"Proletarian glory?"

Yin Shuang was surprised when she saw Wang Wu's divine power invincible to deal with the gray dragon.

It was not surprising that the principle of this power was also from the ancient times, Yinshuang was not unfamiliar with this red power, and what surprised her was that.

"Why can even people like you use Proletarian Glory?"

Wang Wu snorted: "Do you have any objections?"

Yinshuang said: "Proletarian Glory can eliminate exploitation, so its basic use condition should be that the user has no exploitation, right? And you..."

Wang Wuyi straightened his chest: "What's the problem? As a lone man, when did I exploit the working people?"

Yin Shuang was stunned, and then tried to recall it for a long time. She found that although Wang Wu often caused anger and resentment from the sky, he walked alone most of the time, neither wanted a servant nor a hired worker, had no sense of financial management, nor did he invest in partnership with others, and if he wanted to say exploitation... there was no exploitation.

Thinking of this, Yinshuang had to admit that in a sense, this guy seemed to be a model of the proletariat.

However, after thinking about it carefully, Yinshuang found another problem: "No, there is still a question here. How does your proletarian revolution theory explain God? Isn't this the greatest exploitation for thousands of believers?"

Wang Wu said: "A good question, but it is not difficult to answer - because I am not only a proletarian revolutionary, but also a great leader of the revolutionaries."

"……that's all?"

"If it's simply that, if you have to ask the bottom line, then the explanation will be a little more complicated. But you can rest assured that the logic of my kingdom of God itself is absolutely self-consistent."

Yinshuang smiled and said, "I wish to hear it carefully."

"As the same old remnants, you should also know the proletarian revolution theory of that era. Why did society eliminate exploitation? Because the existence of exploitation wastes human production capacity, and the development direction of human society is to continuously liberate productivity, so the more the system can reduce internal consumption, the stronger the vitality it has."

Yinshuang said: "But now your religious believers are giving you a lot of faith power instead of giving back to the church fully. Isn't this the greatest exploitation and waste?"

"Of course not. When it comes to waste, you must first have a clear understanding of the word. What is waste? Waste means spending resources on matters other than the purpose. For the civilizations of the ancient times, liberating productivity, developing productivity, and allowing all mankind to live a happy life were the purpose of this social existence, so the social system that satisfies the selfish desires of a few capitalists was eliminated. But now it is not the ancient times, and my church is not the ancient civilization... You should understand that since it is a church, then all existence is for God, and now I am sitting on the throne of God."

Wang Wu said, his face became extraordinary: "My church advocates the emancipation of productivity and the development of productivity, but the purpose of liberation and development is to better serve me. Therefore, even if I now spend all my savings in the entire convention, it does not violate my teachings."

Yin Shuang was dumbfounded, not expecting that Wang Wu's teachings were so shameless: "But you said that your strength is because your religious philosophy has surpassed human beings and reached the level of heaven and earth. So is it invincible to fight?"

Wang Wu smiled and said, "I am the heaven and earth, I am the sun, I am all things and everything, what's the problem?"

“…Damn.”

Wang Wu laughed: "How? Are you convinced? An exploiting class like you, who has been rich and wealthy since childhood, has to kneel in front of me, the great mentor and the revolutionary helmsman!"

"...I'm kneeling for you. I'm sincere."

"As the princess of the North, this is indeed a bit miserable, but I won't dislike you. Let's live a good life in the future and I will seriously transform you."

"……Thanks."

"You're welcome, this is what the revolutionaries should do."

Yinshuang was really powerless to complain, so she could only sigh, thinking that she would better kick him as soon as possible and find another good man to marry...

——

After destroying the gray dragon, the God of Darkness carefully slipped back from the bushes, as if nothing had happened before, and was still beside Wang Wu, but he no longer dared to be as unruly as he was at the beginning.

Wang Wu's proletarian glory shocked her so much. The proud former Mainland God had to admit that although Wang Wu's current strength is not as strong as her peak, just with this move, Wang Wu has the qualification to be on an equal footing with her.

When you reach the realm of gods, the total amount of divine power is actually far less important than the essence of divine power. Only when both sides are difficult to determine the level of the level, will the number be compared. Just now, the gray dragon is like a benchmark, and the dark divine power is obviously below the benchmark, but the proletarian glory is above it.

The proletarian revolution... is really that powerful?

The Dark God looked at Wang Wu curiously, and at the same time, he observed his dream kingdom with even more curiosity. What kind of structure is it to support the proletarian light so destiny?

Even the God of Darkness herself didn't notice that her elegant black dress was slightly waving with bloody textures.

