As time passes day by day, the whips that hit Thirteen have become like stars in the sky, which cannot be counted. All the citizens of the Big Apple are slowly adapting to the life of "heaven" on the earth ruled by God.
From adapting to the days without social interaction, to prohibiting drinking, not being able to discuss the correctness of the rule, you must say hello when you see an angel, businessmen are not allowed to make money, the poor are not allowed to protest, and the middle class must keep a dull expression.
Heaven is no longer as beautiful as described in the Bible. They have lost the human rights they always insisted were given to them by God. In front of God, people have no rights at all.
More and more people realize that what they wear on their hands is by no means an identity bracelet in the name of God, but a label of slave status. People who work for God do not get paid, and at most they can only exchange for some food to take care of them.
To provide food and clothing for their families, unemployed people in the entertainment industry have turned to the angels to take on the construction industry. They work 12 hours a day like laborers in ancient Egypt. Although there is no whipping, the angels will record their performance and continue to work passively.
The offender will be sent to court to accept God's judgment... or to put it bluntly, death.
On the tenth day of the angel's arrival, a tall tower was erected in the center of the original football field. This tall tower, made of rock and covering an area as large as four basketball courts, was 100 meters high. An extremely complex magic circle was drawn below.
, just like an angel trying to summon a demon.
Zanchen won trust through his outstanding performance. At least the raw materials he obtained were sent directly to the football field. Countless workers and angels were responsible for the progress of the entire construction site. They had a huge alchemy
The materials are thrown into the furnace and turned into hot molten iron and then poured into the mold. After cooling, they turn into white boulders 30 centimeters high, 40 centimeters wide and 50 centimeters long.
This kind of stone is extremely precious. It is mixed with the spirit of heaven and earth brought by heaven. It cannot be transported with tools. Even if it is worn down to 1 gram, it is a huge waste.
So... the angels built the most primitive spiral scaffolding around the towering white tower, and humans carried the white stones on their backs, walked up step by step, and stacked them purely by hand.
Although angels have wings, it is not difficult to carry such stones weighing 50 kilograms each, but they euphemistically give humans the opportunity to dedicate themselves to God. Seeing such a scene, the praise minister just wanted to say to the angels, "Dedicate."
Your grandma’s legs…”
They have no moral character to respect the old and care for the young. Whether they are young ladies or old men, they all carry boulders of equal weight. These requisitioned workers are all people who used to be engaged in the entertainment industry. They said in the words of angels,
Carrying sins, but not yet at the level of salvation that requires beheading, this kind of physical labor can help them cultivate merit and gain God's forgiveness.
"Does God have to be so despicable?" During the free time when handing over materials, Zanchen sat on the stage of the arena, looking at the busy figure in the middle of the arena, his eyes filled with confusion.
"The weak prey on the strong. This is the law of life. Apart from the cloak of faith, God symbolizes the absolute power in this land." The dark knife sitting next to him sighed and replied, "You are not because of God?
Only when you are strong do you succumb to power?"
"Why can't it be understood that I believe in religion with you?" Zanchen smiled lightly.
"People like you have no faith, and people like you can usually live for a long time." An Dao looked at Zanchen beside him and said, "I advise you to give up the illusion of helping mankind, while you still have room for redemption.
In the past, if you did something outrageous, I would have to kill you.
To be honest, there are only two humans who can catch my eye, one is Thirteen and the other is you. I really hope to become friends with you."
It is an honor for the arrogant fallen angel Dark Knife to say such words.
"When did you think there was something wrong with me?" Zanchen did not deny it, because he also knew that the difference between Dark Blade and other angels was that he would not communicate with white-winged guys because he hated these guys.
"I knew from the moment we met that people like you will not succumb to any life, not even gods, can stand on your neck." Dark Blade is too familiar with that feeling, just like himself.
Likewise, except for Lord Lucifer who can become his boss, everything else is just a tool for giving orders.
"There is a saying in our country that 'life is unsatisfactory 10% of the time'. Many things are beyond our control, but how to find the right way out of adversity is the most important issue in life. There is no need to persuade me anymore.
, at least now I am still friends with you. It will be good to maintain this relationship before tragedy occurs.
No one knows what tomorrow will bring, right?" Zanchen stood up with his knees supported.
Enough talking about this, what the future holds, as Zan Chen said, no one knows at all.
On the 10th day after the arrival of the angel, and the 7th day after the Thirteen and others entered, a transport plane from China landed on the ellipsis runway. What stepped off the plane was not reinforcements from the Underworld Bureau, but the world.
A representative of another force in the world - the astrological poem of the principal.
