What is the glory of communism?

Before contact, every Draenei had a faint expectation in his heart for this power that had just been born. In their fantasy, this power should be powerful because of the endless charm it showed when it was born; this power should be sacred, because it evokes the originally forgotten passion in everyone's heart.

But after contacting her, no one could have imagined that this kind of power, she was so ordinary!

Yes, that's right, it's ordinary! The ordinary one is like boiled water everywhere, the ordinary one is incredible.

It was obvious that she was so earth-shaking when she appeared, and the light she shone was so touching. How could she be ordinary? How could she be ordinary?

Disappointment inevitably arose from the bottom of his heart. Every Draenei person who came into contact with him was expecting and returned disappointed. Some people were ridiculous of the ambition they had developed not long ago; some people secretly laughed at the fact that this power was invisible; some people were silent and were taken away from her in absent mind.

In just a few days, this newly established communist sanctuary changed from the bustling at the beginning to the current lack of doors. The esoteric priests who had changed their sects had no expression at all, and it seemed that they had not shown too much expectations from the beginning.

This situation continued until the end of the Bishop's Council. On this ordinary day, the two warriors standing at the door of the sanctuary were accustomed to standing solemnly and silently guarding the safety of the sanctuary, a chaotic sound of footsteps sounded from afar.

The soldiers did not take this matter seriously at first. They thought it was just a passerby, but the footsteps were unexpectedly approaching, which made the two soldiers feel curious.

Through the corner of your eyes, the two of them finally saw clearly who was the person who came was shocked. Then they subconsciously straightened their bodies, looked straight ahead with their eyes, put their five fingers together with their right hand, stretched their palms and moved them down to the temple.

The master of the footsteps stopped. He carefully looked at the warrior whose face turned red with excitement. Then he smiled inexplicably, made the same return gift, and led a group of people into the sanctuary with excited worship eyes.

The structure inside the sanctuary is surprisingly simple, and there is nothing extra except for the clean and neatly arranged seats.

The only thing that is noticeable throughout the sanctuary is the top of the rostrum, where a red flag with a crossed sickle and hammer is tightly attached to the wall to the right, and to the left of the flag, a half-body portrait of Viren with exactly the same size stands quietly there.

Everyone who saw the portrait was stunned for a moment, then looked at each other silently, and then subconsciously glanced at the back in front. Finally, a group of people moved their eyes to the portrait on the wall again. This time, they looked at it carefully and seriously.

To be honest, if you dig out some strange factors, the portrait on the wall is actually quite ornamental. In the portrait, Viren's forehead is shining with a red sickle hammer pattern, and the corners of his mouth are gently drooping, which makes the whole person more natural and a little serious. His eyes stare into the distance, and his vivid pupils contain various emotions. Some people read seriousness, some people see tolerance, and some people see the flash of hope...

There is no doubt that this bust of Viren was written by a master. Although Viren in the whole portrait is somewhat different from the image you see on weekdays, it is relatively more vivid and more in line with the image of a great wise man in the hearts of the Draenei people.

But the question is, who thought of such a naked flattery? Everyone who came here couldn't help but think: Such a behavior without bottom line and without the moral integrity of the Delaney people, why didn't I think of it before?

This made the crowd feel envious and jealous, especially after they looked at the back of someone in front of them by chance. This envy was mixed with a trace of extreme emotions and kept churning in their hearts. Inexplicably, a group of people began to feel a little disliked about everything in this sanctuary.

"Great leader, your arrival has made us feel endless glory!"

As a pleasant sound rang out, Isana hurriedly walked from the other side of the sanctuary with four companions. She came straight to the leader, and saluted her five fingers with a serious expression on her face, and then said again: "Great leader, welcome to our sanctuary!"

Looking at Isana in front of him carefully, a trace of surprise flashed in Velen's eyes. At this moment, Isana was neither wearing a sacrificial robe nor the most common ethnic costumes of the Delaney people, but was very strangely wearing a green military uniform.

If Villen remembers the memory in his mind correctly, this should be the military uniform of the rabbit ‘07’? But what is this? The People’s Liberation Army of the different world version of the magic? Also, how did the military uniform that originally made the lady heroic, come to the Delaney people, with the two horns on the top of their heads and the tail behind them, look a bit like a little?

Thinking of this, Viren suddenly burst into a new question. He looked at Isanna weirdly, and he seemed to be unconscious: I only wrote some red thought books at the beginning? If you said that you had learned the red power from it, Virenxin, but what the hell is this military uniform? There is no need to understand the red power, and you will also understand the matching clothes? This is not scientific at all, let alone magic!

