Russian Underworld. The Palace of Hades, the lavish promenade of the holy white vault. Exquisite sculptures and paintings are placed on both sides. The light on the ground can be seen, and above it is a well-crafted vault relief.
On both sides of the vaulted corridor, there were rows of soldiers standing, wearing silver-white full-body armor and holding guns and swords. Mighty and solemn, like another row of sculptures. And right in the middle of the guard, Catherine the Great walked down the aisle with her skirt on.
Her face is a little thin, and the excessive seriousness at the moment makes the nasolabial folds slightly elongated. With reddish-brown hair and gorgeous clothes, she looks like a lady attending a funeral.
Actually pretty much the same.
The emissaries behind her didn't dare to breathe, and as Ekaterina pushed open the brown wooden door at the end of the corridor, the emissaries inside stood up and looked at the uninvited guest unexpectedly.
"What? Do you think I didn't know if I didn't inform me?" Ekaterina walked quickly to the top of the solid wood round table. The minister sitting in the first place immediately stepped aside. As a god of death, she was not in the mood to do the superficial work. Not even nodding to the other side. Instead, he took a deep breath, rested his elbows on the table, crossed under his nose, and swept across the audience like a falcon.
This is a luxurious hall with brilliant crystal chandeliers overhead, all lit up like golden stars.
There are various sculptures all around, and oil paintings hang on the walls. Everything is gilded - including fireplaces and chairs. It's as luxurious as a Medieval European show on TV.
"Peter the Great will be here soon." A cup of black tea was carefully placed in front of her, and she didn't even look at it. Instead, he looked at the ministers and said, "Before he comes, I want to know a question."
"How long has it been since Your Excellency Wuming Death was in the Underworld?"
No one answered.
"Do you think you can hide it!" She slapped the table suddenly: "Perhaps you can hide from your own members, but this king is the god of death! I can feel the absence of the nameless god of death! I stopped this king over and over again, and you think I am Are you here to seize power?! Stupid!"
"Any god of death is the core of a country! Only they can activate the creation-level artifact! Even if I seize power, how long can I sit?"
She and Peter are the only ones who dare to say these two outrageous words, seizing power, in this conference room.
A minister with a snow-white beard finally sighed and said, "It's been two months... This is a major event that has never happened in history."
"His word of mouth?"
The old man paused: "He said... The World Conference has important issues and cannot leave. And... It has been confirmed that the god of death, the ruler of the world, is there."
"The issue?" Ekaterina snorted coldly: "What issue is important to the underworld? What issue can make Your Excellency Nameless Death not answer the phone? Even the entourage can't receive it?"
All the ministers did not speak. After a long time, a slightly obese minister whispered: "What do you think?"
The answer has long been in his heart, but no one dared to say the answer. Because... it's too bizarre.
However, they didn't dare to say it, it didn't mean that the god of death didn't dare to say it.
"This is house arrest." Yekaterina's eyes were fiery, and she said faintly: "All the gods of death who dominate the island of Taiwan are under house arrest for some reason and by whom. We must solve this problem. Marshal Menshikov, please count them immediately. Yin soldier. And sent a notice to the underworld of China, and the underworld of Russia hopes that their ruler, the god of death, will return!"
Menshikov was a thin middle-aged man. He has a two-piece mustache and has a meticulous 82-part haircut. Hearing this, he paused, and after a few seconds he smiled bitterly: "Your Excellency..."
"I thought about this approach ten days ago, but then I investigated it."
His voice sank: "Currently... the 'Death God' weapon in the underworld of China has not been added to the list of forbidden arts non-proliferation. And... the talks seem to have ended... "
Ekaterina's hand holding up the black tea cup suddenly stopped. The nasolabial creases at the corners of his mouth trembled, then he put the cup on the table angrily, and squeezed out two words from his throat: "Damn..."
Boom... At this moment, the door opened gently, and a middle-aged Yin spirit in a neat suit walked over quickly. As if he didn't expect Yekaterina to be there, as soon as he entered the door, his bright leather shoes stopped. As if wanting to go back.
Yekaterina didn't lift her head, she snorted coldly: "Is there anything I can't hear? If this king remembers correctly, and the Lord of Death disappears for a month without any information, Peter the Great and I are qualified to serve as deputy prime ministers. All rights."
The middle-aged Yin Ling glanced at the other ministers in embarrassment. The old man sighed and waved his hand, and the middle-aged man immediately bowed like a pardon: "Your Excellencies! The Taiwan Island Conference Center requests a teleconference! Si Chang personally presides over it!"
At the same time, all the underworld, all national channels, all received the same message.
"Taiwan Island applies for a teleconference, hosted by the four permanent members?" Hongyue United, a minister looked at the secretary in front of him in amazement: "Are you sure?"
