Chapter 562 Debate
Chapter 562 Debate
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Fearful sobs and devout prayers rang out around the altar. The impending disaster did not cause people to flee; instead, everyone began to bow their heads and praise "Truly the Creator," asking Him to forgive their sins.
Two members of the "Aurora Society" ascended the altar in full view of everyone and knelt respectfully toward the center of the altar. Immediately afterwards, a phantom door made of starlight suddenly appeared in that direction, and a man dressed in a magnificent black robe held the door frame and walked out from it.
He had long, curly black hair, a gloomy face, and pale skin; he was none other than "Mr. Z" himself!
As expectedâjust as Tangara City had predictedâthe aurora possessed some means of teleportation.
It is unclear whether this "teleportation" originated from "Mr. Z" himself, who was a "shepherd" and a "traveler," or from the Aurora Society saint who assisted him. If it was the latter, then it can be almost certain that the saint behind the scenes was the traitorous Abraham family student, the "Mysterious Saint" Butis.
Thinking about it this way, in that collective rebellion of Abraham, the highest-ranking member was only "the traveler" Boutis.
After that, the Abraham family likely found it difficult to cultivate "travelers," and the "recorder" Miss Magician was already their most valued student of the new generationâ
At that time, "Mr. Z" had obviously not yet been promoted to "shepherd" and would not have had the opportunity to find the chance to herd "travelers" during that rebellion.
Furthermore, there is no other force in the world that controls the "gateway." Even if the traitors who plundered the Abraham family were promoted to "travelers" in the Aurora Society, they could not be used to herd livestock for "Mr. Z." After all, a living "traveler" is far more useful than a few skills that are used as "Mr. Z."
However, we cannot rule out other methods, such as acquiring a magical item that corresponds to the "Traveler" traitâ
Chloe saw all of this and kept it in mind.
"Mr. Z" stood in the center of the altar, arms outstretched, looking arrogantly at the crowd below. He considered them lambs shepherded by the Creator:
"Repent! Your original sin!"
Upon hearing the "messenger of God" speak, the believers below the stage began to worship.
They couldn't see the distant tsunami slowly but steadily encroaching on the city, but they felt the power of the earthquake. Faced with natural disasters, ordinary people only felt fear.
Mr. Z spoke passionately about the Creator's blessings upon humanity, about mortals' ingratitude, and about the sins that humans are born with:
"Enjoy it, enjoy the Creator's last gift. Your lives were given by Him, and they should be taken back by Him. Mortals will pay the price for their arrogance!"
"The flood will engulf everything in the world, and only the faithful will be savedâso I ask you, are you faithful? Are you worthy of being saved?"
The rebuke from the "messenger of the gods" echoed throughout every corner of the altar, amidst cries, praises, and prayers.
"You seek refuge out of fear, not faithâyet how many remain indifferent? Of those present, how many are even a tenth? How can you convince the Lord of your piety?"
"No, messenger of God, please save us!" "Lord, punish those blasphemers!" "I am about to purge those stubborn heretics for the Lord, please grant me permission!"
"Enough!"
At that moment, a childish yet sharp voice suddenly rang out on the altar.
Chloe crushed the talisman in her hand, and with a gust of wind, she flew directly from the terrace over the outer wall of the altar, over the heads of the crowd, and landed on the altar, facing "Mr. Z".
Two waiters tried to step forward to stop him, but were stopped by "Mr. Z," who seemed to have plenty of time to spare.
He still looked at the suddenly appearing girl with arrogance, showing no sign of panic:
"What? You see the lambs being saved through faith, and you don't want it?"
"Do you want to destroy all of this, destroy the home you've built?"
Upon hearing this, the believers below the altar visibly panicked:
"Get out of here! You mustn't disobey the divine messenger!" "Oh no, it's all overâLord, forgive usâ" "Divine messenger, get rid of her quickly!"
Chloe looked around and sneered:
"You really believed his words? You really believed that this so-called 'true creator' would save you?"
"I've been dealing with the Aurora Society for much longer than you have. Let's not talk about how many bad things this Mr. Z has done in other places, since you can't really understand it anyway. Let's talk about yourselves now. Think about your parents, think about ten or twenty years ago, and even your whole lives. What have you gained? Wasn't it all created and obtained through your own hard work?"
