PNB Chapter 111 The Mandate of Heaven is Clear, So I'll Give You the Mandate of Heaven!
Chapter 111 The Mandate of Heaven is Clear, So I'll Give You the Mandate of Heaven!
Chapter 111 The Mandate of Heaven is Clear, So I'll Give You the Mandate of Heaven!
In the Kingdom of God.
Luo Huan sat cross-legged, with nothing under her buttocks, yet she was able to sit still.
One eye was fixed on the pink bead.
Here, have some~
After looking at it for a while, she reached out and pressed her index finger on the surface of the bead.
Inside the bead, scenes began to flash.
First, in Cuba, at Revolution Square, Lucien was spinning around, and the ground was covered with red bodies.
And her power was suddenly poured in.
But it only lasted for three seconds.
It wasn't Luo Huan who stopped it; the bead pushed itself out.
It's like a water pipe is blocked by something, so the water pressure can't go up.
Luo Huan withdrew her finger and pursed her lips.
"A bottleneck, huh?"
It's not a question, it's a statement.
It's alright, she had expected this.
After all, it's just a small country, and its influence on the world is not significant.
And it's not fun enough either~
Then I slid the bead to shift my gaze from Lucien to the Milk Dragon.
"It's come to this, Milk Dragon~"
She spoke, and her voice echoed in the divine realm, but without a reply, it vanished.
"I can smell that you've made your choice."
She paused, as if waiting for a response.
Of course, there was no response.
"Dare you take it a step further?"
The feet clad in white stockings lightly trod in the air, as if testing the ground's firmness.
Then I rubbed it again~
The ice cream is so sweet!
Then she reached out and gently stroked the surface of the pink beads with her fingers.
The movements were very gentle, like petting a kitten's back.
Inside the bead, the dragon's face was still there, with blond hair, blue eyes, taut skin, and an expression of suppressed excitement and calm.
"You're different from Lucien~"
Luo Huan said, her tone sounding like she was commenting on two dishes.
"Your desires — how fun!"
She paused, pressed her fingers on the beads, and then tapped them gently a few times.
"In that case, would you like to order one separately as well?"
She suddenly tilted her head, as if she had thought of something interesting.
The light in his eyes shone even brighter.
"After all, there are only so many actors, it's too boring~"
She chuckled softly.
So~
She raised her other hand, and together they pressed lightly on either side of the pink beads.
"Milk Dragon~"
"I'm giving you a golden opportunity, you'd better seize it!"
Washington, D.C., the White House, the Oval Office.
3 PM.
Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, cutting bright rectangles across the carpet.
Nailong stood behind the desk, dressed in a typical red scarf and suit, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
There was a person standing in front of him.
Wan Xinru.
"Have all the reporters arrived?"
Nailong asked, his eyes fixed on the cue card in his hand.
"arrive."
Wan Xinru answered, her voice steady.
"All 37 media outlets are new faces; their backgrounds have been checked, and there are no suspicious connections."
"Where's the equipment?"
"They had long guns and short cannons, but they were all positioned in the back."
"How far back?"
"About eight meters away from you."
Milk Dragon raised its head and smiled.
"What's the use of eight meters? You'll still be affected."
"But people always need a little bit of false security, right?"
Wan Xinru said, her tone unchanged.
Nailong nodded and tossed the teleprompter onto the table.
"Let's go."
He said that, then turned and walked toward the office door.
Wan Xinru followed suit.
The corridor was quiet, with only the sound of their footsteps.
As we approached the entrance to the press conference hall, two special agents in black suits pushed open the double doors.
Milk Dragon went inside.
Nailong looked at the reporters with a smile on his face.
The smile was perfect, the corners of the mouth turned up at just the right angle, and the eyes were squinted, but without obscuring the light in the pupils.
He spoke, his voice echoing through the room via microphone.
"The Lord's glory shines upon us!"
The first sentence is this one.
There was no preamble, no opening remarks.
The reporters listened quietly; no one asked questions or interrupted.
The Q&A session was cancelled.
This press conference only included speeches.
"Cuba————"
Milk Dragon paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire arena.
"This faithless, unbelieving nation deserves to die!"
He pronounced each word very clearly.
"It's the legendary Sodom!"
He raised one hand and pointed his finger at the ceiling.
The body also tensed up.
"We have now been struck by divine fire!"
Put your hand down and press it on the table.
"This is the Lord's will!"
The voice rises, but not shrill; it is a confident, steady high.
"This is the will of God!"
With a firm grip, it felt as if Cuba were held in one's hand.
He then withdrew his hand, stood up straight, and straightened his suit collar.
The movements were slow and deliberate.
Then he continued, "Now, as voters of the city upon a hill—"
"This unjust land will become a part of us!"
He smiled.
"This is a gift from the Lord, and a victory for us!"
He stopped after he finished speaking.
The office was completely silent.
There was only a slight buzzing sound from the camera.
The reporters stared at him, no one moved, no one took notes; everyone was processing the meaning of his words.
international law?
United Nations?
Diplomatic protest?
Risk of military conflict?
Nobody mentioned it.
Because the dragon's expression said it all.
He doesn't care.
Or rather, he hasn't cared since he took this position.
After he had followed the Lord's path and gained divine power through Lucien, he cared even less.
They are God's chosen people.
Everything is God's will.
Everything was permitted by the Lord!
He was very excited.
But it wasn't an outward excitement; it was an inward, suppressed excitement, hidden beneath the skin.
Like an accordion player, fingers move quickly across the keys, but the body remains steady, with only the fingertips trembling.
Nailong is now the one playing the accordion.
Fingers tapped lightly in the air, as if playing invisible piano keys.
He waited.
After the reporters have digested this.
Wait for the news to get out.
Wait until the world reacts.
Wait for those countries to issue condemnations, wait for those organizations to call for calm, wait for those experts to analyze the benefits.
But he knew it was all meaningless.
Because this is the will of God.
But God was on his side.
His smile deepened.
"God is blessing me! God bless America!"
Just then, a voice rang out.
It didn't come from my ears.
It came directly from my head.
It was very light and faint, like someone was speaking close to the ear, but not quite.
Voice has no gender, no age, no emotion.
It was just one sound.
"My will?"
The voice asked.
Milk Dragon's smile froze for a moment.
Only for a moment.
Then he heard the next sentence.
"Then let your destiny be revealed."
The sound disappeared.
It's as if it's never happened before.
Milk Dragon stood still, his hands still on the table, his body still leaning forward.
However, a few beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead at some point.
My family members were drenched in sweat.
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