Chapter 619： 625 Carry the Revolution to the End

Chapter 619 625 Carry the revolution to the end

The previous chapter was blocked... revising!

Modi coughed a few times, and his face was a little sick. Since he almost died last time and accidentally merged with the fire of the revolution, he has been sick and seems to have become the fuelwood of the fire of the revolution. The burning of its own vitality to supply the revolutionary fire.

In these few days, the fire of revolution is burning more vigorously.

Modi knows that this is the 'revolutionary fire' that he has spread before is burning.

As the saying goes, a single spark can start a prairie fire!

Before that, he spread a lot of revolutionary fire, this time the turmoil in the Lorenzo Kingdom, the bottom people rose up, and shouted the slogan: Overthrow the kingdom and establish a federation! At the same time, the five southwestern provinces of the Kingdom of Lorenzo declared independence and established a federal government, which were all revolutions.

After incorporating the revolutionary fire, Modi can clearly feel the state of the dozen or so revolutionary fires.

Four or five have been completely extinguished, and some are still dormant. There are two burning most fiercely. One of them is in the Kingdom of Lorenzo, which is undergoing a blood moon coup, and the other is in Void No. 43. world.

In the city of Trier there, a powerful child of the world, a 23-year-old natural disaster-level powerhouse, led the workers and peasants at the bottom of the society to overthrow the ruler of the void world and established a A brand new republic federal state!

This is the only revolutionary seed that Modi has spread so far.

However, after the success of the revolution, the Void World No. 43 did not appear in Modi's ideal, that kind of harmonious society, although it is a republic, oppression still exists, people are still unequal, and poverty and ignorance have not yet been eliminated. .

At the beginning, the land that was evenly distributed was re-gathered into the hands of a few people in a very short time...

Seeing all kinds of problems with his own eyes, Modi had doubts about himself for the first time. Every night in the dead of night, he leaned against the window and looked at the star-studded night sky. He couldn't help asking himself whether 'revolution' can really solve all problems?

Why are there still problems after the revolution? Why is there still inequality between the rich and the poor even though land and wealth are distributed equally? Why has a republic been established, and there are still highs and lows among people?

Modi fell into painful thinking, and sometimes even asked himself, if one day the revolution he imagined succeeded, would this also happen? If a similar situation occurs, is there a solution? Or...revolution is simply a wrong line?

Because both soul and body are fused with the fire of revolution, whenever Modi doubts the revolution, his soul will be burned by the fire of revolution, which is a punishment and warning for his unsteady revolutionary will .

The feeling of the fire burning the soul is heart-wrenching!

But Modi still thinks these things over and over again, with great pain.

Is the   revolution the ultimate solution to all evil and injustice in this world?

He is a true revolutionary, a man who pursues truth, not revolution for revolution's sake! His ideal is to build a world that is truly free from oppression and pain. This is his belief and his ideal!

Modi pondered, his hair was graying, his skin was interfering, his features were getting old...

The wounded body has never healed, and the body and soul are resisting and repelling the rules and regulations imposed on him by the fire of the revolution, which bound his mind. Although he merged with the fire of the revolution, he did not become a believer of the revolution, but to control the revolution. the fire!

For Modi, revolution is just a means, and the ultimate beautiful world is the real goal.

Until a few days later, Modi's body became weak, but his mind was clearer than ever. In front of him, a beating flame is burning, which contains all kinds of revolutionary true meanings, shining with the light of wisdom gathered by countless revolutionaries, symbolizing the future direction and hope of the world...

Modi endured countless pains, but his soul and mind were not eroded by the fire of revolution.

The weak Modi showed a knowing smile. He stretched out his hand to hold the flame of revolution, like dragging a blooming flower, and slowly incorporated it into his body again.

At this moment, he had an epiphany like a Buddha!

His eyes contained wisdom, and his will was unparalleled.

"I understand, the revolution is not wrong, it is the revolutionary people who are wrong! Their revolutionary will is not firm enough, their revolutionary purpose is not clear enough, and their revolutionary methods are not tough enough!" Modi slowly stood up from the ground and asked He walked outside the house where he was, and said to himself as he walked: "So...their revolution was not thorough enough, which caused all kinds of situations that should not have happened. Therefore, if we want to achieve a perfect world without oppression and pain, we must Carry the revolution to the end..."

As his voice faded away, Modi had already pushed the door and walked out.

Outside that door, there is a battlefield that is fighting fiercely.