"And what has the so-called messenger of God before you brought?"
"He said that everything you have earned through your own labor is a gift from God. Since that's the case, your worship and praise of God should result in Him bestowing even more and making your lives better. But what have you seen now? The so-called 'messengers of God' have brought only destructionâdestruction of everything you already possessed!"
"Insolence!" "Blasphemyâ" On the altar, two members of the Aurora Society made a move to grab her.
But "Mr. Z" still raised his hand to stop them on the altar, and the "shepherd" also needed to declare his position and claims.
"All things in the world are derived from the Creator, so how can you claim ownership?" Mr. Z said confidently. "It is the Creator's mercy to let you possess them; taking back what originally belonged to Him is His undeniable power."
"See that? That's the god you worship!" Chloe pointed towards the sea and shouted, "Did you feel the earthquake just now? Look at all this ruins around us, and the devastating tsunami is approaching in the distance. That's the god you worship now!"
"Can't you see clearly now? Do you still have illusions about the mercy of the evil god? Even if the tsunami is stopped, if you return to your home, you will only see ruins. You and your family will be left with nothing but a worthless life. If you want to return to your former life, you will have to rely on your own labor. But the evil god you believe in will only use piety as an excuse to take back his blessings time and time again, making your labor return to nothing!"
"Can't you see it? The evil god you worship only brings destruction!"
Mr. Z raised his voice:
"All people are sinners! Everything you have is a gift from the Lord!"
"What's ridiculous is that he also says you are guilty! Look at yourselves, you've become so devout, yet the evil god still won't give up on punishing you! If you willingly accept punishment, then you'll suffer endless punishment!"
Chloe suddenly raised her hand and covered her neckâthere was bright red blood streaming down her face, as if she had been cut open by an invisible blade.
"Stop." "Z-xian" finally couldn't help but move, looking around coldly, "The sin of blasphemyâshe is the first to be punished."
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Chapter 563 The Catastrophe of Flesh and Blood
Chloe certainly wouldn't have her life ended so easily by wind blades; it was all a performance, a show for the audience. The one who made the first move was the "divine messenger" in their eyes.
In one-on-one ideological and verbal disputes, whoever escalates the conflict to physical confrontation first is the one lacking in confidence.
The believers, who had initially been swayed by Chloe's words and were beginning to have doubts, fell silent in fear upon seeing the girl's ordeal. This only made them more ashen-faced and more convinced of Chloe's story.
The idea that the "divine messenger" who never showed his face was actually a ruthless killer had already taken root in everyone's minds.
At that moment, Chloe's figure suddenly shattered and slowly reappeared on the other side of the stage.
She calmly continued to look at "Mr. Z," raising her voice:
"And this is their punishment! They can't even effectively punish my ridiculous sins. Are you still afraid of such a divine messenger, afraid of such an evil god?"
"Just pray to any righteous god; it's far more effective than this 'True Creator'! All disasters and tsunamis are caused by this 'divine messenger'âjust wait and see, I will personally stop the cultists' chaos!"
"Shut up!" "Insolence!"
Mr. Z's two henchmen knew they wouldn't be stopped by their leader this time. They had long disliked the girl, and immediately drew a cold, shadowy short sword from beneath their black robes, leaping up to slash at Chloe.
Chloe leaped lightly backward, and the two men in black robes immediately pounced into the invisible spiderweb. Silent black flames rose from the web, and the two men screamed in agony as their flesh melted away.
Click!
Two ice spears, emitting a chilling aura, pierced through the two men and pinned them to the altar.
In just one glance, Mr. Z's two assistants on the altar were pronounced dead.
"Mr. Z, I've dealt with a lot of trouble caused by your face, but this is the first time I've faced you in person." Chloe slowly drew a sharp, iron-black straight sword from her canvas backpack and plunged it vertically into the ground as if slicing butter. "Today, it will witness your judgment."
Below the altar, the crowd witnessed this inhuman battle and hurriedly retreated, keeping their distance from the fight between the superhumans.
Mr. Z's eyes were filled with annoyance.
The Lord has revealed that there will be twists and turns and obstacles on the road ahead, which must be overcome by Himself.
How could such a perfectly good ceremony be ruined like this?
"You should repent!"
"Mr. Z" roared in a low voice, and a gale surged around him, with invisible wind blades immediately striking Chloe.
