The neon lights lit up at night, and in the brightly lit city, a message spread like it had wings.
The man behind the Cooper District finally relented and was willing to talk to the big shots who stood at the pinnacle of power in the city.
In a low-key office on a forty-storey building, a gentleman wearing a monocle laughed heartily.
"Great, my friend, we can finally control the entire Voltorus and pay the highest respect to the great god!"
On the sofa in front of him, a wealthy businessman whose name was known throughout the southwest of the empire tapped the pocket watch in his hand, and a strange cold light reflected in his blue eyes.
"Haha, stupid people who don't know what's good and what's good will eventually lose everything under the gaze of the gods."
The sound was still echoing, but the two of them were nowhere to be found.
…
The same scene happened in various places in this city. Gang leaders, city managers, capital tycoons, powerful people from ancient families...each one of them had a transcendent status that ordinary people could not imagine. They were all alarmed. .
Since the arrival of the gods' faith, most areas of the city have been completely controlled by them.
But the Cooper District alone failed to succeed. The believers of gods who entered it disappeared inexplicably many times. It seemed that someone behind the scenes was resisting the arrival of gods.
In terms of power and strength alone, believers of gods are confident that they can overwhelm everything.
But the other party is like a mouse, never having direct contact with them, but secretly hunting the believers of the gods. This has led to their delay in completing the mission assigned by the gods, which is to control the entire city without any details. !
In the southeast of Cooper District, an old house with a history of more than 200 years stands on a private property. The material of the courtyard wall can vaguely show the luxury of the place. The medieval style looks a bit eerie at night.
One by one, well-dressed social elites appeared here, glanced at the open door, and walked in with smiles on their faces without a trace of fear or hesitation.
When a big shot arrived, the first thing he noticed was an old man wearing a shamanistic robe.
Some people couldn't help but gasped: "It's you!"
People at their level had come into contact with things about another world long before the restricted area completely erupted, so they naturally understood what a transcendent status the old man in front of them had in the former Polar Bear Empire.
Some people said with a cold expression: "Your Majesty the Pope, it's a pity that he is now a heretic Pope."
"No wonder those people below have been unable to penetrate the Cooper District. It would be rude of us to see it this way. The Pope is here. I should have come to see him in person."
"..."
Each gentleman spoke politely and with humility, but the sneers on their faces revealed their arrogance and pride at this time.
After all, in the past, even if they reached the pinnacle of worldly power, they would still be like dogs in front of this person.
Facing these words, the old man said nothing and stood aside with his hands down. As the owner of this old house, he was like an old housekeeper at this moment.
At this time, someone also noticed that the only person sitting in front of many members of the Cult of Gods, including their Pope, was a very unfamiliar young man.
From beginning to end, he didn't even look at himself and the others. He sat alone on the burgundy dining chair, stretched out one hand and tapped a red wine glass in front of him with his fingers, looking a little bored.
There is a special ring on the young man's finger, which looks like a coiled black dragon, exuding a ferocious and cruel aura.
"Boom, boom, boom."
The knocking sound was unhurried and the intervals were exactly the same each time, which meant that the other party's mind was very calm. No matter how many high-status figures came in, they could not bring even a trace of emotional ups and downs to him.
The gentlemen looked at each other and felt something was wrong.
At this time, a shadow blocked the moonlight, and a figure over two meters tall stood at the door of the old house.
Everyone turned their heads. This was a strong man in a suit, but compared to his status, his burly figure was nothing.
"Here comes Gotover!"
Someone shouted and looked at the former underground emperor of Voltorus, and now the man with the most devout faith in gods and the most powerful divine blessing in the city.
The strong man walked in, and every step he took on the wooden floor made a dull sound, and an invisible pressure spread around.
At this time, the old man said softly: "Everyone is here."
The young man finally raised his head for the first time and looked at the group of people in front of him. His first words were: "I don't like nonsense."
At this time, Gotover happened to look at the Pope. He was about to say something, but was interrupted. He frowned and glanced at Jiang Chen, but continued what he said.
"Your Holiness, if I remember correctly, the last time we met was three years ago. I bent down to give your butler a gift that took half a year to prepare carefully, and you were just passing by. , glanced at me slightly."
"At that time I will..."
The words stopped abruptly.
A flash of black light flashed, and a blood hole appeared in the middle of Gotover's eyebrows. His eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
The moment he encountered danger, a breath of energy in his body awakened instinctively. His skin and flesh cracked, and tentacles of flesh and blood came out of his head.
The momentum at that moment actually faintly surpassed that of the Pope of the Gods Religion.
However, he still fell down, and the changes in his body stopped, turning into a strange corpse with a head like an octopus and a body that was still human.
Everyone was stunned, and there was a dead silence.
Some people stared closely at Gotover's body, expecting that the "revival of the gods" they had witnessed would happen, and that he would stand up in the next second like nothing happened.
However, such a scene did not occur.
When Gotover's death was confirmed.
Fear crawled up the spines of everyone present like maggots. They stared blankly at the young man. Just now, he just moved his fingers, and the most powerful god believer in the city died unexpectedly.
This means that no one here can make it out alive if he wants to.
After all, the gift Gotover received is said to be on another level, far exceeding that of other believers.
"You, you..." Someone was frightened.
Dark shadows passed by.
He also fell, his chest split open and a pile of colorful dead snakes scattered on the floor.
"Gentlemen." Jiang Chen smiled and glanced around everyone present. This time, without exception, they all lowered their heads.
"I only came here for one thing, to kill your god."
One sentence was so deafening that the body of a figure at the top of worldly society could not stop trembling.
"I want to ask you, does anyone know what I should do to get close to your god?"
"Don't be anxious, think slowly."
"But Jiang believes in a truth: there is no need for people without value to exist."
After finishing speaking, he looked at a fat old man with a cane on his left with a smile. The man was so frightened that he couldn't breathe smoothly. He covered his heart and stammered: "Get... get closer to God, I, I, I don't... …”
Before he finished speaking, the old man's body exploded.
Mutated internal organs and body parts were scattered everywhere.
Then Jiang Chen turned his attention to the next person. The other person looked to be in his thirties. It was obviously not easy to climb to a high position. However, he seemed to be particularly brainwashed, and he shouted angrily.
"You are blaspheming!"
"puff"
A handful of blood mist exploded.
When the remaining big shots saw this scene, their bodies were shaking like swings. If they didn't understand what "not liking nonsense" meant at the beginning, they understood it more deeply now.
This man is totally capable of killing people and never talks too much.
This iron-blooded method completely broke through the psychological defense of a group of people in high positions.
Soon someone knelt down and offered a barely feasible plan.
Jiang Chen laughed. Sometimes, people are much easier to deal with than monsters. After all, monsters in restricted areas are not afraid of death. It is often difficult to know what fear means.
These smart gentlemen work well together.
As long as a few are killed, their attitude will immediately improve.