This is the Void World No. 43. The revolutionary army with the red flag was besieged by the federal army who had won the fruits of the revolution. In the face of three times as many enemies and superior weapons, the revolutionary army was still beaten despite its high fighting spirit. It was losing ground, losing a lot of money, and crumbling.

The son of the world who led the revolution, a natural disaster-level powerhouse, was on the side of the Federal Army at this time.

He is still the valiant young hero, still handsome and powerful, but now wearing gorgeous clothes, he no longer represents the oppressed people, he has become a betrayal of the revolution, trying to become the new emperor, Learn from those seniors, step on the heads of the people, and continue to make a fortune.

In addition, under his command, those heroes who once fought **** battles for the victory of the revolution have now also come to the opposite side of the people. They will become new dukes and marquis, from the original victims to the new perpetrators.

Seeing that the last stubborn revolutionary army was about to be wiped out, but at this moment, in the middle of the battlefield, a crack in space suddenly opened, followed by a sick man walking out of the crack. , standing in the air, condescending, overlooking the audience.

There seems to be a kind of magic power in this person. After he appeared, everyone's eyes turned to him, and they even forgot that they were still fighting. For a while, it was eerily quiet, and it was not until the person coughed, that this kind of inconsistency was broken. Normal silence.

Modi didn't look at the others, he only looked at the young son of the world, some regret, some helpless, and some hatred for not being steel, and shook his head gently: "You should have done better, but unfortunately you ended up in the end. Abandoned the revolution..."

"Who are you!" The young child of the world looked up with an ugly face. Although the very weak man in a white hospital gown and sickly seemed harmless to humans and animals, he sensed danger.

Modi didn't answer, just shook his head again: "Since you have betrayed the revolution, you are no longer entitled to have it."

"What do you mean!" The young Son of Plane frowned, couldn't help roaring, and simply shot directly, and a powerful sword qi slammed into Modi.

Modi still stood there motionless, watching the hundreds of meters long sword qi attacking, he just raised his hand and grabbed it directly, as if he had caught the bubble, and cut off the sword. The powerful sword qi of a mountain was caught and extinguished.

The people present were instantly stunned, and whether it was the child of the world or others, they all showed incredible expressions.

Immediately, Modi waved his hand gently, and the young plane son screamed, and a red object that looked like some kind of plant seed flew out from his eyebrows. It was the one that Modi had spread to this place. Revolutionary Tinder of the Void World!

The young World Child covered his forehead, blood gushing out, and his strength was also rapidly declining. In a blink of an eye, he had fallen from the first natural disaster level to the legendary high level peak.

It turned out that the son of this world did not really step into the natural disaster grade, but obtained the natural disaster grade combat power with the help of this revolutionary fire.

Now that the revolutionary fire has been deprived, he immediately revealed his true identity, showing an unbelievable expression, staring at the calm Modi with a pair of eyes filled with resentment.

Immediately, Modi looked at the leader of the revolutionary army that was about to collapse.

It was a short, fat man with a face of pimples. In terms of personal image, this guy didn't look like a revolutionary leader.

With a flick of Modi's finger, the revolutionary fire suddenly flew into the fat man's body, which surprised him, and then his breath soared, from the ordinary Legendary Elementary to the peak of the Legendary Advanced, even higher than that A young child of the world, the current Federal Commander, the future Emperor of the Empire is stronger.

Humpty Dumpty looked at Modi blankly. He didn't know what was going on. He only subconsciously understood that he had lost his luck.

"Okay, I can only help you with this." Modi said lightly: "You are all admirable comrades, and then you have to blaze your own revolutionary path and firmly believe in your own beliefs. , don't give up lightly!"

While speaking, Modi began to retreat to the space-time crack behind him.

"Wait! Who are you?" The short fat man who got the revolutionary spark hurriedly asked the question in his heart.

"Me?" Modi hesitated slightly and replied with a smile: "I am the communicator of the revolution, you can call me a fire or a mentor. Comrades! In order to create a perfect world without suffering and oppression, I I sincerely hope that you will carry the revolution to the end!"

Just now, Modi just entered Void World No. 43 with his mind, and his body still stayed in the safe house of Void World No. 1.

At this time, his eyes were no longer confused, and he found the direction of the revolutionary road again. His gray hair turned black again, the wrinkles on his face disappeared, his injuries had healed, his strength became stronger, and the fire of revolution in his body was burning brightly. !

"Okay!" Modi smiled slightly: "After taking such a long rest, it's time to plan the next step..."

(end of this chapter)