"Ms. Isana, you mean that there is only one entrance and exit in quantum space? And about this entrance and exit, is it immovable?"

Isana nodded gently: "After the sanctuary was established, quantum space was born in this world, and there was only one constant entrance and exit. So, if you want to enter quantum space, you must enter the sanctuary and only after we agree to it!"

One of the bishops asked in confusion: "Ms. Isanna, is there no other way to enter?" Looking at the silent Isanna, the bishop continued: "If quantum space is really another void, then it will become crucial to our Delaney people. If possible, please tell us all that we know!"

Isana remained silent. The bishops who saw this scene looked at the leader of the new force in confusion. In their curious eyes, Isana finally felt embarrassed: "In fact, there is another way!"

"Oh? What is that?"

"Believe in great communism!" Isana, who made a decision, said frankly: "When becoming a firm communist warrior, the glory of light-communist will automatically give the space-time and space-time road mark. Through this spell, we can directly transmit it to quantum space!"

Isana's words made the bishops whisper. Listening to the constant buzzing sound in his ears, Veron suddenly felt impatient. He stood up from his seat and stepped out of the room in the bishops' surprise eyes.

The guards who heard the sound of the door opened subconsciously straightened their bodies. After seeing who the person was clearly seen from the corner of their eyes, they couldn't help but slow down their breathing. Veron, who noticed the guards' small movements, smiled gently, and then said to one of them: "Take me a tour here!"

Unexpectedly, the guard who heard this order was stunned, then nodded excitedly. With the envious eyes of his companions around him, he walked to the front with no means of helplessness: "Great leader, please come with me!"

Absent-mindedly looking at the brand new pictorial posted on the walls along the way, Veron, who was slowly moving forward suddenly stopped: "Guard, what's your name?"

"Menelayus!" The guards quickly replied: "The great leader, the former esoteric priest, Shadow Bishop, and the current communist political commissar, Menenelayus, reported to you!"

"Bissary?" Villen looked at the other party in surprise, and after careful examination, he said uncertainly: "Are you Menelais? The youngest bishop in the esoteric sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial s

Unexpectedly, Veron actually heard of his name, Menelyas couldn't help but crack his mouth, and then found that his attitude seemed a little disrespectful. He quickly put away his smile and nodded back and forth, "Yes, the great leader, that person is me."

No wonder Veren was surprised. This Menelais was not an ordinary person. Although he was young, he was very famous in the Delaney society.

When he was a child, Menelais was no different from other children, but when he entered the school, he became the "child of other people's family". For Menelais, all the knowledge taught by the academy was so simple. Whether it was the difficult magic spells or the cumbersome martial arts and combat skills, he could basically understand it at a glance. The skills that others took several days and months to master were amazing to him, and it was only a day or a half.

In this way, Menelais, who was named genius, began his journey of cheating. He graduated in one year by the basic education that ordinary Delaneys could only be completed in seven years; and it took him only two years to slowly master the reclassification education. In the end, Menelais' magic attracted Maradal's attention, and soon afterwards, he took this monster as his disciple.

That's right, Menelais is actually Niami's senior brother, and he was the first disciple of Maradal and the most troubled disciple. The reason for the headache is not because Menelais has a bad personality or because he likes to cause trouble. But after teaching for more than ten years, Maradal found that he had nothing to teach...

After several hairs turned white, Maradal directly threw Menelais into the Secretariat sacrificial group, which was called to exercise his hands-on ability. In this way, Menelais became a Secret sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial.

However, no one expected that Menelais made big news a few years later, and when he was eighty-six years old, he became a bishop of the Secretariat sacrificial sect.

What is the concept of 86 years old? This may be an old age for humans, but it is a bit too young for the Delaney people, which basically means that humans are still in junior high school. A student who is still in junior high school has become the real power management of a large military organization. Anyone who hears this news will think that there is absolutely a shady story. If it were not for the secret operation, such a fantasy thing might have happened!

But unfortunately, this is the fact that Menelais is indeed a bishop, and with Maradal's moral integrity, he can't even get the shady thing.

Of course, Viren had heard of his name for a young talent like Menelyas. Just as Viren was asking questions casually, footsteps came from behind him. Isana came from a distance and walked to Viren and said respectfully: "Great Leader."

"it's over?"

"It's over. I've answered the appropriate part of the bishops."

Hearing this, Villen asked curiously: "So, is there something inappropriate?"

Isana said calmly: "Great leader, some content is not suitable to tell everyone!"

...

This is a rather spacious room, and the layout of the room is equally simple and tidy. Like other rooms I've seen before, Viren's bust and party emblem are hanging high on the wall, and Viren sitting below does not seem to be embarrassed. Not far away from him, Isana stood there quietly.

Not long ago, the bishops who came to inquire under the banner of visit finally ended their visit and were sent out of quantum space one by one under Isana's arrangement. However, as the only organizer of the visit, Weiren unexpectedly stayed.

Although the bishops who left had their own guesses, as the highest leader of the Delaney people, Viren naturally did not need to explain what he wanted to do, and the bishops had to leave the quantum space with a lot of questions.

With his right finger gently tapping the table, Villen suddenly raised his head and said to the quiet Isana: "So, the second characteristic of communism's glory is not just about breaking falsehoods, but about eliminating demons?"

"Yes, great leader!"

Isana replied softly: "But we would rather call it 'revolution'!"

Revolution? This familiar word made Villen fall into distractedness. After a moment, he immediately recovered from his awakening. The corners of his mouth gently raised, and said lightly with three sarcastic sarcasm: "It's interesting, then Isana, who are you going to destroy? Is it me or the Bishop's Parliament?"

