"There are just a few humans. If you rush up and snap, you will take them all down."
Seeing that the inducement failed, the beautiful girl Chip changed directions and urged Ivan to work quickly.
"...Isn't this what I was planning to do?"
"If you hadn't stopped me, I would have rushed in long ago."
Rolling his eyes again, Ivan regained his concentration, raised his luck, and quickly rushed towards the locked base again.
This base is what the police officers at the gathering place call the organization called Desert Hands.
It's a very common, even old-fashioned name.
But no matter what the name is, the size of this desert hand now reaches 100,000 people.
If a small organization suddenly expands to 100,000 people, it will naturally be unable to manage it well.
So when Ivan quickly rushed into this area called a base, it was actually just a camp with countless tents connected together...
Many Berra people who just want to gather together for safety don't know why.
Even the Desert Hand soldiers who patrol the base don't know what that straight line of sand means.
The messy base makes everyone have a certain tolerance for things that appear out of nowhere. After all, no one knows anyone at the scene, and they don’t know what will happen next.
"Well, you did a good job."
"Continue to gather the scattered people around."
"We will go to the 0101 gathering place early tomorrow morning, which is the grain storage area in the southern part of District 7."
"As long as we get that food, we can easily build an army and an organization."
A Berra man wearing a yellow cross-country combat uniform, a red scarf tied around his neck, and sunglasses carefully explained the subsequent battle plan.
"I'll lend it to you!"
When Ivan saw him for the first time, he was at the center of the command field with more than a dozen generals. Ivan knew who this base was listening to without having to think about it. Time was urgent, and Ivan was not polite to these people.
, he just saw a streak of dust coming towards his face and grabbed the leader of the organization.
"contract!"
Ivan shouted in his heart.
"Here, automatic contract."
These were the words Meteor directly responded to, and then the power of the rules was naturally activated.
"Condensation."
It only takes three sentences.
The leader of the organization wearing sunglasses was thrust into an illusion.
"My chosen believers."
"Are you willing to accept the mission given to you by God to save the world?"
.....
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The Euphrates Desert is very vast.
But that's compared to the average person's footsteps.
For Ivan, who was running at almost the speed of sound, it only took a few dozen minutes to go from south to north, from east to west.
"What's wrong? Aren't you happy that it went well?"
Meteor asked a rare question in Ivan's heart. She was a little curious about the change in Ivan's mood at this time.
"It's just a little sad."
"When I worked hard on scientific research for the Federation, I never thought that one day I would become a magician."
Ivan recalled how he had just pretended to be the God of Truth and used God's gift to influence the mood of the leader of the organization.
Really, it's too complicated.
I have believed in science all my life.
After death, he traveled through time and was reborn as an ant.
Then he returned to the world of science and conquered science with unscientific methods.
This refreshed Ivan's entire understanding.
"Didi"
"What's this!"
“Is there a difference between science and unscientificness?”
"What really exists in the world is the facts! It's the truth!"
Chip participated in this topic appropriately, and went straight to the core to satirize Ivan's sudden confusion.
"Hey, you're right."
"Facts are truth."
When Ivan heard Chip's obviously sarcastic words, a trace of gratitude suddenly appeared in his heart.
Yes, the existence of fact is the truth itself.
Practice brings true knowledge, seek truth from facts, and adapt measures to circumstances according to time and place.
The core element of itself is existence itself.
Since we can exist and operate in this way, then naturally we should accept this fact based on this premise.
Only in this way can we discover the truth behind the facts.
very good.
Here’s a guide to tricking that red scarf next time.
"That's good."
"I slept."
After Meteor felt that the conversation between Chip and Ivan had brought a final conclusion, he chose to sleep again.
"Um."
Ivan hummed, not surprised.
"Didi"
"You have to run faster."
"It's been ten minutes."
Chip is not like a shooting star, she is full of energy.
"....You also know that only ten minutes have passed."
"Do you want me to do it all in one second?"
"Didi"
"That's best!"
"I can't wait for those machine legions!"
.......
The rest of the trip was a bit boring.
Ivan moved around and found eleven more new organizations, and used the same words to call on the believers.
Including the previous one, the hastily established Apostles of Truth totaled twelve people.
These new believers were assigned apostolic numbers 1-12, with each numerical level signifying the unity of divine power and political power.
They all gathered in the main city of Bura under the orders of the only God, preparing to storm and capture the seventh district.
The preparations for the battle before that were left to each apostle to plan.
The only requirement is to allow the Berra people to survive as much as possible. After all, the larger the base, the greater the development potential and the more possibilities.
"Didi"
"By the way, if you insist on making up twelve, aren't you copying the history of a certain church?"
After the twelfth apostle was contracted, the chip quietly appeared again.
"No, how could it be? Do I have such a bad taste?"
A few drops of sweat quietly broke out on Ivan's forehead.
"Didi"
"That church still exists in the Federation!"
"Since you are preparing to establish the **** Truth Religion, you must be prepared for a religious war."
Chip rarely mocked Ivan, but instead said something that ordinary people would call "Zhong Er" after seeing it.
But this isn't a hit or miss.
Religion still existed in the Federation in 3089, and the outbreak of religious wars was the trigger for the Fifteenth Federation Civil War.
In the world of science and technology, the power of the gods is not imperial power, but divine power.
"Um...."
"I've long disliked it."
"Without it, could the fifteenth civil war break out?"
Ivan said with some emotion.
"Didi"
"Then you should be careful, they are very petty."
Chip suddenly said something sinister, and he didn't know how the electronic sound produced that sinister tone.
".....Am I still afraid of you??"
"They are just nothingness, I am real."
Ivan suddenly laughed.
Religious wars are terrible.
But one believes in a false existence, and the other believes in him and the meteor behind him.
Who will win?
At least in Ivan's view, on the material level where the Federation truly exists, he will definitely be the winner.
And those ethereal spiritual beings can't win despite the presence of meteors?
Then he wouldn't believe it.
"Stop chatting and get back to the point."
Meteor's voice interrupted when the two of them were drifting away from the topic.
It's very similar to the group of friends who have been peeking at the screen for a long time and suddenly can't help but want to straighten out the crooked chat room.