"We have repelled the largest beast tide since the founding of Hope City. This is a great time to publicize its record.

“It’s good to have heroes stepping forward, but we also need to let everyone see who is leading all this, right?

"Without councillors and a parliament, can Hope City really last that long? It's time to show some respect to those who have begun to ignore us.

"Don't worry, what kind of trouble can a yellow-haired guy cause? With us behind the scenes, he will just be the next Wencheng."

The next Wencheng.

This description seemed to touch the hearts of some of the congressmen present, making them recall their glorious past.

Yes, even the MPs themselves are not irreplaceable.

There were not all these members of parliament at the beginning. Sometimes there were more than ten people, and the division of power was changed many times before the relatively stable structure was formed today.

The councillors sometimes united and sometimes split, all trying their best to unify the top forces in Hope City.

At this time, Wen Cheng, who nominally controlled the army, was the loser in an open and secret struggle more than ten years ago.

At that time, the high-ranking officials of the city defense army only knew that they had an airborne leader, but they did not know that this person was actually a powerful person who was demoted to the mortal world.

Of course, the price of defeat is not as simple as being thrown off the tower and becoming a mortal.

As the true elites of the old era, the congressmen have all lost their memories of a certain period, but they can all be described as the best of the best, and their abilities are naturally unquestionable.

In order to maximize the guy's remaining energy but prevent him from making a comeback, the victorious congressmen passed a joint resolution to use "that thing" to erase Wencheng's memory, making him think that he was the commander trained by the parliament, an ordinary person with extraordinary command talent.

Because of this, Wencheng, who became a general, was extremely sincere and loyal to the parliament.

And every time the general came to report to his former colleagues in a servile manner, those under their hoods would have smiles almost reaching their ears.

That is the smile of a victor.

That's right.

There is nothing wrong with what Zhong Ding said.

As clever and cunning as Wencheng, as radical and brave as Vladimir, have now become history.

Even a noble congressman cannot escape the overt or covert strangulation of others, and if he is not careful he will die like a rat in the dark sewer. What can this yellow-haired guy who came from nowhere do?

As long as it is confirmed that he is the one who wants the parliament, the next step will be much easier.

No matter whether they are flattening them or making them run around in a hurry, the bottom line is that it is within the rules and they have no possibility of losing.

In the foreseeable future, there will be fewer and fewer parliamentarians, and power will become increasingly concentrated.

But this is not a reason for Huangmao to interfere - the most taboo thing when dividing the cake is to have too many people.

Zhong Ding's speech was tactful and provocative, making the members feel that everything was under control.

It has to be said that the biggest advantage of people who are good at smoothing things over is that they speak nicely. Being able to coax people with different tempers into understanding each other is also a kind of ability.

After a period of thought, Zhong Ding's oral proposal was passed unanimously.

Whether you have the intention to do so or not, it's always good to join in the fun.

After all, we have won such a difficult battle, can't we enjoy ourselves?

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Hope outside the city walls, battlefield.

Gray, green, pink, blue... the body fluids of various exotic beasts gathered in the depressions on the city wall, then flowed down the city through the gaps between bricks and concrete and the cracks on the city wall, and finally poured into the open-air drains and disappeared completely.

It was like a heavy rain of various body fluids. At this moment, the battlefield was filled with the smell of blood and the sickening sweet smell of insect body fluids.

The golden-haired man walked on the city wall, followed by countless followers.

Among them are soldiers and people with super powers.

Most of them were the lucky ones who were rescued from the mouths of strange beasts by Lin Qingliu. Some of them were injured and could not follow, so they could only silently pay their respects.

When the three fifth-level beasts died, the balance of victory began to tilt towards humans.

After hundreds of launches, "Wanjuan" finally summed up a better empirical formula, allowing the "Starfall" attack to cover every step formed by the insects day and night, leaving the alien beasts with no chance of turning over.

Finally, by the afternoon of the next day, after a full twenty-four hours of fierce fighting, the human side could finally declare that they had basically won the defense battle.

It is true that there are still small groups of strange beasts gathering under the city, using the most primitive climbing methods to harass and attack, but the fact that the earth outside the city has changed color has already declared the fact of victory.

The soldiers kept reloading their weapons and searching for possible survivors in the sea of blood and corpses, but most of the time they were just collecting the bodies.

Lin Qingliu continued to advance on the city wall, as if he wanted to memorize everything in his mind.

He was always indifferent to the questions from people behind him, and kept silent like a mature and steady mute.

People didn't know why he didn't speak, but gradually they shut up and stopped asking questions. His prestige did not decrease in the slightest.

Lin Qingliu was waiting for an answer at this time.

The congressmen wanted to control him, so why didn't he want to control them too?

From the moment the mycelial will decides to attack, the old, moderate plan dies, and only the more radical path remains.

Of course he knows that everything he does is under the eyes of the congressmen, but he has to do it because he is waiting for the congressmen to define him.

It is impossible to avoid talking about a person who has never appeared and directly influenced the war situation, otherwise the credibility will be lost.

Only by seeing clearly how the opponent attacks can you make a more powerful counterattack.

"Shh~"

There was a sound of decompression from the sealed cabin in front, and the lid of the heavy weapons operating room opened, and a young man with messy hair crawled out.

He was wearing a white coat stained with blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and his steps seemed a little unsteady.

The moment he stood outside the operating cabin, he subconsciously wanted to stretch, but he fell forward as if he suddenly lost strength.

Seeing this, the dozen or so soldiers waiting nearby immediately surrounded him and caught the young man with their bodies.

"Young man, you are awesome!"

A soldier shouted:

"We thought you were dead, but we didn't expect you to become more courageous as the battle progressed."

"Yes, yes, the blood on your body..."

The soldier raised his head and subconsciously looked into the operating room, and found that another weapon operator had been nailed to the operating position by a several-meter-long spike.