Chapter 212 Threat and Counter Threat

Religious gatherings usually have a very solemn sense of ritual, and this place is no exception. On rainy nights, I saw the spire of the church and the blank curved decoration hanging high on the spire of the tower, and I had no awe in my heart. On such a rainy night, I looked at the building against the countless torches standing against the current, and looked at the solemn people waiting for me.

Those torches are soaked in precious water-dividing tar, and they will not be extinguished in heavy rainy weather, and they have a sense of excellence in this dark and rainy night. Unfortunately, in my opinion, these bluffing methods are just to show how unsure these people are.

I actually don't quite understand why the hardliners insist on taking action considering the consequences of provoking me. Even if they are a group of martyrs, there is always some reason to support them in doing so, right?

In fact, I have been unable to understand too many things. I always feel that many people's actions around me and around me seem extremely stupid, but they exude a strange and indescribable weirdness.

Stepping alone into the encirclement of the torches, my eyes swept across the rainy night. Almost every believer in black covered his face with his hood, and he did not look at me. In addition, the large cemetery placed at the entrance of the church made me look like I was walking into a world composed of zombies. A lifeless feeling lingers around me, forcing me to wonder who is more like the evil religion than these people and the religious alliance guys.

After I stepped into the church, the torches and crowds around me carefully took a few steps back, leaving a large blank area. I didn't look at these cautious church members, and pulled their necks at the church and shouted: "Cen Mengwu, a disciple of the Gurebasto, came out to visit me, who could speak human language, let me see it."

My neck-pulling sounded like a countryman entering the city, which attracted the church members holding torches on both sides to look at me. I guess who was the monster who was complaining about in my heart, and he dared to shout so loudly and impolitely.

"I'll give you ten seconds." I continued to shout, "If you don't get out and see me, I'll tear down this church."

The most powerful means in the world must include threats of violence. Before I could say this, the church’s mén opened. An old man with thin cheeks and a very slender figure came out.

This old man has a completely different temperament from Archbishop Sammy. His eyes emitted strange light and his skin was rough. He seemed to be in extreme fanatic at any time. I noticed that the old man had a slightly white root of his blonde hair, which proved that his hair had long been white, and his age was even more uncertain. The old man had a scarf on his body, wearing a black formal outfit with white stripes inlaid with red faces, and immediately walked over after seeing me.

"God disciples? The gods of my religion will never threaten the people of the gods."

"God also has majesty, and exercises authority when necessary." If I can't say that this man would be better than to kill him, "Do you want to test the majesty of the disciples of God?"

The old man's face sternly, his eyes narrowed with strange brilliance, looked at me head-on, and sneered: "Where is your news? Is that fat man who walks by lies and interests every day?"

The contradiction between the hardliners and moderates is far beyond my imagination, after all, this is knowledge that cannot be found in books. Of course, I do not hesitate to this: "It doesn't matter where the news comes from, what is important is whether you admit it?"

Since the conservatives are fundamentalist enthusiasts, they naturally do not want to lie. The thin-faced old man Yin snorted masqueradingly: "What do you admit? Of course I don't admit that you are my disciple."

I almost laughed out loud. This career will indeed change someone after working for a long time. Conservatives claim to not lie, but can bypass topics they don’t want to answer. It seems that the old guy is a tried-and-tested master and is as difficult as Archbishop Sammy.

Looking around the church members who lowered their heads and held torches, the rain was still pouring down. I gradually plucked up the divine power in my body, allowing the rain to slowly drip around my body, and shouted loudly: "If you do unrighteous actions, I have the responsibility to clear you for my God."

The power I exerted did not scare the old man with a long face. After all, many làng masters also have this level. These wonders are not uncommon in addition to ordinary life in the world. Conservatives highly valued the force, and many of their capable people are known for their martial arts level. My set of threats to force is certainly not shocking enough to this religious leader. I guess he has seen something more brutal and bloodier, and maybe it is his own customized plan.

"If I have no righteousness and reason, the authority in my hand will not be given by me." I looked at the man in front of me, and was still wondering whether he had more religion or more politics. For politicians, stability overwhelms everything, and for religious people, faith is higher than everything. If it were the former, I might have to spend more trouble this time.