It seemed that Villen's question was more likely to be due to the curious and puzzled eyes of others. Isana smiled and explained: "Great leaders, dear people, our communist sanctuary has been established now. In order to distinguish from the past, the comrades strongly demanded that we wear our own clothes, and the outfit I am wearing was just made not long ago.

You may be a little uncomfortable with the style of this clothing, because it is the style of another world, which I realized in the glory of great communism.”

Another world? A group of people who heard the explanation subconsciously nodded in an enlightenment. The blessing of unscientific magic in this world, theories and research on the multiverse have always been the mainstream of this world. As the once glorious Delaney people, they certainly have had some in-depth understanding.

But everyone's sudden realization could not resolve Velen's doubts. At this moment, he became even more curious and put the throbbing caused by the words he had just heard of after cooking. Velen was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked in a language that no one had heard of: "Davarishi?"

Isana blinked in confusion, and when she saw this scene, Weiren asked again in Chinese: "Thank you for your hard work, comrades!"

Isana was confused. She couldn't figure out what Veron was doing. Why did she suddenly say something that no one could understand? Speaking of which, was that a new language just now? A language that no one could do except the great leader?

So amazing! The great leader is worthy of being a great man who will lead the suffering lives of the world. His ambition, his wisdom, and his knowledge are enough to make all those who consider themselves justice feel ashamed!

Seeing that he suddenly became a little excited, his eyes flashed with a light called worship, Villen was a little confused, but he figured it out a little, as if these Delaneys had learned the glory of communism from those red books, they also realized some other strange things.

But it seems that these Delaney people did not receive any other knowledge except for a specific range of content, which made Viren feel regretful.

Shaking his head and throwing those messy thoughts aside, Villen asked, "Isana, I led everyone here today for a particularly important thing, about the essence and characteristics of the glorious power of communism, you need to answer it yourself."

After nodding gently, Isana said, "I have understood the purpose of your coming. This is a mistake in our work. Originally, we should have reported these to the Bishop's Council. Now, I have troubled the great leader and you to come and ask in person. Please allow me to sincerely apologize to you on behalf of all members of the entire communist sanctuary."

Isana, who bowed deeply, opened her body and stretched out her right hand and pointed at her: "Please come with me, and I will lead you to a suitable room. Where, we will fully and in detail show you the true essence of the glorious power of great communism to you!"

Isana's words more or less attracted a group of people to the side of their eyes. They keenly realized what was wrong in the words just now. What is the true essence? Could it be that this power is not its true essence at present? What is going on?

Is it because someone hides maliciously, or is this power itself possesses a disguise that cannot be seen through? Several people who thought of this frowned involuntarily.

Following Isana's footsteps, a group of people went around the sanctuary. At first, they were interested in looking around and whispering to the pictorials posted on the walls along the way. However, as time passed, even the stupid people realized something was wrong.

It has been a long time since they entered the interior of the sanctuary, and the road in front of them still seems to be unable to see the end. This makes a group of people secretly say that the sanctuary looks only the size of two houses, but who would have thought that there was such a huge space inside.

Just as a group of people were thinking about it, Isana, who was walking in the front, suddenly stopped. She turned around and pointed to a very ordinary door and said, "Okay, let's show it in this room!"

When they walked into the room, a group of people realized that the space inside was quite large. Although its layout looked a little simple, the decoration inside seemed quite grand. The most eye-catching thing was the soft light from the top of their heads.

After a group of people sat down, before Isanna spoke, someone in the crowd asked first: "Pastor Isanna, the place we are currently in the sanctuary should be still in the sanctuary, right? Why didn't I feel the fluctuations of space magic from it? Is there any secret here?"

Looking at the person who was talking, Isana lightly said, "Before I solve this question, I must first explain it." Looking at the people with doubts, she paused and continued, "I am no longer a sacred priest, I am a glorious communist fighter. Of course, thanks to all colleagues for their trust and support for me, I will now be the party branch secretary!"

Everyone who heard this looked at Isana in confusion, they did not understand what the party branch secretary had.

Seeing this, Isana smiled and said again: "I know you may not understand it very much. Simply put, I will temporarily command all the communist warriors in the sanctuary!"

Everyone nodded suddenly. The so-called party branch secretary is actually the same as the bishop, and they are both the controllers of a force. Thinking of this, everyone subconsciously curled their lips. It was obviously just a very simple title, and it was hard to describe themselves with such a strange name, which made people a little confused.

Ignoring the subconscious contempt in some people's eyes, Isana said again: "As for the problem Bishop Anderick just mentioned, he has guessed part of it correctly!"
Chapter completed!