"Very sure!"
"When?"
"immediately!"
In the Celtic Underworld, in the underworld made of ice and snow, all the ministers have all taken their places, right in front of them. One side of the LED screen slowly fell down.
No, I don't know here. Thirty-three underworlds in the world, thirty-three screens in the highest meeting room at this moment, are all waiting for this epic moment.
Even people with a dull political sense can smell the heavy smell on the other side of the screen. In front of each screen, there are full of real senior officials of the local government. He stared solemnly at the dark screen.
One month of global domination Grim Reaper disappears like never before in history!
They don't know if it's house arrest, if not, then... I'm afraid a great change that has never happened in history... is coming.
The turbulent sea turned the tide, and the shocking waves crashed on the shore. The tide hasn't come yet, but the feeling of black clouds pressing down on the city has made it impossible for any emissary to say a word.
Just in front of everyone's eyes, a few seconds later, the screen of the highest meeting room in the world's underworld suddenly flashed. Then, a picture appeared on the screen.
It's playing in real time... All the evil eyes are looking at the screen carefully. The screen was shot down from the top of the staircase-shaped conference room. In the center is the location of the Four Constants, and below, dozens of gods of death around the world are vividly visible.
Qin Ye stood in front of the podium with San Chang behind him. He is battle-hardened, even though he knew that it was being broadcast in real time around the world, he did not have the slightest stage fright.
Open the bow without turning back the arrow.
Now that it has been decided, now... is the time to make it public!
Taiwan Island, Convention Center.
Facing the black camera behind him, Qin Ye solemnly raised his hand on the podium: "This king, the master of the underworld of China, King Qin Yan."
"Here, please witness the Dao of Heaven. All the following are true."
Before the screen, the eyes of all the yin poor fluctuated below. What's more, he even leaned forward while holding the armrest.
The Lord of the Underworld of China needs to ask Heavenly Dao to witness... The next thing... I am afraid it is bigger than I imagined!
"In this month, we have released a document that only the Si Changs have known for thousands of years." Qin Ye looked at the camera and said solemnly, "In the past, several meetings of dominance were held because of it. Now, it It is impossible to hide the threat of . In the last hundred years, we, together with all the underworld, have made a major decision."
He took a deep breath: "The agreement has been signed. It is an agreement of heaven. The local governments dominate the gods of death to keep the original. Here, this king solemnly announces..."
He paused and looked at the camera, as if looking at the hundreds of faces connected to the back through the camera.
"From now on, the 'Genesis Project' will be promoted."
"All underworlds cancel borders! Cancel visas! All underworld manpower, resources, technology, and culture are fully shared!"
Dead silence.
There was dead silence before the screen.
Every god of death, whether it’s Yekaterina who is staring at the screen with black tea in the Russian Underworld, or Yekaterina, who is staring at the screen in the Underworld of Russia, or in the Underworld of Celtic, with her mouth wide open and looking at it like a ghost Minister of Television. Or the five Nordic countries, the ministers who have been shaken like clay sculptures and woodcarvings.
At this moment, no one could say a word.
Too shocking, shocking beyond expectations. The shock made their minds go numb!
"This... how is this possible!!" After a few seconds, Ekaterina stood up suddenly, staring at the screen, her face full of disbelief: "This is impossible... How could this be? Sichang... So high above, they Are you willing to... willing to give up your position?!"
Yes, the global alliance, cancel all barriers, only the four permanent ones will suffer!
They went too high, too far. If we talk about world GDP, then they must be the ones that are averaged. When have you seen a person who is averaged, willing to lower his body again and have fun with the poor
"What?!" "I heard that right? This month... everyone is discussing this?!" "This... this is impossible, right? This is incredible!"
As if expecting a frenzy in front of the TV, Qin Ye paused for a full minute before continuing, "From now on, the underworld will be cancelled. In this world, before the final victory comes, there will only be eight major alliances left."
"That is, the Northern Alliance, the Southern Alliance, the Asian Alliance, the Central Alliance, the European Union, the African Union, the Southern New World Alliance, and the Northern New World Alliance. In the alliance, there is no underworld. The existing administrative mechanism is about to be cancelled."
Brush it!
As soon as the voice fell, all the evildoers in front of the screen stood up in surprise!
If we say, we still saw the 2012 flood just now. So now... is the meteorite that caused the extinction to hit the earth!
"How could it be?!" "Who brought it up? Why?! Why!" "Thousands of years of history, canceled in one sentence? The Four Changs are too overbearing?!" In the middle of the month, all the gods of death who ruled were held hostage by the Si Changs! Otherwise, such a stupid decision would not have been made!!"
In an instant, all the underworld exploded!