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Chapter 809 Free Dollar Banknote America, Harley the Servant of God

Looking at the neon-like figure in front of him, and the scene of Tokyo's cool shooting scene, Harley fell into intense discomfort and shock.

"That's the Statue of Liberty, right? I feel free." She seemed to be chewing moldy dry buns. "It's not a law, but it's like a law. The divinity is close to the law's 'free will', which is probably a middle-level belief." god."

Draw a "War God's power" from the Arkham God of War radiance, raise your hand and press it forward, the power spreads like a wave, and those American people who look like bloodthirsty ants surrounded by honey screamed and fell down On the ground, there was only a goddess with disheveled robes lying on the grass, crying.

"Oumaika, what happened?" The caravan leader, with weak legs, knelt on the grass and yelled out of composure, "Why is the Statue of Liberty being, being, being..."

Even if what happened at the scene is in front of his eyes, the goddess is lying there, and the thugs are beside him, he still can't believe it, let alone say that word.

"Who are you?" A fat old white man struggled and shouted.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

"I'm Congressman Lucia Wayne from Gotham, let me go!" the old white man said proudly.

Harry was taken aback, "Wayne family?"

"That's right, Gotham Wayne!" the old white man said with pride.

The leader of the caravan said: "This dead ghost is lying. I don't know if there is a 'Lucia' in the Wayne family, but in the past hundred years, there has never been a member of Wayne."

"He's not lying, he's Councilor Wayne from Gotham, Nigerou, who are you? What have you done to us? I'm Admiral Temien, let me go!" shouted the strong black man on the other side.

Yebi whispered: "This Wayne may come from other parallel universes, or it may be a collateral."

"Is this goddess really a believer in the Statue of Liberty?" Harry asked.

Yebi raised his dog's eyes and looked at the weeping goddess for a while, then sighed: "There is indeed a divinity of 'freedom' in that goddess, which is very strong and highly recognizable. It should be the Statue of Liberty."

"But I remember, the Statue of Liberty was incorporated into the Neon Gods." Harry asked doubtfully.

Yebigou's eyes shone with golden light, and after a moment of careful perception, he said: "The Neon Man is collecting the Statue of Liberty, and this Statue of Liberty should be the incarnation of 'Freedom in America' in 'Freedom, Democracy, and Equality'."

Halle kicked Congressman Wayne and asked, "Why do you want to strengthen the 'foundation' of your country?"

When she said this, she herself felt a little weird.

However, the characters and events that appeared on the scene were already too weird, and her words were nothing.

"She deserves it, she's a crotch," cried Fat Wayne.

"What did she do?"

"She is 'freedom', freedom, whore in the word! Anyone can use it, if you have power, you can give orders to it, what you say, it is what you say, what you say, it does , This scumbag!" Fat Wayne danced excitedly.

"Ooooh! Am I in a dream? Everything in front of me is illogical and insane. I must be in a dream. I'm having a nightmare."

The leader of the caravan looked confused and shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to regain his "saneness" and escape from this strange world.

Harry was thoughtful, and his heart, which was agitated and angry when he saw the round sword, gradually calmed down.

The biggest difference between believing in a god and becoming a god by a mage's practice is that believing in a god relies on a certain concept.

The United States in front of me is weird and absurd, like a distorted fantasy world.

But it is a divine domain formed by the power of faith.

It is equivalent to the belief in God in the concept of the United States.

The identity of the United States is its essence, its actual manifestation.

For example, Uncle Sam is the embodiment of American patriotism, so its appearance is "Uncle Sam with the Stars and Stripes Top Hat". It has traditional American virtues such as honesty, reliability, hard work, and patriotism.

What is the concept, what is the belief in God.

The concept of this kingdom of God is "the country of America", so it is very American.

What is distorted is not it, but the magical America in reality.

The patriotic sentiment of Americans includes various good qualities, and the character of Uncle Sam is the actual display of these virtues.

The magic of the United States, the "God of the United States" looks a little distorted.

"There are so many wonders in the world! Even countries can form a 'God of Faith' similar to the belief in gods.

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Harry could only express such emotion.

Uh, she didn't know that Gotham, where she lived for more than ten years, also had an incarnation of faith.

So does Los Angeles.

In short, this is a bizarre and absurd world.

"Harry, what are you talking about. This is hell, and the people here are all crazy and mentally ill." The caravan leader shouted.

Harry sighed softly: "This is the real America after tearing off the veil of gorgeous lies."

"Help me, save me," the Statue of Liberty begged in a low voice.

"You put on your clothes. Well, Jebby, you clean up her body before you come to see me." Harry said.

Half an hour later, Jebi led the Statue of Liberty who was washing the dirt by the small lake to her.

The tall and slender beauty with chestnut curly hair, although she has encountered those dirty things, she doesn't look weak, she looks a bit like Diana, with a healthy beauty.

Wearing a light green Greek robe, wearing a silver pointed crown, holding a book in his left hand - "Magna Carta", and holding a flickering torch in his right hand.

A living Statue of Liberty.

"Facing her, I feel a little strange." The horse gang leader struggled.

Halle felt the same way.

"What's the matter with you? You are a majestic god, and your divine power is not weak. Why are you defiled by mortals?" She asked.

"I am the 'freedom' of the Americans. I cannot resist the Americans. This is the rule."

Although the Statue of Liberty is sad, her big eyes are still shining with the brilliance of "freedom".

Uh, not an exaggeration, nor an illusion.

