This man is a god!
Bray almost fainted at the sight.
When he finally came to his senses, he quickly led his people forward to clear out the Walkers besieging Shawn.
But it was still too late; even though no flesh was torn away, the Walkers' sharp teeth had bitten through Shawn's skin, leaving deep teeth marks.
Shawn, with half his body burned and half bitten, still held Elynn's hands steadily.
A gentle breeze blew, sweeping away Shawn's tattered upper garment, revealing his strong physique.
Dawn slowly rose from the horizon, shining on Shawn's face, making his expressionless face appear even more sacred.
Seeing Shawn endure the flames and Walkers to rescue their leader from the sea of fire, the Zealots were entranced.
It was a very peculiar feeling; they rarely felt their scalps tingle, as if an invisible pair of fists were violently striking their consciousness.
No one spoke, only Bray, who was the first to kneel.
Like dominoes, everyone except the Supporterss knelt down, bowing their heads, which only bowed for a god.
"He came from the sacred fire."
"He fears no worldly suffering."
"He exchanges his own suffering for the salvation of all beings."
When the only transcendent leader in the human world suffered, He finally appeared.
He has always existed, He has always watched over everyone, He descended to the world in a mortal body.
Some couldn't help but cover their mouths, weeping aloud.
The moment they saw Shawn, it was as if they had already achieved their salvation.
Even if a ten-thousand-foot wave appeared the next second to overturn and drown them, they would not fear.
Bray knelt forward, bowed down, and continuously kissed the tip of Shawn's shoe.
The lingering embers and ashes, mixed with the scent of a god, mesmerized him.
Shawn unceremoniously kicked him aside, then placed the unconscious Elynn before everyone.
With a thought, Antibiotics and painkillers appeared directly in his mouth, taking effect instantly.
Under countless gazes, whether it was the burn wounds or the bite marks from the Walkers on Shawn's body, they rapidly scabbed over in a short amount of time.
The wounds scabbed, and the scabs peeled off, revealing smooth skin beneath; the entire process seemed to take only a dozen seconds.
"This is! This is!!!"
This is a miracle!
The Zealots' breathing quickened; ignoring everything else, they prostrated themselves.
It seemed only by continuously kowtowing could they express the excitement and fervor in their hearts at that moment.
Will they turn into Walkers after being bitten?
Almost no one considered this question.
How could a god turn into those hideous demons?
Absolutely not!
They pushed the still-standing Supporterss to the ground and all knelt, squeezing forward until they surrounded Shawn.
They were like hungry infants, eager to receive a glimmer of divinity from Shawn.
The hot morning sun gradually reflected on the sea, and a seabird glided overhead.
From afar, a sparse crowd of people knelt on the shore, but the scene was unusually quiet.
Shawn gently placed his palm on Bray's head, his gaze sweeping over everyone's faces.
"You've suffered."
A light greeting, yet it touched the last soft spot in the Zealots' hearts, making them unable to restrain themselves and burst into loud sobs.
They raised their heads, beat their chests, and tears streamed down their faces; the emotions suppressed by the drugs were completely released at this moment.
If the leader and the scriptures were the inner demons that clung to them, then Shawn's appearance at this moment was enough to eradicate all evil spirits.
In their worldview, nothing could surpass 'God'.
And now... Shawn is God.
Shawn looked up.
Those kneeling were all Zealots, while those pushed to the edge of the crowd who remained standing, with faces that hadn't brightened because of Shawn's appearance, were all Supporterss.
Here, Shawn intended to exercise his first authority as a god.
He slowly raised his hand, his movements watched by countless Zealots, until Shawn's fingertip pointed directly at the group of Supporterss.
"They are heretics."
Wait?!
Hearing Shawn's words, the Supporterss instinctively took a step back.
Hadn't they previously manipulated the Zealots to accuse other survivors of being heretics and demons?
Why had the situation suddenly changed now?
There were over 200 Zealots gathered in the 'Holy Land'.
However, for the Zealots who had converged from 'North Carolina', this was already a small number.
Hundreds of people stood up with a 'whoosh', and before they could even open their mouths to defend themselves, bullets suddenly flew at them.
Purify corpses with holy fire, save the living with bullets.
These guys, whose spirits transcended their bodies, were always so simple and brutal.
They shielded Shawn and Elynn behind them, while the vanguard had already engaged the Supporterss, smashing them with guns and biting them with their teeth.
They attacked recklessly, trying their best to end the battle quickly and fulfill the god's first 'divine decree'.
The Supporterss, whose bodies were hollowed out by drugs, were even weaker physically than the Zealots who ran all over the state.
They were like an infantry unit charged by heavy cavalry; 200 people were completely swallowed up in just 15 minutes, and the remaining fleeing individuals were found and eliminated one by one.
The Zealots gathered the Supporterss' bodies together, and also sent up a companion whose arm had only been hit by a bullet, planning to burn them on the spot with holy fire.
Shawn quickly stepped forward to stop them, and only when he saw them descend from the pile of corpses did he rub his temples.
"It seems I need to teach them well, otherwise they won't be usable even if brought back; these people's way of thinking and values are no longer normal."
"But the good news is, they only listen to me now."
When the holy fire touched the first corpse, before the flames of the vacation villa had even died down, another towering inferno shot into the sky.
The flames mirrored the hot morning sun in the distance, seemingly proclaiming the start of a new day.
Shawn took out the fentanyl from his backpack, the same ones he had casually taken from the leader's coffee table not long ago.
He called Bray over and handed all these drugs to him.
"Take these drugs and test them on them one by one. Heretics are hidden among us. If anyone reacts strongly to the drugs, execute them all."
Bray agreed and, surrounded by a group of Zealots, began to work on this matter.
Shawn watched his retreating figure, pondering silently.
Zealots are different from Supporters; they are passively injected, and perhaps from their perspective, they may not even know what this substance is.
Now with Shawn present, when their spirits begin to control their bodies, they will not have too strong a reaction to fentanyl.
Only those addicts who actively inject, their wills are weak, and they have no faith to support them.
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