Chapter 1055: The Name of the God, the Original King! (4000 words)
The night is as deep as ink, and everything is sad.
Wang Yan sat on the dim kerosene lamp, looking at the Holy Spirit pistol with interest.
"The ordinary gold is refined and the creation is clever, but it seems ordinary, but it contains a faint sacred meaning, the five elements of fire and the blessing of heavenly yang. This is similar to the technique of attaching spirits in the Palace of All Dharmas, but here
The Dharma is too ordinary. At most, it can hurt the primary vengeful spirits, and the evil spirits with a little cultivation will be helpless." Wang Yan shook his head slightly.
He slowly stood up, hung the Holy Spirit pistol at his waist, and walked straight out of the office.
At this moment, there were still crisp gunfire sounds at the practice shooting range.
That was Zhang Liang who was working hard to practice his marksmanship.
"Cry--"
The gate of the Special Operations Division was pushed open and he walked straight into the street and stood on the scattered street lights.
In the distance, there was an idle carriage parked.
Today, there are still carriages in New England.
However, the Nightmare Horse, which was stained with the flames of hell and had a bit of demonic blood, replaced the ordinary fierce horse.
After ten o'clock in the evening, the tram is out of service, and the cars are sparse, and the carriage is the best tool.
Dada dada--
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed between the silent alleys.
The streets are no longer crowded, full of tranquility and depression.
On both sides of the dim side, only street lights shine with a faint light.
"The night is really quiet now. I remember the classics mention that the world, England, the real empire of the sun never set. When the night comes, neon lights flash, the lights and wine are red, and infinite joy is endless.
, extremely lively." Wang Yan spoke softly.
"That's past." The coachman spoke softly, covering the hanging silver cross, with a bit of yearning in his eyes: "It was an era of peace, an era before the catastrophe. Today's night is the warmth of the demon.
The nest is the cradle of the evil ghosts coming! When night falls, no one knows whether the one beside you is a human or the incarnation of the demon?”
Wang Yan asked with interest: "You actually believe in God?"
It is recorded in that New England Book of Anecdotes that God fell completely when he was destroyed and changed.
With His fall, many clergymen fled madly and fell into killing and destruction.
Nowadays, it is difficult to find His believers.
Even if there is, he is a bloodthirsty person who worships the fallen God and a murderous madman!
Today's church respects Michael the former archangel.
In New England today, there are very few people who believe in God.
"Yes, I have believed in three generations." The coachman nodded slightly, and his words were calm.
Wang Yan said curiously: "If I remember correctly, there are no clergy who serves God, right?"
The coachman sighed and said slowly, "Just be at ease. It's okay if there are no clergy. We can pray at home by ourselves."
A little helplessness flashed through his eyes and said softly, "It's just for a stable expectation."
Wang Yan nodded thoughtfully, "Don't you believe in that archangel Michael?"
The coachman subconsciously refused and said, "He is not the Lord, nor does he have the Lord's divine power. How could the evil god dare to be so carefree when the Lord was still there?"
It seems that this is a lack of faith?
There was light and shadow flashing in Wang Yan's eyes, and he whispered: "I know a god is very powerful. He is an ancient god, the Buddha in the East is His incarnation, and His person is far above the archangel. Perhaps,
Can compare to God!”
The coachman raised his eyebrows, instinctively showing some hostility and defense, and said coldly: "What do you mean? Are you trying to promote the idea of an evil god to me?"
"That is the primitive king, the supreme god, the god of domination in the east. In the distant eastern country, the power of the god is far above God." Wang Yan smiled and said, "Since God has fallen, why not?"
What about gods who believe in the same person as God?”
The coachman's face was still cold, "I won't trust the evil god."
"Really? Then you missed the opportunity. You lost the opportunity to save your child. I can only say that it is life!" Wang Yan spoke as if he pretended to be regretful, shook his head with a charlatan and sighed.
Then he walked off the carriage.
The coachman's expression suddenly changed, and he gritted his teeth and said sternly: "How do you know?"
"I not only know her condition, but I can also save her life. After all, I am a follower of the Primitive King!" Wang Yan spoke as if he was a profound voice.
The holy brilliance shines very promptly, illuminating the dark streets.
