Since The Red Moon Appeared

"The final sacrifice begins..."

Also before Lu Xin and others left the nightmare of the gods, the **** designer who left the Tinder Building, after signing the most important document, took a car, all the way to the center of Tinder City, and entered a huge underground Protected place.

Here, the residents of Tinder City have built a huge underground base covering an area of ​​hundreds of acres without their knowledge.

There are the most advanced security systems, living facilities, computer control systems, resource reserves, and even entertainment and leisure areas. Nowadays, countless people have gathered, including Tinder seniors and their families, researchers, and the most direct line of troops.

When the **** designer came to a huge office in the underground shelter, he had already received the data from the Tinder Building, so he smiled and walked into the office full of big men in suits and shoes, and said:

"Good news, that crazy guy has disappeared, either he entered the nightmare of the gods, or was wiped out by the **** umbrella."

"So, we can safely carry out this final ceremony..."

"..."

At the conference table, a humane wearing the label of a senior security officer said: "There are still many intruders at large."

"It's ok."

The **** designer sat down in the middle seat and said, “Without a group of dragons without a leader, even those with the ability, in a big city with 30 million inhabitants, are just a small drop of water. No matter what they are. Whatever you want, you will be instantly submerged in this spiritual ocean. What we need to do is to make this ocean create a huge wave."

The entire circle of people around the conference table was silent, obviously not as optimistic as him.

"That's one city after all..."

"No, that's just the foundation of **** that we chose in advance..."

"..."

The **** designer smiled, took the remote control that had been placed in front of his seat, and lightly tapped it forward, saying: "Now, everywhere in the world, they have exhausted all means and want to know what we have built. Hell, where is it..."

"So now, why don't we show them directly?"

"..."

While talking, he turned on the remote control, and suddenly a whole wall of monitoring screen appeared on the opposite wall.

In terms of quantity, there are almost a hundred.

And he chose one at random, selected, and then confirmed, and the screen suddenly zoomed in.

…

…

In the picture, there is a huge square.

There were people around the square. They gathered from various street corners and crowded outside the red line that was pulled up around them.

Because there were so many people, they even squeezed into the surrounding intersections and occupied the shops next to them.

I don't know how many vehicles are honking their horns anxiously because they are unable to pass, but there is no way to deal with this kind of congestion.

Countless people's heads are moving under the light, like fish scales gathered in the sea.

At this moment, in the middle of the square, beside a podium covered with red cloth, there appeared a fat man wearing a suit and combed hair. He stepped on small steps and ran to the podium and took the microphone in his hand. Gently flexed his fingers.

"Tuk Tuk..."

"squeak…"

The harsh electric current came out of the big horn, piercing the eardrum, and the surrounding noise suddenly became much weaker.

"Everyone believe me, good evening..."

There was a smile on the fat man’s face, and he said loudly: "I am a missionary from the Western Diocese of the True Church. People who know me all call me Teacher Wang. Of course, you can also call me by my English name. Our code name in the world..."

A group of people around became excited, applauded warmly, and applauded. .

"Okay, okay..."

The fat man pressed his hand slightly to make the surroundings a little quiet, and suddenly increased his voice: "Now I want to know..."

"...How many devout believers in our Western Diocese have come here?"

"..."

The surrounding crowd was slightly depressed, and suddenly raised their voices again and shouted loudly.

The sound almost flooded the entire square.

"Okay, okay..."

The fat man nodded, then raised his voice suddenly, and said, "Those who don't come don't know that we each gave two catties of eggs today?"

"boom…"

Suddenly, there was a stronger applause from the surrounding area, completely flooding the entire square.

…

…

The madness in the surveillance picture formed a sharp contrast with the weird faces of the Tinder seniors in the meeting room.

A high-level executive coughed and whispered, "What the **** is this?"

"Can such an important matter be handed over to them?"

"..."

His voice was not loud, but he immediately aroused the sympathy of many people, nodding his head again and again.

The **** designer also heard it, turned around, smiled at the questioning person, and said: "This Car King is just one of the missionaries under the black box, and is also a candidate for the priests behind. His ability, In the internal materials released by the research institute, it is called the'Speech Department'. I think you will soon see such a thing, why should you give it to him."

