Demon Change the Earth

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In a secret manor in the northern suburbs of Jiangcheng, there is an endless stream of people coming from all over the province these days.

Due to too many people, the manor couldn't accommodate them, so they were secretly placed in the surrounding valleys.

In several valleys, large-scale campsites have been built, and in one after another of simple tents, there are believers who came here with pious beliefs, waiting to witness a great moment.

Twenty-four thousand six hundred and sixteen people.

This is the limit that the Truth Cult can gather after more than half a month of mobilization.

Jiangcheng was the closest, but the number of mobilized believers was the fewest, only a few hundred people.

This situation greatly exceeded the expectations of the sacrificial group, and it also made the chief priest in charge of missionary affairs in Jiangcheng feel great pressure.

Believers are capital, and believers are the right to speak.

The officiant, who had issued a special mission to Wang Fei, was in a bad mood. He had just finished a preparatory meeting when he heard the news that his trainee priest had been arrested.

"Zhu Ming!?"

"And that Wang Fei!"

The officiant is still mysterious, even if he sees his cronies, they are all dressed in black and hooded, their faces looming in the darkness.

"So the mission failed, they have already noticed!?"

"It should be... and him, who has been promoted to Sequence 6, the news just came from Jiangcheng!"

"Is that so...that's a pity!"

Waving his hand to signal his cronies to leave, the officiant stood alone for a long time, when suddenly, furiously, he pushed the lamp stand in front of him, and with a bang, the candles on it splashed everywhere.

Dangerous flames were ignited in the tent, and the maid carefully poked her head in, but he shouted angrily, "Get out!"

The maid quickly retreated outside in fright, and the officiant waved the wide sleeves at the flames in the room, extinguishing the flames that had just ignited.

Damn it, damn it!

The officiant was angry not only with Wang Fei's mission, but also with the number of believers who came this time.

Jiangcheng has always been the focus of the work of the Holy See. Who knows, at the moment of the final inspection of the results, it has become the most backward area.

After devoting so much resources and energy, what he got was such a result, which naturally dissatisfied all the members of the sacrificial group, and he naturally became the object of blame and criticism.

If it wasn't for the fact that the "God's Fate" was still there and showed no sign of weakening, he, the priest, would fall into the abyss beyond redemption.

Venting the violent smoldering fire in his heart, the priest calmed himself down.

Then realized the root of the problem was there.

The citizens of Jiangcheng can be said to be well-informed. Being in the base camp of the Sequencers, the resorts and landscapes are close at hand. The more they know, the less likely they are to develop pious beliefs.

On the contrary, those remote and poorly informed areas, because of the turbulence of the new era and the retrogression of life, have produced more fear, confusion and bewilderment, and only have the soil and environment for faith to take root.

The ancient scriptures of the sages all said that the people can learn from it, but not know it. It can be seen that the more they know, the more complicated their minds will be, and the more they will lose their awe, which will add a lot of trouble and difficulties out of thin air.

He secretly remembered this lesson, and planned to change the mode of preaching in the future, and pay more attention to the lower classes of society, especially those who are struggling and frustrated.

But these are distant waters, and cannot save near thirsty.

The reality is, High Mass is about to begin!

This is the first step for the Creator to wake up, and it is extremely important. The Holy See has been preparing and operating in the dark for a long time.

In the early morning of the next day, campsites in several valleys woke up from their slumber, and the gathering of tens of thousands of people caused quite a commotion.

For this reason, the shading circles in several valleys produced a large amount of smoke, which always enveloped the upper airspace to shield the sight from above.

In the surrounding area, a large number of people were also arranged to form a vast shielding area to isolate the inside and outside.

But none of these measures can last, and the High Mass is already imperative.

The priest has finished washing,

Vented the excessive energy in the morning on the maid, walked into the midst of his believers with all kindness and intimacy, and started the daily morning class.

Melodious bells sounded in the valley, and tens of thousands of people knelt in front of their respective priests, facing the badges they held high, and prayed silently.

"Almighty Creator Lord, merciful Heavenly Father, you are the source of everything, you are the starting point of life, you are the ruler of all worlds and all things, you hold science with one hand, and path sequences with the other..."

After the morning class, tens of thousands of people relaxed and started cooking. The sound of laughter and the sound of children chasing and playing chased away the solemn atmosphere just now.

Among these people, there is such a young man.

He came back from the morning class very reluctantly, and when he heard some strange noises in the tent, he kicked the door panel outside the tent heavily, alarming the people inside.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a priest's black robe came out, gave him a hard look, and walked away from him.

With a blank expression on his face, the boy opened the door curtain and went in. He saw that his mother, who still had a charm, hadn't straightened the clothes on her chest.

"Biaozi is back!? How was the morning class?"

The boy didn't look at her, he hummed, and dragged out the rice bag from the corner, ready to cook.

"Biaozi, come here, let's talk!"

"say what!?"

"come over!"

The boy could only walk over, lower his head, and stand in front of his mother.

The mother, who was in her early forties and seemed to be only about 30, stared at her stubborn son, sighed, and said, "Your father has already left, and our mother and I have to find someone to rely on..."

"Then you shouldn't find a magic stick. You don't know who he is, a famous bum, who has been in the classroom and eaten in prison!"

"That's all in the past, and things are different now."

"I don't believe that what kind of world would let such a person be in power!"

"He is not promising now, he has become a priest!?"

"Bah, what kind of bullshit is it to make such a person a priest..."

The mother turned pale with fright, and quickly covered her son's mouth with quick eyes and hands, her face turned pale with fright, her lips trembling, "You, you son of a bitch, dare to say anything nonsense!?"

The young man was not afraid at all, he stubbornly broke away from his mother's hand, and said bitterly: "This is a cult, what kind of people do you see, how many are normal, and how many are good? Mom, let's go, I can't stay in this place anymore, no matter how hard I try, I can't develop any ghost beliefs."

"you you……"

"My master said that, except for the 15 pathway sects, all the gods under other banners are false gods, banned by the state, breaking the law, and the sequencers are also shouted and beaten by everyone."

"...Don't you want to be a sequencer?"

"That's the way to go!"

"On the right way, do we have a chance? Just say that your master has been running errands for others for so long? When will he become a sequencer? Biaozi, Mom doesn't want you to be a sequencer, but only wants you to be safe. If In the past, no matter how difficult your mother was, she would still help you study and improve, and you would never remarry if you disagreed. But the world has changed, it has changed, the government can no longer control so much, it is so fine!"

"...Anyway, I just want to leave, I don't want to stay here anymore...and tonight's mass, I'm not going, I'm going to you!"

"Biaozi, Biaozi!!"

The boy opened the tent angrily and left. He didn't know that tonight would be a turning point in everyone's fate, including his, especially his.