The night is as dark as ink, and everything is gloomy.
Wang Yan sat on top of the dim kerosene lamp and looked at the Holy Spirit pistol with interest.
"It is made of ordinary gold, and created by ingenuity. It seems ordinary but contains a faint sacred meaning. The five elements are fire, and the sky is blessed. This is similar to the magic of Wanfa Palace, but it is different. The method is too ordinary. It can at most hurt low-level resentful spirits, but even those with a little bit of cultivation will be helpless." Wang Yan shook his head slightly.
He stood up slowly, hung the Holy Spirit Pistol on his waist, and walked out of the office.
At this moment, the shooting range was still filled with crisp gunshots.
That was Zhang Liang practicing his marksmanship hard.
"Zhiqua——"
The door of the Special Operations Section was pushed open, and he walked straight into the street and stood on the street lights scattered with light.
In the distance, there is an idle carriage parked.
Horse-drawn carriages still exist in New England today.
It's just that the ordinary horse was replaced by a nightmare horse that was soaked in the flames of hell and had a bit of demon blood.
After ten o'clock in the night, trams stop running and cars are sparse, so horse-drawn carriages are the best tool.
Da da da--
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the silent alleys.
At this moment, the streets are no longer crowded and are filled with silence and depression.
On both sides of the darkness, only the street lights cast a faint light.
"It's really quiet at night now. I remember that it was mentioned in the classics that the world was once, the England was once, the empire on which the sun never set in the true sense. When late at night fell, the neon lights were flashing, the lights were feasting, and there was endless joy. , extremely lively." Wang Yan spoke softly.
"That's the past." The coachman spoke softly, covering the hanging silver cross with a hint of yearning in his eyes: "That was the era of peace, the era before the catastrophe. Today's night is filled with the warmth of the devil. The nest is the cradle of evil spirits! When night falls, no one knows whether the person next to you is a human or the incarnation of the devil."
Wang Yan asked with great interest: "You actually still believe in God?"
It is recorded in the volume "New England Strange Tales" that God completely fell during the great cataclysm.
Following His fall, many clergy went crazy and fell into killing and destruction.
Today, it is difficult to find believers in Him.
Even if there are, they are bloodthirsty and murderous maniacs who worship the fallen God!
The church today honors the archangel Michael of the past.
There are very few believers in God in New England today.
"Yes, I have believed it for three generations." The coachman nodded slightly and spoke calmly.
Wang Yan said curiously: "If I remember correctly, there are no clergy serving God anymore, right?"
The coachman sighed softly and said slowly: "Just for peace of mind. It doesn't matter if there are no clergy, we can pray at home."
A hint of helplessness flashed across his eyes, and he said softly, "It's just a hope for peace of mind."
Wang Yan nodded thoughtfully, "Don't you believe in the Archangel Michael?"
The coachman subconsciously refused: "He is not the Lord, and he does not have the Lord's divine power. How dare the evil god be so carefree when the Lord is still there?"
It seems that this is a lack of faith?
Wang Yan's eyes flickered with light and shadow, and he said softly: "I know a god who is very powerful. He is an ancient god. The Buddha in the East is his incarnation, and his status is far above the archangels. Perhaps, Comparable to God!”
The driver raised his brows, instinctively showing some hostility and defense, and said coldly: "What do you mean, are you trying to spread the evil thoughts to me?"
"That one is the original king of heaven, the supreme god, the ruling god of the east. In the faraway eastern country, the power of the gods is far higher than that of God." Wang Yan said with a smile: "Since God has fallen, why not What about believing in gods who are equal to God?”
The coachman's face was still cold, "I will not trust the evil god."
"Really? Then you missed a good opportunity. You lost the chance to save your child. All I can say is that time is your destiny!" Wang Yan said pretending to be regretful, shook his head in a cunning manner, and sighed. Then he got out of the carriage.
The driver's expression suddenly changed, and he gritted his teeth and said sternly: "How do you know?"
"Not only do I know her condition, I can also save her life. After all, I am a follower of the Original King!" Wang Yan spoke slowly, pretending to be profound.
The holy light spread out at the right time, illuminating the dark streets.