Wang Yan lives in the light, and there seems to be a great sun behind him. He steps on the golden lotus and sprinkles of infinite golden garlands, as if he is like a god, infinitely noble and infinitely sacred.
"God, miracles?"
The coachman subconsciously knelt on the ground and said in great panic: "You, are you a messenger of God?"
He seemed very uneasy.
After the great extinction and change, God fell, the former gods disappeared, and no miracles appeared again!
The gods after that, such as the Sun God, the God of Knowledge, the God of Secret, the God of War, the God of Sky, and even the Archangel Michael today, have no miracles to manifest!
The divine messenger who walked on the earth in the past has also become a legend in these three hundred years.
This was the first time he had met a true messenger.
"It's very appropriate to call him a divine envoy." Wang Yan spoke in a low voice, saying Gao Miao: "Now, do you believe me?"
In his words, there was a little more inexplicable inspiration and confusion: "Believe in me, follow me, respect my Lord, and believe in my Lord!!"
The coachman seemed to be possessed by a demon and murmured: "Follow the Primitive King, believe in the Primitive King! Follow the Primitive King, believe in the Primitive King."
While he was whispering, there was a little more piousness in his eyes.
There was light and shadow dissipating between Wang Yan's eyes.
When the other party gave birth to the belief in the original Heavenly King, he used the power of his soul to amplify the other party's emotions.
"Where do you live? Take me over. After all, your daughter needs me to save her." Wang Yan said with a faint smile.
At this moment, his image appeared more holy and brilliant among the coachman.
"Sir God, please follow me. We live in the outer city area, which is relatively remote. Please take a few more steps." The coachman said carefully.
In the words, he tied the Nightmare Horse aside.
As if he noticed Wang Yan's doubts, he said a little embarrassedly: "The bronze cart and the Nightmare Horse are both from the company. I am only responsible for pulling the carts, and can only be used when working in the city and cannot be taken out of the city."
Wang Yan nodded slightly, "I can understand."
When he walked out of the city, his brows subconsciously frowned.
Outside the city, it is extremely desolate.
There is a rich black breath spreading between the void, which contains the meaning of corrosion.
There seemed to be blood-colored mottled on the earth.
There are all pieces of flesh and blood on the mountain rocks. Even though they are weathered, you can still feel the hideousness.
"You are living in such an environment?" Wang Yan spoke slowly.
The coachman coughed gently and smiled bitterly: "Yes. This is already very good. After all, if you want to live in the city, you need to pay a living fund of 6,500 points per month. In addition to the cost of renting a house, we ordinary people cannot afford it.
.”
As he spoke, he coughed twice in succession, and even coughed up blood.
"Sorry, God is a messenger. I, I have no respiratory diseases, and I have no infectious diseases. You can rest assured. I, I have just been in the city for too long, and I can't bear the air in the outer city for a while.
After adapting for a while, I will be fine." There was infinite humility in the coachman's smile.
Wang Yan pursed his lips slightly and said calmly: "Then you should believe in the Primitive Heavenly King. After all, one of the incarnations of that god is the Emperor of Humanity. The Emperor of Humanity wants the people to be safe, the people are healthy, and all living beings are like
dragon."
"Not being suppressed by the holy, nor being harmed by evil spirits! It is impossible to worship the gods in the sky, and cannot kneel down to worship the evil demons in purgatory. The human race stands on its own in the world and becomes self-reliant. This is the great way for the human emperor."
"In today's world, there is a country named Tang Dynasty! It is a world of humanity, a glorious world! A world of equality for all beings!"
The coachman was excited and yearned for his infinite desire, and couldn't help but say excitedly: "This is the Human Emperor? The incarnation of the Primitive Heavenly King?"
This is what he dreamed of!!
Neither the Holy See when God was still there or the Holy See who is now under the leadership of the Archangel Michael, they did not care about their ordinary people.
However, this human emperor cares about them!
His eyes are not only in the sky, but also on the earth.
"God's messenger, here."
When he reached the huge embankment, the coachman suddenly opened his mouth.
Wang Yan frowned slightly.
This is the lower reaches of the river and the downstream outlet for urban industrial wastewater discharge.
In the distance, there is still a vaguely visible iron smelting factory with thick smoke.