This is the characteristic of conceptualized belief in God.

"Originally, I was on Liberty Island, and they all respected me and regarded me as a goddess, until one day, a big man in Washington dragged me to the city and insulted me in the grove.

At that time, he was still a little scared, shouting 'Jesus' and 'God forgive me'.

But after one time, big shots often treat me like that, they scold my cousin.

Afterwards, even if it wasn’t a big shot in the White House, ordinary American big shots lost their respect for me. When they saw the big shots doing whatever they wanted to me, they would join the violent crowd after they left and scold me as a prostitute.

Then more people came, and this kind of thing happened more frequently.

Only ordinary people respect me, love me, trust me, let 'freedom'...let me survive. "

"Jesus!" The horse gang leader began to hold his head and groaned again, "This is not scientific, not materialistic, do we exist in the mind of an expert who criticizes the great American spirit?
The people and things in front of us are all his thoughts?

Through these symbolic scenes and deeds, explain to us his thoughts of slandering the American spirit? "

Harry glanced at him in surprise, and said, "Mr. President, being able to say such a thing proves that you are very clear-headed and understand the current state very well."

"I don't want to understand. I feel bad and need a psychiatrist." The horse leader shook his head with a bitter face.

Harry smiled and said, "It's okay, let Uncle Sam take you around its kingdom of God later.

Or, as you say, put your soul into Uncle Sam's brain and talk directly to his mind.

Guaranteed to turn you back into a pure American spiritual believer. "

The leader of the horse gang continued to shake his head, looked at the Statue of Liberty and said, "If you are 'Liberty', then what about other existences like you? Are there any?"

The Statue of Liberty lamented: "There are many more, such as democracy, equality, justice, decency, kindness, innocence, and kindness. They have all been humiliated, abused, trampled, tortured, and finally died of weakness."

The black-faced leader of the horse gang jumped a few times, and said angrily: "You are lying! I have been in power for seven years, defeated the Kryptonians, regained dignity and freedom from the Green Lantern Corps, and shouted 'Long live life! Justice Lives Always', Crisis on Infinite Earths, We Unite the Universe.
Even if it doesn't make America the greatest, at least it won't decline to the point where justice is dead and kindness is no longer there. "

"Ahem, Mr. President, this is indeed the 'US country', but not all of the US country. It was born in the White House!" Harry reminded.

"What do you mean? The White House trampled on freedom and killed justice and goodness?" The horse gang leader said displeasedly: "Harry, do you know how I am? Am I so unbearable?"

"The fact is, if hell hadn't been emptied and a large number of undead appeared in the world, frantically crowding into the White House, we wouldn't even know there was a 'Hell America' under the White House." Halle sighed.

The leader of the horse gang looked even more ugly, "Is it possible that it was affected by the restart? The five universes merged into one, and the other four countries of the United States did too many nasty things, which lowered the overall level of the 'United States'."

"Maybe," Harry asked the Statue of Liberty, "are there any other gods nearby besides you?"

"I only know one."

"Who?"

"Bills!" The Statue of Liberty had a solemn expression, and the light of freedom in her eyes was covered by fear.

"The dollar bills have also become gods?!" The caravan leader began to groan again while holding his head.

Harry was also taken aback, and asked, "Where is it?"

"Its home is there," said the Statue of Liberty, pointing in the direction of Wall Street, and then to the south, "but it often resides in Washington."

"Go and see. We have to go to Washington anyway, and get out of the White House." Harry made a decision immediately.

"Please take me and take me away," begged the Statue of Liberty.

"Are you free to leave?" the horse gang leader asked doubtfully.

The Statue of Liberty looked at Harry and said, "I don't know what to do, but in you, I see the hope of 'freedom'."

Harry said in surprise, "Your vision is quite accurate."

"I am 'Free'."

Harry thought for a while, and said: "The easiest way is that you pledge your allegiance to me and become the grass-head god of Heaven Mountain, and use the power of Heaven to cut off your bond with this 'Hell America'.

You are not 'Liberty', you are actually 'Liberty', so, back on Earth, I will set you free. "

"I would like to pledge my allegiance to you, Lord God." The Statue of Liberty saluted respectfully with joy on her face.

The head of the horse gang frowned slightly, feeling an indescribable boredom in his heart.

The symbol of the spirit of the United States - freedom, has been sold as a servant.

This world is a partial projection of the real United States, representing the dark side of the United States.

Time and space are different from the material world, and after a certain distortion, everything here is reduced to a symbol.

They walked along the road for only ten minutes to Philadelphia, and after a few more minutes, Washington appeared in front of them.

Harley thought it would be very difficult to find 'dollar bills', but as soon as he approached the National Mall in Washington, he saw dollar bills being slaughtered.

The densely packed hundred-yuan bills flew in the sky like a swarm of bees, shooting knife-like bills at the tycoons and politicians who were grilling human flesh below.

"Ahhh, fuck the dollar bills, get the hell out!" Some generals fought with them with guns and knives, and were brutally mutilated.

"Christ is above, Jesus, ah!" The businessman and politician in a gorgeous dress, seeing the dollar bills falling like a rain of flying knives, collapsed on the ground and begged God to show his spirit.

It's a pity that God didn't want to take care of them. They were brutally killed by the beautiful knife who was chasing after them in the past.

"Hahahaha." Contrary to the misery of the Statue of Liberty, the dollar bill is powerful, laughing wantonly, and singing triumphantly.

(End of this chapter)