"What?!" Suddenly, the crowd exploded. That voice was all too familiar to them. It was the voice of God, and there was no falsehood in it!
But it actually supports the Pope?!
The Fanas people have always believed that God has given them everything, so much so that... a fanatical belief, even greater than life.
"This..." Old Peter didn't know what to say for a moment. He didn't expect that God would actually support the Pope's faction. "Please be aware that the Pope is cruel and cruel, and the people in the East District have also suffered greatly from it. We..."
"Shut up!" The huge image continued, "The Holy See is my only spokesperson. If you resist him, you are making an enemy of me! Have you forgotten... who gave you the achievements of Fanas today?"
"How...how is it possible..."
The workers looked at each other in confusion, even shrinking back: "If the gods take the Holy See as the standard..."
"Did you hear that? Back off!" Seeing the situation reverse again, the Pope quickly stopped Hai Wuya who was about to take action. He looked proudly at the situation that was gradually coming under control. "Anyone who violates this will be killed!"
"Stand back!" the ancient and majestic voice spoke again.
Fear, born of years of faith, seemed to be forcing them back.
"Failed? God... God would actually support this bastard..." Old Peter looked at the Pope and Hai Wuya in the stands in despair. Even if he died, he would not betray the god he was loyal to.
The Pope laughed crazily and taunted the workers in the audience: "This is divine revelation, this is God's will! You untouchables only have the life of slaves! This is the God of Fanas!"
"Oh... God?"
An arrogant voice sounded, interrupting the Pope's taunting. Jian Yi looked at him abruptly and said contemptuously: "What is God?"
"you!"
Now not only the Pope, but also the workers in the audience looked at this arrogant and mysterious man in shock. No one had ever dared to be so blasphemous, and no one dared to be so provocative on God's Revelation Day.
Is he crazy?
Everyone thought at the same time.
This disloyal believer may not even be a believer... Isn't he afraid of divine punishment?
"Do you know what you are talking about?" The Pope was shocked and angry. "Those who blaspheme should be burned at the stake!"
"I know, of course I know..." Jian Yi laughed, "Speaking of which, Mr. Peter, your team now wants to retreat because of a bullshit god who doesn't know the so-called bullshit?"
He couldn't stop laughing, as if he had heard a big joke: "Hehehehe... God? Very good, now I will tell you what the hell you believe in!"
"You dare!"
The magic master A1 hovering in the sky suddenly shot out a laser, shattering the black hexagonal prism below. The sound and the image instantly shattered and disappeared, as if they had never existed.
"Where's the divine punishment?" Jian Yi laughed provocatively and continued to step forward, "Where's the fucking divine punishment?! Or...is this just a vase that deceives the world and steals its reputation? Is it just a clown worth mentioning?!"
There was no reply, and the Pope shivered and backed away, his eyes full of despair and fear.
"Is this your trump card?" Jian Yan glanced at the Pope with interest, "Is this this kind of trash that deceives the world and steals your reputation? Is this this kind of trick you play with children?"
"What? God, how could God do that?"
No one could believe the sudden change in front of them.
The situation seems to have turned again.
How could the vessel of God be broken? Why has the blasphemer in front of me not been punished by God?
Everyone looked at Jian Yan, who was behaving strangely on the stage: Who is this madman?
"Even the projection of God...can't be destroyed so easily, right?"
"Is this madman a wizard? He can actually destroy sacred objects!"
Similar voices came one after another, obviously shocked by Jian Jian's inexplicable behavior.
"Stop quarreling, everyone," Jian Yan took out his ears and made a "stop" gesture: "Everyone, have any of you really seen the so-called god?"
"No...no..." the workers discussed one after another, "God never shows his true face..."
"What does he want to say?" Some people have already guessed what Jian Yi wants to say, but they dare not say it out.
Jian Jian snapped his fingers and continued: "Well, it seems that you are still unwilling to admit this fact, so let me ask another question: I am still alive and well now, but before that I completely destroyed your 'god'
The last trace of dignity... Why haven't I received divine punishment yet, but I am standing here talking and laughing?!"
"Hehehe... Of course you superstitious fools don't know that the god you believe in doesn't exist at all! This so-called god is just a fucking projector! Or... it's a legacy of previous generations of human civilization.
The products of science and technology, the so-called gods, are simply fakes created by the Pope to control his thoughts!"
"God...is fake?"
"No, it's impossible... How... how is this possible? I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"
Although there are already speculations in their hearts, most workers are still unwilling to believe this established fact, which is cruel but true.
Looking at the projector that was shattered on the ground, some people broke down and cried. They couldn't believe that all this happened, let alone that the gods they had believed in for many years were just a lie.
"Lie! This is a lie!" The Pope once again stopped Hai Wuya from taking action, trying to regain control of the situation: "God is just magnanimous, you are simply -"
"Impossible? Then it looks like I have to give you a tough meal, right?" Jian Yi sneered and pointed in the direction behind the Pope: "Captain Hermann, you can come out now."
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man with an angular face walked out gloomily holding a fat man by his collar. The latter still had an expression of disbelief on his face, as well as a trace of invisible fear and suspicion.
"Speak." Hermann threw the fat man on the ground like trash, kicked the fat man with a hoarse voice, and then pulled out his sword.
"I...I..." The fat man looked at the sharp sword that was close to his neck and said in fear: "I am not a god. I was also coerced by the Pope. I don't know, I don't know anything!"
The voice is exactly the same as that of the so-called "god".
The Pope stepped back with a livid face. He knew very well that he had failed.
Completely defeated by this unknown madman.
"The Holy See, the church... we must escape. There is still a chance, there is still a chance! We must escape." The Pope swallowed in fear, "Guards, protect me!"
But this bloody fact has completely pierced the mask of the Holy See and slapped these loyal believers severely.
Because this is a scam!
A Fanas man was deceived by a scam that lasted eighty years.