"The power of the devil can walk in the world, but it will eventually be destroyed by injustice." The old man grinned and let out a yellow teeth, with a firmness that I could not guess in his voice, "If you want to do injustice, all our church members will look at you."

"The disciples of God only exercise his power on behalf of God." I still had a huge name on my mouth, and used divine power to separate the rain and slowly move forward. This scene seemed quite incredible to many believers, but I believe that many làng masters should do it.

"Are you going to destroy God's authority in the name of the disciples of God?" The old man saw me aggressively and shouted, "How can you forgive your sins?"

"The actions of the world are sin in your eyes, but only forgiveness in God's eyes." I shouted, "The greatest evil is that God's will is tampered with by you."

The divine power in my body rose to an unprecedented height, as if a beam of light could rush out toward the old man at any time. On such a rainy night, I stood among a group of black-clad scholars with dazzling light, but my mood was surprisingly calm.

Luàn in the capital these days finally made me realize one thing clearly, that is, nothing in this world is really important. If I really want to say the most important thing, it is a little concern between people. Only these favors and longings between each other will make me feel that living is still a good thing.

It is precisely because of this that I feel that nothing is important, such as the face of conservatives, the dignity of teachers, and the false feelings of coming and going. There are not many things in this world that are worth expressing their conjectures, and there are not many things worth circling around for them.

The old man who was refuted by me didn't expect that I would give him face so much. He was stunned for a moment and said in a strange tone: "As a disciple of the gods, you are actually colluding with people from the cult alliance. It is a very evil crime in itself."

"God has never said that His authority is unique in heaven." The religious books I have read are no longer so pitiful, and it is still easy to refute the old man. "You are false sinners who do evil things and put your name on God's name."

My answer actually didn't annoy the old man. He greeted me on a rainy night either for a fight or had another intention. At this point, I was very sure that the other party was also a person with more politics than religion. The old man with a not-so-simple mind would definitely not be fooled by Archbishop Sammy, and I took advantage of the opportunity to hijack Xiaoyu.

"Since you are so accusing, we should indeed reflect on it."

**, it was indeed the same as I thought. Before I could say a tougher word, the old man had already begun to retreat. What was going on?

"You are both a dual identity as a disciple of God and an honorary member of the Fathers Association. For the glory of my God and for the sake of walking on earth, we will not directly conflict with you."

The old man smiled smugly on his face, and he almost turned his mouth in an instant, which made me unexpected.

It seemed as if the thunderous fist hit the cotton huā, and I couldn't help but feel a little depressed. I planned to have a big fight with someone, but I didn't expect that the other party seemed to have already calculated my momentum. They just bluffed with me and then surrendered, and I really had no choice but to do anything to the other party.

I am not a real slap teacher, nor am I a member of the Public Security Bureau. Of course, I cannot slap people in the face without reason.

Seeing so many church members holding torches, I suddenly realized that this was not hostility, but an ancient welcoming ceremony. Although the church members were retreating, their overall formation had not changed, they had already stood in a very neat pattern - needless to say, of course, it was the earliest badge shape of the Gurebasto religion.

Seeing that religiously enthusiastic face turned into a calm face, I knew that these hardliners had actually regarded faith as a business. The idealism that was once described in books was defeated once the world and reality came into contact. How could they survive in this mud-filled world without a philanthropist?

Elsia sighed in my heart: "Human, I can't bear to watch it anymore. Go and find the person you want to meet."

I hesitated at the old man with a long face, but still felt that I would speak in the way I originally planned.

"I hate this way."

"Is that?" the old man's face remained unchanged, as if he had expected me to answer like this, "Do you like Sammy's way?"

I smiled, reached out and separated the rain in front of me, and used my divine power to form a ball-shaped space, looking at the hardliner's little leader.

"I don't like it either." I replied honestly, "but doing it better than you."

"What if I were to hurt your little ones now?" said the old man, "God will not blame us for punishing pagans."
Chapter completed!