What to do here?
"Sir God's envoy, our village is here, please follow me." The coachman carefully climbed up the embankment and walked down the path next to it.
Then, what reflected Wang Yan's eyes was a dirty but extremely neat village.
Very distorted and strange.
There are distorted telephone poles everywhere in the village, and many wires are wrapped around.
The inside is full of boxes, and debris splashed down from time to time.
That is discarded industrial waste.
"This is how the village is, and it makes the Gods laugh." The coachman rubbed his hands, feeling quite nervous while speaking.
It seems to be worried about something.
"Do you live here?" Wang Yan spoke slowly and stepped straight into the villages.
In his eyes, the black breath that spreads here could be clearly captured.
That is the fusion of evil spirits, the meaning of the underworld, and the fusion of industrial waste gas.
For ordinary people, it is severely damaged.
"I am already the third generation. In today's world, there are not many places to stay after the catastrophe. Although it is dirty and messy, I can still live after cleaning up." The coachman said slowly.
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In front of a dilapidated house, the two stopped.
This is a repaired house, full of tires and wires.
"Here, Lord God. This is my residence. The place is small and the environment is not as good as the city. Please take care of it." The coachman said very carefully.
Wang Yan's eyes looked at the river in the distance.
There were a lot of plastic garbage floating on it, and huge copper pipes aimed at the river, and dirty industrial waste poured into it wildly.
The rich and pungent smell spreads instantly.
"Mr. Volt, who is this?"
The young man who was doing handicrafts came up with Wang Yan, who was out of place here.
"This is the God Envoy." The coachman quickly introduced.
God's messenger?
At this moment, many residents on both sides were extremely alert.
The young man subconsciously held the steel wrench in his hand.
"Mr. Volt, are you being bewitched? We know that your daughter is so sick, but the Evil God Church will never believe it. Those guys are the real ogres." The old man on the side dissuaded.
"Everyone, listen to me. This is a true messenger, a messenger like a pastor of the Holy See, and is definitely not a believer of the evil gods. He is here." The coachman thought about continuing to explain, but was stopped by Wang Yan.
He pushed open the door and walked to the window covered with shabby newspapers.
The girl lay quietly on the bed, her face pale and blood-colored, and she could only breathe a little breath.
"Industrial pollution, evil spirits, and the aura of evil spirits."
Wang Yan's eyes froze slightly, and he slowly raised his hand.
In an instant, a fresh and green lotus bloomed in the void, and was full of vitality and was washed away.
Above the withered earth, there is a faint green grass growing.
The breeze swept through, vitality spread, and the rich power of life burst out!
"This is a miracle!"
The young man holding the wrench was trembling, shocked.
The breeze blows, and the huge village is shrouded in green. There are branches growing on the dead trees, and the earth is fragrant and grassy!
Hundreds of people in the village were all kneeling on the ground in shock.
This is a real miracle!
"Woo--"
A light and weak sound followed, originating from the girl on the hospital bed.
Between her eyes, her face began to flush with the naked eye!!
"Life is restored and disease is dispelled. As long as it is sufficient to create, she will be able to walk in three days." Wang Yan stopped gently and spoke with a faint smile.
"Do, thank you God! Thank you God!" The coachman said tremblingly, burst into tears with excitement!
His daughter finally woke up!!
"God, Lord God, which god are you following?" the young man knelt down and asked with great devoutness.
Wang Yan smiled faintly and said solemnly and solemnly: "Primitive King!!"
He put his hands together and said devoutly: "This is an ancient god from the East, the supreme god comparable to God! He can do everything, he is merciful, and he has the intention of saving the world! His incarnation is
His Majesty the Emperor who practices the supreme holy path and magnifies the virtues of the human race!"
"The Emperor of Humanity is the Emperor of Humanity, governs all peoples and saves the people from water and fire!"
"I am here today to spread the word of God and to attract believers."
As Wang Yan said, he slowly raised his hand, hundreds of golden lotus bloomed in the void, and many golden garlands fell.
The meaning of holy burst out and completely dispels the haze here.
The light shone down, and everyone felt extremely warm, which was endless comfort.
"Everyone, are you willing to follow the Primitive King with me?" (End of this chapter)