, there are many people who have surpassed ordinary people in body and soul, All of them are cold-hearted, disregarding ethics of good and evil, and will not be bound by so-called love, friendship, family affection, or clan affection. But your majesty may be too young. Even though his power is far beyond imagination, he still has a strong sense of belonging to [people] in his heart, especially the concept of [Daxia people]. He also has a strong sense of belonging, and perhaps your majesty himself is not aware of it. "

"Alas~" the elegant old woman smiled kindly, "So your majesty needs us old guys to work hard. Your majesty's original intention is good. He wants to take back power and develop Daxia more vigorously. It's just that his temper is a bit impatient. In fact, according to the current international situation, even if we do nothing, the countries will still gradually submit to Daxia. , there is no need to rush. "

She looked at the middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes standing respectfully beside her, and asked in a gentle voice: "Xiao Wu, has the industrial protest production activity started?"

Xiao Wu said respectfully: "Yes, a total of 950,000 large and medium-sized factories and 12 million craftsmen in Daxia have launched protest production activities in various cities five minutes ago."

"Good!" The tall and thin old man laughed, "It is not enough to control and govern the country by force alone. Commerce, industry, and finance are all pillars of the country. Even if your majesty is as strong as a god, you must have enough [hands] to sort out these big and small complicated affairs, otherwise your majesty will be annoyed even if he is not tired. "

"And [ Hand】It is necessary to lure them with benefits and feed them with benefits. "The old man with a long beard shook his head and said, "Such complicated and trivial matters will be handled by our Business Federation. Your Majesty just needs to continue to be a god. As for the affairs of the world, they will be handled by humans."

"That's right." The old lady smiled kindly, "Alas, when I think of your majesty's age being the same as my long-dead grandson, I sob... I think he is as lovely as my grandson."

She couldn't help but stroke her face with her hand and sobbed, "Your Majesty, such a young and tender child... How can you carry such a burden on your shoulders? It's so tiring. Your Majesty, just enjoy your peaceful days in the palace, and let us old guys do these hard work."

Bang! !

A wall of the tea room suddenly exploded, and several old men and women were frightened and hurriedly stood up and stepped back. The middle-aged man surnamed Wu was serious and protected several old people. His whole body aura surged and released an aura beyond the indestructible Vajra.

Pah~ Pah~ Pah~

A muscular young man with a red broadsword on his shoulder slowly walked out of the broken hole in the wall.

The young man had a rebellious face and scarlet eyes, and his body was full of murderous aura, hissing like a blood-colored snake.

It was Song Di.

He tilted his head and looked at the elegant old lady who was still in shock a few dozen meters away. He drew a half-circle arc from his shoulder and pointed it directly at her, sneering:

"Old cousin, ten miles away, I heard you talking nonsense there and asked my master to be your grandson?! Hehe, you are really tired of living and I have to find someone to send you to the cemetery!"

After saying that, his face turned cold, and the broadsword was not drawn, but the substantial murderous aura emanating from his body condensed into hundreds of blades and shot at the old men and women in front of him with horrified expressions.

"Don't..."

The middle-aged man surnamed Wu was horrified and wanted to stop him, but it was too late. He was chopped into pieces by the blood-colored sword energy storm along with the old men and women who were screaming and looking desperate, and they were blown into piles of blood and flesh.

The sword energy storm did not stop after strangling the high-level officials of the Great Xia Business Federation, but continued to bombard the far wall of the teahouse.

Bang!

The blood-colored dragon smashed the thick wall of the teahouse and enveloped the outdoor manor in the sword energy storm.

Song Di did not make a move at all, but destroyed a vast suburban manor with his own murderous aura.

In the distant capital of God.

The Guangyang Palace next to the outer wall of the imperial palace was still kneeling and begging Mu Cang to appear.

Kneeling for several hours has made these nobles who are usually pampered complain.

There are even many people who have begun to back down in their hearts.

But at this moment, the gate of the outer wall of the imperial palace opened.

A tall and cool girl with blue twin ponytails walked out in her leather boots, chewing a lollipop.