Following Bi Fang's promotion, he arrived on the runway, followed by Xie, the former president of the Ten Thousand Demons Hidden World Society, and Yu Jiang, the current president of the Plague God.
These four people were incompatible with the entire world. Under the guidance of the guide, they came directly to Ellipsis's conference room, which was converted from a hangar.
There are 15 representatives of demon hunting organizations from all over the world gathered here. They represent the architects of the last line of defense for mankind against the gods.
Before the arrival of the astrological poem, no one except Victoria and Wu Zhu knew that this group of monsters would come. Many people even showed off their weapons to attack, but it was Victoria and Wu Zhu who came out together that shook the scene, explaining
It became clear why they came.
Yes, this is the end of the world, but the world does not only belong to humans. Monsters, as spiritual beings native to the earth, possess innate powers that ordinary humans cannot match. They can be the most troublesome enemies, and they can also be the most dangerous.
A powerful ally, everything depends on how the form changes.
Human beings may still be able to become slaves of gods in the name of faith, living a life of survival. If they are lucky, they may even be able to get some official position and live a leisurely life.
But monsters are different. They have been classified as demons since the last war between gods and demons. They have been thoroughly cleansed by the gods. The gods call them "monsters", which means that they are not given a chance to live and beg for mercy.
Once the gods truly control the earth, there will be no place for monsters in the world. It is precisely because the astrological poem understands the situation of monsters that it turns into evil and has an early relationship with Xie, which gives him the opportunity to appear like ellipses.
In the meeting room of the big guys.
After a burst of noise, everyone took their seats, including Xie and Yu Jiang, who all got a seat. Bi Fang was a staff member of Astrology Poetry, so he also got a place to stand in the corner. Astrology Poetry's wheelchair was pushed to the edge of the circular conference table.
In the center, there was even a spotlight shining on him. The surrounding lights dimmed, hiding everyone's faces in the darkness, leaving only the astrological poem sitting alone in the light.
This is the time for the astrological poet to submit his name. If he cannot convince the vast majority of people present to accept his membership with valid reasons, the result will most likely be that he will be kept as a guest until death.
After all, Astrology Poetry's original title was the principal of the Destruction Society, and he has definitely done more bad things than good things.
"The doctor told me not to be exposed to light for a long time, as this will increase my chance of getting cancer, so let's keep it short." Astrology Poem, who was wearing an oxygen mask, began with a smile, "First of all, I'm not a good person, come with me.
They are not human beings. Putting aside the proposition of justice and evil, we are facing the end of the world together.
If you don't want to live like a dog, how can we want to die like a bug?
Let’s unite and resist while we still have the strength. No matter what the outcome is, this life will not be wasted, right?”
"I heard that you can foresee the future. Do you see mankind winning this war?" A big boss who joined the meeting asked bluntly.
"The future itself is a variable. Except for the catastrophe, nothing is fixed. In the past time, I have worked hard to change the future of mankind. Thirteen is the key that God is preparing to break into the world. I use special induction methods to advance it.
Triggered a catastrophe. Although this saves us two years of preparation time, it does not allow us to face a black hole in space and millions of celestial soldiers in the lower realm.
Therefore, we still have a chance, as long as we unite together, there will be variables." The astrological poem is like spending a lifetime preparing for this debate. It is neither humble nor arrogant, and the reasons are sufficient. The achievements do not sound like showing off, and are almost impeccable.
"Can you speak on behalf of Ten Thousand Demons Hidden World?" asked another big boss.
"No, I can speak on behalf of all the beings who want to live. Before coming here, in the name of the Ten Thousand Monsters Hidden World Society, I have issued ultimatums to more than 300,000 monsters in the world, and more than 75% of the monsters have given ultimatums.
Reply, this is a life and death battle, they are all willing to temporarily join the Ten Thousand Demons Hidden World Society to accept our joint management, and declare war on God.
The remaining ones are hostile to humans. They need humans to promise an alliance and sign an agreement not to betray before they can join the monster alliance. Fortunately, among so many monsters, no one has ever turned to the gods." Astrology Poem
The calm words were like feeding a green-headed fly to all the big guys present. After all, from the time God descended to earth to now, several large demon-hunting organizations have directly announced that they have surrendered to the gods and become dogs.
"People in the light don't tell secret words." Victoria suddenly clapped her hands, and the dark conference room suddenly lit up. She looked directly at the astrological poem and said, "How long does it take you to integrate the monsters around the world? They can listen to your orders and serve for you.
Will you die in battle?"
"As long as you agree to the alliance, the integration can be completed within 2 days. Another correction, they will never die for me or anyone here... They will only fight for themselves."