While he was gently explaining, he saw that in the monitoring screen, the car king was already holding the microphone, walking back and forth on the podium, his emotions were very excited, and the fat on his face trembled. Large beads of sweat dripped from his cheeks.

"...The people who don't come, not only don't get the eggs, but they also expose their true colors."

"why?"

"Because we believe in our real hometown, not for these two catties of eggs!"

"We believe in our true hometown because we hate this hypocritical, hierarchical world full of fraud and numbness, because we firmly believe that one day, our true hometown will come and will change our status quo forever... "

"..."

Surrounded by the endless crowds of mountains whistling tsunamis.

If it were not for the loudspeaker with the highest power, and the loudspeaker covered the entire square, his voice would be drowned out.

In this turbulent momentum, the fat man became more and more excited, his eyes flushed faintly, almost protruding.

He squeezed his fist vigorously and beat it up and down.

It was as if beating a certain believer in the air, yelling: "Why didn't they come?"

"Because they don't believe that the real hometown will come, because they have no faith at all..."

"We have seen the teacher in our hometown with our own eyes. He turned a cup into an apple..."

"When the real hometown comes, we will all have the ability to turn the cup into an apple, and we will do everything we want..."

"But stupid people are always stupid..."

"You show him that the cup becomes an apple ten thousand times, but he still won't believe it."

"They can only enjoy the apple we transformed..."

"..."

He shouted loudly, making no secret of his anger, his hatred of the believers who hadn't come.

In the process of shouting with his throat, the emotions of the surrounding believers became more and more intense.

Excited and serious expressions appeared on their faces, and everyone felt as if they had a world on their shoulders.

His eyes are firm, and he has a deep sense of superiority when facing ignorant beings.

When the emotions around him became stronger and stronger, he suddenly shouted to the surroundings: "Do you believe that the real hometown will come?"

Countless people followed and shouted: "Believe..."

"Well, you believe it, and I believe it, this is why we are here..."

The car king shouted loudly, even his voice was a little torn: "They don't believe it, but I believe..."

"The real hometown will not only come, but it will come today!"

"..."

Countless people followed and shouted: "Today will come..."

The King of Chess suddenly turned his head and looked seriously at the fanatical believers around him, and then slowly, upright, kneeling on his knees, the microphone stuck to his mouth, and loudly said: "Then, let us be here together. Pray for the real hometown to come. We can do it as long as we believe it. We have the strongest belief. Anything that prevents the real hometown from coming is our enemy."

"Anyone who doesn't believe in the real hometown should be thrown into the fire and burned to death..."

"Anyone who hesitates will surely fall into a sea of ​​blood forever..."

"..."

Wow...

Countless people around knelt down one after another. If the spirit can be described as a vast ocean, then this vast ocean is being ignited by a kind of fanatical flame. Even if there are some disagreements, they are instantly assimilated, and they knelt down firmly. Red lights flashed in his eyes, following the fat man on the podium, shouting excitedly and frantically: "The real hometown will definitely come..."

"Sacrifice our hearts to the truth..."

"For this world, usher in the dawn..."

"..."

Around the square, there were shouts spreading out: "Sacrifice our hearts to the truth..."

"For this world, usher in the dawn..."

"..."

"..."

"Didi..."

In the eyes of the high-level people in the conference room, beside the monitoring screen, there was data from the monitor, which flashed red quickly.

The magnitude of mental radiation is rapidly approaching the index.

"see it?"

The **** designer smiled at them: "This is the ability of a speaker."

"This is also human vulnerability."

"Similarly, this is why we must build hell..."

"Because when people start to become so vulnerable, how can we not prepare for the impact?"

"..."

After a while, someone in the conference room whispered: "If, a little missionary has this ability."

"The other places..."

"..."

"Do not worry…"

The **** designer picked up the remote control again, selected several pictures in succession, and zoomed in on the screen side by side.

He smiled and said: "The major parishes of the real church, the fox temple, the day meeting, the six-faced Buddha, the free psychological consultation center, and the mystery investigation section, the special emergency force, the black box council, and the ones who have been enjoying our worship Abyssal creature..."

"They have all been dispatched..."