MMB Chapter 144 Please tell God that if you want to preach, you have to pay.
Chapter 144 Please tell God that if you want to preach, you have to pay.
"Please, all of you, prepare to die!"
Lin Fan said this very casually.
But to Abraham and his five companions, it sounded like a judgment from the deepest hell.
As he finished speaking, there was no unnecessary chatter or any pre-cast animation for skills.
The restless hellish creatures around them seemed to have lost all restraint at this moment.
Roar--!
Countless hissing sounds tore through the air.
Countless hideous hellish creatures swarmed forward like locusts.
Faced with this horde of hellish creatures, the Holy Light Shield that Abraham had been supporting began to ripple.
Even though the hellish creatures in front were annihilated by the holy light, those behind them remained fearless and continued to charge forward.
Under such circumstances, it was only a matter of time before the holy light shield shattered.
"Shit! Have these monsters gone mad?"
Abraham gripped the black book tightly with both hands, his face contorted in a grimace, his wide eyes bloodshot.
He doesn't want to die.
He holds a high position in the church, enjoys the worship of the world and top-notch resources, and he still has plenty of time to enjoy it.
He also has a beautiful wife at home...
"God said, 'Let there be light!'"
The thought that after his death, all his glory and his beautiful young wife would belong to someone else...
He could no longer hold back, and roared hysterically, squeezing out the last bit of holy power from his body.
Suddenly, the black book squeezed out a few more wisps of golden light, attempting to reinforce the shield.
however.
If he were at his peak, perhaps he could rely on this sacred artifact to sustain himself for a while.
But at this very moment...
In this dark red world filled with filth and decadent rules,
His holy light was like a candle flickering in the wind; it was swallowed up by the surrounding darkness before it could even ignite.
Click!
Finally, after struggling to hold on, a crisp cracking sound rang out.
The five people's expressions changed instantly.
The shield shattered.
Their last barrier has disappeared.
"No--!"
The muscular old man looked terrified.
next second.
Before anyone could react, a gargoyle, entirely black with barbed claws, swooped down from the sky.
Instead of attacking Abraham at the front, it precisely seized the already severely injured, muscular old man.
The sharp claws instantly pierced the old man's shoulder.
puff!
Blood splattered.
Spread your wings and soar high!
The next moment, the muscular old man was lifted directly into the air.
"Help me! Help me..."
The muscular old man instinctively cried for help, but before he could finish speaking, another flock of strange birds with fleshy wings surrounded him.
Next second,
A cloud of blood mist suddenly erupted in the air.
At the same time, there was a sickening chewing sound. The muscular old man died without even leaving a complete corpse, and was devoured by this group of hungry monsters.
Pieces of tattered black robes drifted lightly to the ground at everyone's feet.
It was still stained with warm blood.
"Fourth brother!!!"
The old man with the sword had eyes wide open in fury as he brandished the light sword that flickered on and off, trying to charge forward and fight to the death.
But as soon as he took a step, he tripped over the ground.
He subconsciously looked down and saw countless pale, ghostly hands reaching out from the ground, gripping his ankles tightly.
"Get out of here! You filthy thing!"
He roared and swung his sword.
The ghost hand broke off, oozing black pus and blood.
But that didn't work at all.
Cut one off, and ten more will sprout.
In the blink of an eye, he was dragged to the ground by the ghostly hand and then completely engulfed by the surging tide of monsters.
In less than ten seconds.
Of the five elders of the Tribunal, two have already passed away.
This scene not only terrified the remaining three people, but was also presented to a global audience through the intermittent live broadcast signal.
……
Inside the White Palace, in the United States.
A deathly silence.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the bloody scene on the big screen, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
"This...this is the legendary Tribunal!"
A general spoke, his voice dry and trembling.
"That was Abraham! One of the men said to be closest to God! And they were just slaughtered like chickens?"
Although the others did not speak, their pale faces said it all.
It’s over.
It's all over.
This loss is not only for the US, but also for the church.
Even those present could foresee the church's subsequent reckoning.
At that time, they will all likely be held accountable.
same,
They now have a complete understanding of the black-scaled monster.
This monster is completely beyond their technological capabilities to contend with.
Of course, these are not the most important things.
Most importantly, this scene is being broadcast live online.
"Has the live stream signal still been cut off?"
The American president asked with a grim face.
The technical lead was sweating profusely, his fingers clattering rapidly across the keyboard.
"We can't cut off the signal! Your Excellency, the other side's technical methods are extremely strange; we still haven't been able to trace the signal source!"
The signal source cannot be traced?
Damn it, what kind of trick is this now?
At this moment, the American president just wants to curse.
"Mr. President, the online discourse is now out of control."
Just then, the press secretary came in with a tablet computer, her face looking more like she was about to cry.
"The people...the people are all cheering for that Easterner."
"What?"
The American president incredulously snatched the tablet.
On the screen was the live stream room called "Motel Live Broadcast".
At this moment, the barrage of comments in the live stream was so dense that the screen was completely obscured.
[I love garlic: Holy crap! These special effects are amazing! Those Hollywood guys should be fired!]
[Passerby A: Upstairs, this isn't special effects! It's real! Right here in our own country, my dog barked in that direction for half an hour!]
[King of Keyboard Warriors: Serves you right! You always act all high and mighty, but you've finally met your match! I bet those old men have done plenty of shady things, otherwise, Hell wouldn't have had to personally intervene to take them down!]
[New York Newbie: To be honest, this Asian guy is kind of handsome. Is that move called "scattering beans to create soldiers" in your East?]
[Clerk: God, if this is judgment, then I choose to join the other side.]
Looking at these chaotic comments, the president felt his blood pressure soaring at 180 miles per hour.
They've completely lost face!
The mighty United States, having such a commotion stirred up on its own territory, and all the official response was to watch...
All that's left is to watch!
……
Meanwhile, at the center of the battlefield.
Lin Fan had no idea that he had become a global internet celebrity.
At this moment, he was squatting on the hood of a dilapidated car, watching the desperate struggle before him with great interest.
"I'm telling you, sir."
He shouted to Abraham, who was still struggling to hold on:
"Don't push yourself too hard, aren't you tired?"
"Look at your brothers, how peacefully they passed away."
At this moment, Abraham's magnificent bishop's robe was tattered, and his face was covered in blood and ash. He no longer possessed any of the dignity of a great man.
His last companion had just fallen beside him.
He exhausted the power of holy light and was ultimately bitten in the throat by a three-headed hellhound.
Now, he's the only one left.
"Heretical...you demon..."
Abraham struggled to keep from collapsing, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on Lin Fan with venomous resentment.
"You'll go to hell... God won't let you get away with this..."
"hell?"
Lin Fan, as if he'd heard a joke, pointed around and said, "Isn't this it?"
"As for your master..."
Lin Fan stood up and clapped his hands.
The monsters that had been attacking frantically suddenly stopped.
They formed a circle, trapping Abraham in the middle, emitting low, threatening growls from their throats, but no longer attacked.
This absolute and uncompromising control only fueled Abraham's despair.
This shows that the young man in front of them already has the ability to completely control these monsters.
This is simply a demon walking among humans.
"What are you going to do?" His voice trembled slightly.
"Nothing."
Lin Fan jumped off the hood and slowly walked up to Abraham.
Even though they were several meters apart, Abraham could still feel the suffocating death aura emanating from Lin Fan.
"Since you are God's servant, if you are able to see God, please pass on a message..."
Lin Fan wore his signature harmless smile.
"Tell him that from now on, I'm in charge of this territory."
"If you want to proselytize, you can, but you'll have to pay!"
"otherwise……"