Wang Yan lives in the light, and there seems to be a great sun coming behind him, with golden lotuses under his feet, and endless golden necklaces sprinkled down. He is like a god, infinitely noble and infinitely sacred.
"God, a miracle?"
The driver subconsciously knelt on the ground and said in great fear: "You, are you an envoy of God?"
He looked very uneasy.
After the great cataclysm, God fell, the gods of the past disappeared, and no more miracles were manifested!
All subsequent gods, such as the God of the Sun, the God of Knowledge, the God of Mystery, the God of War, the God of the Sky, and even today’s Archangel Michael, have not manifested miracles!
The divine messengers who once walked the world have become legends in the past three hundred years.
This was the first time he saw a real messenger of God.
"It's quite appropriate to call him the envoy of God." Wang Yan spoke softly, his words high and mighty: "Now, do you believe me?"
There was a bit of inexplicable temptation and confusion in his words: "Believe in me, follow me, respect my Lord, and have faith in my Lord!!"
The driver seemed to be possessed and murmured: "Follow the original heavenly king and believe in the original heavenly king! Follow the original heavenly king and believe in the original heavenly king."
As he murmured, his eyes became more pious.
There was light and shadow dispersing in Wang Yan's eyes.
At the moment when the other party had faith in the Original Heavenly King, he used the power of his soul to amplify the emotions in the other party's heart.
"Where do you live? Take me there. After all, your daughter needs me to save her." Wang Yan said with a faint smile.
At this moment, his image among the coachmen looked even more holy and dazzling.
"Master God Envoy, please come with me. We live in the outer city, which is relatively remote. Please take a few more steps," the coachman said cautiously.
As he spoke, he tied the nightmare horse aside.
Seemingly aware of Wang Yan's doubts, he said with some embarrassment: "Both the copper cart and the nightmare horse belong to the company. I am only responsible for pulling the cart. It can only be used when working in the city and cannot be taken out of the city."
Wang Yan nodded slightly, "I can understand."
Walking out of the city, his brows frowned subconsciously.
Outside the city, it was extremely desolate.
In the void, there is a rich black breath, which contains the meaning of corrosion.
There seemed to be blood-colored spots on the ground,
On the mountain rocks, there are fragments like flesh and blood. Even though they are weathered, you can still feel the ferociousness.
"You are living in such an environment?" Wang Yan said slowly.
The coachman coughed lightly and smiled bitterly: "Yes. This is already very good. After all, if you want to live in the city, you need to pay a living fund of 6,500 points a month. Coupled with the cost of renting a house, it is completely unaffordable for us ordinary people. .”
As he spoke, he coughed twice and even coughed up blood.
"I'm sorry, Lord God Envoy. I don't have respiratory diseases, nor do I have infectious diseases. You can rest assured. I, I just stayed in the city for too long, and I couldn't bear the air in the outer city for a while. Once I get used to it, I'll be fine." There was infinite humility in the driver's smile.
Wang Yan pursed his lips slightly and pretended to be calm: "Then you should believe in the original king. After all, one of the incarnations of that god is the human emperor in the east. The emperor of humanity wants the peace of the people, the health of the people, and the integrity of all living beings. dragon."
"Not subject to divine pressure, not harmed by demons! Unable to worship the gods in the sky, unable to kneel down and worship the evil demons in purgatory, the human race stands on its own in the world and thrives on its own. This is the way of the human emperor."
"In today's world, there is a country called the Tang Dynasty! It is a world of humanity, a world of glory! A world where all living beings are equal!"
The coachman's blood boiled with enthusiasm and yearning. He couldn't help but said with great excitement: "This is the Human Emperor? The incarnation of the original heavenly king?"
This is what he has dreamed of! !
No matter it was the Holy See when God was still there in the past, or the Holy See now under the leadership of Archangel Michael, they didn't care about ordinary people like them.
However, this Human Emperor cares about them!
His gaze is not only on the sky, but also on the earth.
"Lord God's Envoy, we have arrived."
When we reached the huge embankment, the driver suddenly spoke.
Wang Yan frowned slightly.
This is the downstream of the river and the downstream outlet of urban industrial wastewater discharge.
In the distance, an iron-making factory billowing with smoke can be vaguely seen.
What are you doing here?