The murderous intent that was faintly revealed in Villen's words made Isana subconsciously shudder. Her eyes widened, and then immediately reacted and explained: "Great leader, you misunderstood. We will never betray our tribe members!"

"Are you sure?" Villen asked back: "Isana, I am not the bishops who did not understand anything before. I know no less about the great changes brought about by the color revolution and the core ideas of communism than you. I would even say that the things you know are far less clear than what I know!

Don’t forget, where are the thought books that guide you on this road come from!”

"Of course we won't forget!"

Isana lowered her head and said respectfully: "Great leader, you are our mentor, our guide, and our bright light for us to move forward! Under your guidance, the red flag world will surely be in the future, and we will liberate the whole world!"

"Stop!"

Isana's passionate words were interrupted by Villen at the beginning. Looking at Isana who was a little confused, Villen said a little impatiently: "Isana, maybe I should tell you that I don't like this exaggerated form and style very much. Also, don't mention such flattering words in front of me in the future!"

Looking at Villen with unswerving expressions, Isanna nodded in her heart. Seeing this, Villen continued: "I can understand your urgent mentality of longing for revolution and liberating all living things, but Isanna, I hope you remember one thing: I hate chaos, and even more disgusting chaos that is not planned. I don't care if you want a revolution, but one thing is that the social class of the Draenei cannot be too confused!"

"I understand," Isana nodded heavily: "No matter where we are, no matter how much ideological enlightenment we have gained, we will never forget that we are one of the Draenei people!"

Veren nodded without comment. To be honest, he did not think the other party could do it. This was not a worry or a random guess, but a basically foreseeable reality!

Isana, the lucky one, probably didn't understand how terrifying the impact of the red power on the world after the explosion! And the only thing that can be felt and clearly stated is Viren, because he had truly felt it in a certain world!

Think about why the hairy bear became the leader of the Warsaw Pact? Think about how the rabbit became the famous red flower double stick of Blue Star? Think about how they started from empty and empty, and how did they achieve their rise?

There are many answers, but the most fundamental and important point is that the two countries have broken the old system, abandoned all backward cultures, and completely transformed themselves from their minds to their bodies, which has completed the impossible rise in just a few decades.

In that most glorious era of Redism, it is not just a vernacular saying, but a true fact!

The most fascinating thing about this red power is that it makes you unconsciously attracted from the beginning, spiritually and spiritually. He is so beautiful that you can't help but want to understand, and He is so great that you want to integrate into it with your whole heart!

The Delaney people did have been brilliant before, but this glory only refers to their civilization, their crystal technology, not their thoughts, and their culture.

As a long-lived species, the social class of the Delaney people has long been solidified, and there has been basically no major changes in ten thousand years. What is more terrifying is their thoughts. To be honest, the Delaney people's thoughts are so rigid that they are incredible. They are like primitive creatures in prehistoric. No matter how the times develop, these guys still adhere to some old traditions that should have been abandoned long ago!

No one knows better than Viren, what kind of brilliant light will burst out when the mind breaks free from its shackles, and this is why Viren is still willing to support it after feeling the threat of communism.

Villen needed the sharp machete of Red Power to split the shackles of the Draenei people's thoughts! Although he had already started this plan a few years ago and was ready to slowly wipe out the bondage by relying on time, since now there are better tools, why should he continue to waste time and wait?

Of course, if this change that could only be completed in decades or even hundreds of years is to be completed within a few years, it can be foreseeable that the entire Delaney society will definitely be turbulent in the future, and various conspiracies and conflicts may occur one after another.

But what does this matter? Weiren thought lightly: what should come will come, and what should be eliminated will always be eliminated. For those old era residues that are destined to be abandoned, it is their destiny to disappear silently.

Just as Villen was thinking endlessly, Isana, who was standing beside him, wanted to speak but stopped. After hesitating for a long time, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes: "Great leader, we need your help. Only you can guide us in the direction of progress!"

After suddenly hearing this sentence, Weiren felt very surprised. He asked curiously: "Guide? What guidance?"

Unexpectedly, Isanna, who would hear this answer, was stunned. Her originally calm face suddenly became a little panicked. In Viren's curious eyes, Isanna, who came to her senses, could no longer maintain the proper manners. She hurriedly approached Viren and asked anxiously: "Great leader, aren't you here today to set the direction for us to move forward in the future?"

"Calculate the direction of progress?" Viren, who realized that there was something wrong with this, shook his head: "I am today; I am just a temporary idea here, and I have no other thoughts at all!"

After hearing this, Isana was in a mess. Before she could speak, Viren shook her head and continued, "In addition, Isana, how should it develop in the future? This is you, and it was decided by the followers behind you to discuss and decide. I can only give you some basic support!"

"No, it's not like this!" Isana shook her head in panic: "You are our leader, we need your..."

"I know!"

Villen interrupted Isana without hesitation, and waved his hand and said, "But I am also the leader of all the Draenei people! Isana, you must rely on yourself!"

"But this is different!"

Perhaps Viren's attitude frightened the little girl. She seemed a little anxious and at a loss. Finally, in Viren's interesting gaze, Isana clumsyly spoke a speech that shocked him: "Great leader, you are our General Secretary and the true leader of all communist fighters! Without your guidance and without your plan to move forward, we would not be able to take action at all!"

General...Secretary?

After hearing this, Weiren could no longer remain calm. He looked at Isana with a confused look on his face and asked in disbelief: "What did you say just now? What am I?"

"General Secretary?"

Isana answered for granted: "You are the founder of the proletariat, the founder of the great communism, and the red spokesperson appointed by the glorious power. You are our General Secretary. Any decision you make will determine the direction of our communist fighters!"
Chapter completed!