The ability to be "favored by the wind"âthis is one.
Chloe had already made her judgment. The gale before the wind blade arrived made her body float lightly backward. Then, she used the spider silk that was pulling her up to flip upward, dodging the wind blade, and landed steadily on the spot.
In mid-air, she casually drew two pistols, and as soon as she landed, she sprayed the bullets containing purifying power at "Mr. Z", emptying the magazine in two or three seconds.
Upon seeing this, "Mr. Z" immediately vomited a lump of flesh covered in short hair. This lump of flesh formed a cloak, blocking the bullets in front of him, and sizzled under the influence of the divine light as it gradually melted away.
But this expenditure didn't faze "Mr. Z." He raised his hand behind him and clenched it; instantly, several of the closest believers exploded in a bloody mass without warning. The flesh and blood, mixed with fragments of hair and skin, formed a viscous waterfall that flew towards the altar. Some of it replenished the cloak of flesh and blood, while others spilled onto the ground, becoming part of the altar itself.
Mr. Z took out an unknown powder from his pocket and sprinkled it on the flesh and blood. Soon, the flesh and blood began to boil, sprouting deep red seedlings and wriggling vines.
What kind of ability is this? Chloe frowned slightly, cautiously refraining from moving forward.
Smack! Smack!
"Mr. Z" raised his hand again, and many believers exploded into a cloud of blood mist. Their bodies were thrown into the pool of flesh and blood on the altar, becoming nourishment for the growth of evil vines and trees.
The eerie vines and trees gradually grew, protecting "Mr. Z" within them.
Oh noâover the past few months, the Aurora Society must have planted a lot of poison on its followers. With so many people gathered here, it's practically a mobile flesh and blood bank for "Mr. Z".
Perhaps they had seen the true face of the Aurora Society, or perhaps the threat before them was far greater than the tsunami that was still moving in their direction. Driven by the instinct for survival, the believers gathered around the altar cried out and tried to get away from "Mr. Z", and chaos ensued.
Looking at the crowd of people below the stage, Chloe felt a chill in her heart.
Just like facing the Nash family's army of dead souls in a cemetery, Chloe will be at a complete disadvantage among the gathered true believers of the Creator!
Black flames rose around Chloe, and along with her ice spear, she sent out the "Demon Clown Card" that was burning with magma light.
The vines and trees had grown to the height of two people. Just as the black flames and ice spears were about to touch the pool of flesh, the wildly growing vines seemed to sense the danger and swung them to knock the ice spears down. The fleshy mass covered with short hair and skin caught the black flames.
The "Demon Clown" card's slashes were equally ineffective; after only a few spins, it was captured by the viscous flesh and blood, and then fell silent, submerged in the pool of blood and flesh.
Whoosh whoosh!
"Mr. Z," supported by vines, stood atop the canopy of the eerie tree, looking down upon it. A fierce wind surged again, and wind blades slashed towards Chloe.
This, of course, posed no threat to Chloe. Easily dodging the attack, Chloe looked up at "Mr. Z," chuckled, and said:
"What? Do you think standing a little higher will demonstrate your authority? Don't you think you're moving further away from 'punishing' me for my crimes?"
Mr. Z ignored him, clasped his hands together, and gazed into the distance:
"Repent! The fifth plague has comeâonly through devotion can salvation be found; it is not too late to repent now!"
The tsunami had already appeared in his field of vision, no longer just a barely noticeable black line.
Click!
A flash of silvery lightning streaks across the dark clouds on the horizon, foreshadowing an impending storm and disaster.
Chloe stepped into the still-growing pool of fleshâbut the dancing vines lashed out at her mercilessly, blocking her path.
It seemed that Chloe was ignoring the opposition and focusing on orchestrating the disasterâthat's how she decided. But instead of trying to dodge the vines' attack, she used the spider silk to pull herself upwards in pursuit.
At that moment, Chloe caught a glimpse of the tree roots' flesh gradually solidifying, transforming into rough, barbed skin etched with eerie patterns.
The eerie symbols faintly glowed with a dark red magma light, exuded a sulfurous aura, and gradually spread towards the treetop.
The "Demon Clown Card" buried in the pool of flesh and blood has begun to corrupt it; Chloe doesn't need to lift a finger, "Mr. Z" will come down on his own.
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