"Lord Angel, our village is right here, please come with me." The driver carefully climbed up the embankment and went down the side path.
Then, what caught Wang Yan's eyes was a dirty, but extremely neat village.
Very twisted and very strange.
There are twisted telephone poles everywhere in the village, and many wires are wrapped around.
The interior was filled with boxes, with debris flying and falling from time to time.
That's discarded industrial waste.
"The village is like this, making the Lord God Envoy laugh." The coachman rubbed his hands and was quite nervous when he spoke.
He seemed to be worried about something.
"Do you live here?" Wang Yan said slowly and walked straight into the village.
In his eyes, he could clearly capture the black breath dispersed in it.
It was a fusion of evil spirit, ghostly meaning, and industrial waste gas.
For ordinary people, it is a severe injury.
"This is the third generation that has come to me. In today's world, there are not many places where we can stay since the great catastrophe. Although this place is dirty and messy, we can still live if we clean it up." The coachman said slowly. .
The two stopped in front of a dilapidated house.
It's a patchwork of homes, hung with tires and wires.
"We're here, Lord God Envoy. This is my residence. It's a small place and the environment is no better than in the city. Please be patient with me." The coachman said very carefully.
Wang Yan's eyes looked towards the river in the distance.
There is a lot of plastic garbage floating on it, huge copper pipes are pointed at the river, and dirty industrial waste is pouring into it crazily.
The rich and pungent smell spread instantly.
"Mr. Volt, who is this?"
The young man who was doing handicrafts noticed Wang Yan, who was out of place here.
"This is Lord God Envoy." The coachman quickly introduced.
Angel?
At this moment, many residents on both sides were extremely vigilant.
The young man subconsciously grasped the steel wrench in his hand.
"Mr. Volt, are you being bewitched? We know that your daughter is seriously ill, but the Church of the Evil God cannot be trusted. Those guys are ogres in the true sense." The old man on the side dissuaded.
"Everyone, listen to me. This is a real envoy of God, a divine envoy like the priest of the Holy See in the past. He is definitely not a follower of an evil god. He is here." The coachman thought about continuing to explain, but was stopped by Wang Yan.
He pushed open the door and walked to the window covered with old newspapers.
The girl lay on the bed very quietly, her face pale and bloodless, with only a trace of breathlessness.
"Industrial pollution, evil spirits, and the breath of evil gods."
Wang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly raised his hand.
In an instant, a fresh and green lotus bloomed in the void, full of vitality.
On the withered earth, there is a faint green grass growing.
The breeze swept across, vitality spread, and the rich power of life burst out!
"This, this is a miracle!"
The young man holding the wrench was shaking and extremely shocked.
The breeze blows, and the huge village is shrouded in green. There are branches growing on the dead trees, and the earth is full of grass!
Hundreds of people in the village knelt to the ground in shock.
This is a true miracle!
"Woo——"
A light and weak voice came from the girl on the hospital bed.
Between her eyes, her face began to turn rosy visibly! !
"The vitality is restored and the disease is dispelled. As long as the treatment is sufficient, she will be able to walk on the ground in three days." Wang Yan gently closed his hand and spoke with a faint smile.
"Thank you so much, the envoy! Thank you so much, the envoy!" the coachman said tremblingly, tears streaming down his face with excitement!
His daughter finally woke up! !
"God, Lord God Envoy, which god do you follow?" The young man knelt down and asked with great piety.
Wang Yan smiled lightly and solemnly said: "Original King!!"
He clasped his hands together and said piously: "This is an ancient god from the East, a supreme god comparable to God! He is omnipotent, compassionate, and has the intention to save the world! His incarnation is Your Majesty, the Human Emperor, walks the supreme holy path and magnifies the virtues of the human race!"
"The Emperor of Humanity, the Emperor of Humanity, rules all the people and saves the people from water and fire!"
"The reason I am here today is to spread the way of God and attract believers."
As Wang Yan spoke, he slowly raised his hand, hundreds of golden lotuses bloomed in the void, and many golden necklaces scattered.
The holy meaning burst out, completely dispelling the haze in the room.
As the light fell, everyone felt extremely warm and indescribably comfortable.
"Everyone, are you willing to follow the original king with me?" (End of this chapter)
