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Chapter 131 Who is singing?

In the East District of Backlund, in an apartment that looked a little older, two men quietly climbed up the stairs.

It was working time at this time, and the apartment building seemed very deserted.

"This looks like a place where only extremely poor people would live. How could they have money?" The man walking behind muttered in a low voice, but the man in front turned around and glared at him:

"I found someone sneaking in a lot of food before. How many large bags of cans does anyone in the East District buy at one time?"

"Just a few bags of cans?" The man was obviously a little disappointed. Although he was poor, he could not afford to eat because of his craftsmanship.

"Idiot, have you ever heard of a safe house?"

"Is it the kind of place that the legendary gangsters secretly bought and used to hide in emergencies?" The eyes of the man behind him lit up, and the man in front nodded:

"That's right! This kind of place usually keeps some weapons, food and cash for emergencies. Do you think how much money a big shot will put there for emergencies? There is always ten pounds, right? After this vote, at least it will be enough for us.

half year!"

"But if the master..."

"What a place like this needs is to be hidden. Apart from changing the food regularly, almost no one will come. If you act cleanly, no one will know that we did it. And there are definitely not the only people who can run safe houses like this."

Time, when he found out that the money had been taken away, he didn’t know how many years had passed. Okay, stop talking nonsense and do it quickly! If it weren’t for your craftsmanship, would such a good thing be cheap for you?

"

"Hey, this is an ancestral craft! Okay!"

With a soft "click" sound, the door lock was gently opened. The two of them got into the room with almost only a crack open, and then quickly closed the door.

"Good guy, this doesn't look like a house in the East End!"

Looking at the decoration behind the door, the man who unlocked the door widened his eyes. Although the area was similar to other apartments, neither the soft sofa nor the exquisite cabinets should appear in an East District apartment.

"Stop talking, it's hard to get rid of these things, hurry up and find the money!" The leading man glared at him, quickly pulled out the drawer, and looked for the lovely gold pound.

"...Um, what is this?"

Suddenly he heard a strange cry from his companion. Just when he was about to shout angrily, he suddenly heard a creepy chewing sound.

Turning his head suddenly, the man saw the last picture he had ever seen in his life - it was a scarlet web of flesh and blood...

Click click click...

As the sound of bones being crushed slowly faded away, the exquisite room quickly returned to silence. The beautiful man sat back on the soft sofa and wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully.

The best hunters often appear as prey. Mr. A knows this very well.

Although he said he was leaving Backlund to recuperate, he was actually just lurking in the East District.

After all, in the Kingdom of Loen, there is no place more suitable for a shepherd to recuperate than Backlund.

Here, he only needs to find a house that seems uninhabited for a long time and hide in it, and then deliberately let out some "flaws". Before long, a thief who can sneak in and pick the lock and break through the empty door will jump into his mouth.

Thanks to the "believers" developed by Snow, Mr. A can feel a large number of prayers directed to the Lord in the East District every day, which makes his mental state continue to improve.

In Mr. A's view, these believers are fully qualified to be given the secret prayer potion, but now he is "not in Backlund", so he can only wait quietly.

"I didn't expect that the believer who I casually accepted at the beginning would actually become the Lord's favored one... How many years has it been since the Lord had no favored one?" Mr. A leaned on the back of his chair, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. His words were actually incorrect.

Yes, because the Aurora Society has only been established for a hundred years, and during this period, the Lord has never favored anyone.

"Uh huh huh~~"

Mr. A thought about the origin of Snow's identity as God's Favorite, and couldn't help but hum the tune of Katyusha. Although he is a crazy beauty, he also has sufficient musical literacy.

He was no stranger to the melody and lyrics of Katyusha, because the Gospel of the Lord occasionally included such passages, but before Snow, no one had ever tried to organize them. After all, low-sequence believers could not

After listening to the Lord’s gospel for a long time, believers with higher rankings have become accustomed to the Lord’s voice, and can extract the Lord’s intention without summarizing, and naturally they will not care about the “noise”.

Now it seems that they are too superficial. How can there be noise in the Lord’s voice? It’s just that they don’t know how to appreciate it and can’t understand it.

"Perhaps only a devout believer like Snow can transform the art given by the Lord into something that we mortals can understand?"

Just when Mr. A was lamenting that he had attracted so many followers into the church, a melody suddenly sounded in his ears.

This feeling only occurred once after he became a shepherd. The beautiful song that the Lord sang for the first time in a tone that they could easily listen to was unforgettable for any believer.

However, unlike the previous Katyusha, which was a bit sad, this time the prelude is obviously more exciting, more surging, and more... aggressive.

Before Mr. A could think about whether this was Snow’s new song, or whether someone had combined the melody from the Lord’s gospel like scholar Snow, the slightly hoarse low voice of the True Creator was already singing in his ears——

"Kill the enemies, wait for us to liberate them!

The enemy of the sissy is waiting to be killed!"

Different from the usual obscure gospel, this song is clear and full of power. Although the language used is the same as the previous Katyusha song, which is a completely unfamiliar language, the passionate power instantly filled Mr. A's heart.

of flesh and blood.

The songs of gods are divine, and the songs of the true Creator are even more so. Mr. A can clearly feel that his flesh and blood are reviving, and his soul is also trembling with it.

"Ming Bo~ The smoke of gunpowder is still around!

It's barking menacingly~ let us destroy it~"

This is military music!

This is a war song!

Even though Mr. A didn't understand the lyrics at all, he still heard this feeling from the Lord's voice.

Then, he discovered a question that might be a bit blasphemous——

The Lord’s voice seems better than the last time he sang Katyusha?

"No, the Lord's voice has always sounded good, but this time it sounds even better!" Mr. A said with certainty in his heart, but in fact, Zhenzao's singing voice has indeed become better.

There is no way, the True Creator is also a singer after all, so how could he not have a good voice? It’s just that no matter who has been singing rap for thousands of years, then singing folk songs, singing bel canto, or singing military music, they will not be able to sing with that taste.

But things are different now. After months of hanging up his voice, Shinzo finally regained some of the feeling he had before. As a result, the song of the Great Singer, the True Creator, once again echoed in the ears of his believers.

Courage and strength.

Piety and obedience.

In the song of Zhenzao, the believers of the Aurora Society and the Iron-Blooded Cross felt that their bodies were amplified.

This is the song of the former Sun God, and this is the song of the Creator today!

"Praise our Lord!" Mr. A knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face and made a reverse cross pattern on his chest.

At this moment, all over the world, countless believers of the Aurora Society, the Lamb, are doing the same thing.



"When we open our teeth~the despair of the soul~

That blood~stains the enemy country!

Everything is destroyed; there is no hope;

Welcome the majesty of the god!"

With the end of the music, Shinzo's voice slowly stopped, and the little Shinzo who was harmonizing for Shinzo also stopped singing. Snow's hands skillfully played the ending chords, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

The other Zhenzao believers listened to Zhenzao's solo, but what he listened to was a duet!

That is to say, he is now a [Zhuang Zhou Fish], but for any Bishop Rose or Shepherd, this magic potion will definitely melt in the mouth.

But unfortunately, he cannot drink the magic potion of the Shepherd and the Rose Bishop in this way.

It has to be said that this song truly possesses extraordinary power. Even though Isno's body has been strengthened three times, it has improved significantly. He even doubts that he can now wield a warhammer and face the warrior sequence.

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