——

With an extremely powerful theory and heart-to-heart conquering Yinshuang and the Dark God, Wang Wuyi took the lead in continuing to go south and deepen.

The death of the gray dragon had already sounded the alarm for the Chaos creatures in the southern swamp. The group encountered the interceptor before they walked for a long time.

It was an old man who hid his body and face in a gray robe and cloak.

"Ha, it's you."

The voice of his mouth was hoarse and stuffy, and his accent was very stiff.

"Your strength is amazing to be able to kill our companions, but this is the end of your invasion."

Although it is a common mouth cannon opening remark, Yinshuang is very keen to capture a word: "Aggression?"

The old man in gray chuckled and said, "Do you think the southern swamp is a homeless land and can walk at will? This is our home. When all of you regard the southern swamp as a garbage dump and deal with the exiles wantonly, we have established our own country here."

Wang Wu and Yin Shuang looked at each other - this secret is unprecedented!

"I don't know very well how long this country has existed - I have only lived for more than seven hundred years. But it is certain that the earliest group of founders came from the far north."

As he said that, the old man looked north with a rather longing gaze, and then slowly turned to Wang Wu and Yinshuang.

"This is our country, and we never allow you to come in. The moment you step into the swamp, it is invasion."

Wang Wuxiao: "I have been talking for so long, just to earn the righteousness of anti-aggression?"

The old man in gray also laughed: "Of course not, just to gain time and gather as many people as possible. The scene of eliminating the dragon clan is surprising, but no matter how powerful your divine light is..."

As I spoke, I heard a dense sound of flapping wings coming from the air.

In the distance, there were dense gray dots, which expanded rapidly after a moment.

It is clearly a series of gray dragons!

"The Dragon Clan...so many!" Yin Shuang gasped. As the peak existence of the fantasy species, the dragon clan is famous for its low reproduction rate. However, at this time there were at least hundreds of dragon clans appearing in their field of vision.

Wang Wu also frowned a little, stretched out his hand to release the productive light. The red light was bounded into a line and pointed directly at the gray dragon in the lead. The gray dragon immediately moaned painfully, but it did not burn like the gray dragon before. It just kept oozing gray plasma from the surface, but still struggled to fly, and it was even more ferocious after being injured!

"Tsk, there are those who don't eat my great proletarian glory!"

The old man in gray laughed: "Do you think there is really any divine power in this world that can restrain the Chaos Dragon Clan!?"

The next moment, more gray dragons appeared from the sky in all directions.

"Invaders, today is your death." The old man in gray shouted angrily and raised his hands suddenly. At the same time, a gray circular formation lit up under Wang Wu and Yinshuang's feet. The space around suddenly became disordered.

"Tsk, the space gate cannot be used anymore." Wang Wu tried to reach out and cut open the space, but the space turbulence stirred by the magic circle cut off his fingers.

Behind the crowd, the portal was deposed, and for a moment, Wang Wu and Yin Shuang seemed to be trapped in desperate situation. Wang Wu tried again to be proletarian, but had little effect.

Yinshuang calmly analyzed: "These gray dragons are much smaller than the previous one. If you guess correctly, they also belong to the bottom of society in the dragon clan and are also proletariat. Your proletarian brilliance does not have a restraining effect on them."

Wang Wu said: "But it is not ineffective. At least it can be injured by using light. This shows that the power of both sides is at least at the same level, which is enough. They seem to have forgotten that I am also a dignified dream builder at the realm level. It is easy to do some projections."

After saying that, Wang Wu began to create a dream projection, and a red phantom of the city gate tower behind him gradually became real. It was a city tower with a Penglai cultural style, with a large portrait of Wang Wu hanging on the main entrance.

The city gate opened, and millions of red-clothed warriors shouted loud slogans and rushed out. The soldiers held sickles in their left hand and war hammer in their right hand. A pair of wings turned from wheat ears flapped quickly behind them, driving them to fly into the air and bravely collided with the gray dragons!

The gray dragon has super physical strength that surpasses the ordinary dragon clan. However, these red-clothed warriors are not ordinary people. Although they are in human form and are less than one-tenth of the dragon clan, when the two sides approach, the sickle and hammers of the red-clothed warriors caused great damage to the dragon clan.

What's even more terrifying is that the red-clothed army is like a tide, and it is unafraid of death. The hundreds of grey dragons seem to be huge in scale, but they are quickly submerged in the red ocean.

Soon, the warriors in red were transferred back to the dream space by Wang Wu, and the sky was particularly clear at this time, and the gray dragon had no bones left.

Facing the shocked old man in gray, Wang Wu just said lightly: "The great proletarian army is invincible." (This site...com your support is my greatest motivation.)
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