pjbooks Chapter 19 Praise the Pope! Change Forever!
Chapter 19 Praise the Pope! Change Forever!
Cheng Yong stood in front of a dimly lit and empty hall converted from an old warehouse. On each side were three stone altars with bonfires burning on them.
The flickering firelight illuminated his face, casting intermittent shadows.
This place was originally just a stronghold of one of the gangs, but it has now been turned into the headquarters of the Reformation Church.
This was also the first time Cheng Yong had tasted the power!
Just because of his words, tens of thousands of members of the Florida mob mobilized and transformed the filthy warehouse into the pilgrimage site it is today in just one hour.
With Cheng Yong's arrival, the previously noisy gangsters instantly fell silent.
These menacing fellows of the past were now as meek as lambs of God, staring at him with empty yet devout eyes.
Cheng Yong took a deep breath, opened his arms, and activated his supernatural power. The cold and strange energy surged through his veins.
"Brothers...no! Sons of Change!"
"Look at the world around you! It's sick! It's rotting..."
"But I must tell you, the corrupt old world is about to end! Do you see those blood-red numbers in the sky? That is divine revelation..."
"The end is nigh, only great change can save humanity from its depravity..."
A strange power, accompanied by whispers, echoed through the warehouse.
The emptiness in the eyes of the gang members in the audience was gradually replaced by fervor.
"You are the first children of change!"
Finally, Cheng Yong's speech reached its climax, and the entire warehouse was enveloped in a frenzied atmosphere.
The gangsters below the stage roared in a chaotic and frenzied manner.
"Doomsday! Doomsday!"
"Change! Change!"
"Long live the Pope!"
Amidst the overwhelming shouts, Cheng Yong closed his eyes in rapture.
In a dimension unseen by him, the malice and emotions permeating the warehouse transformed into streams of energy that flowed into his body!
Feeling the power growing wildly within him, Cheng Yong smiled with satisfaction. He could almost see the whole world kneeling before him!
"Alright! Now you can go to the wealthy areas to preach! Let them experience the beliefs of the Reformation Church!"
……
The coastline on the other side.
A figure suddenly leaped out of the sea, sending up a spray of water.
It was a wish.
He naturally didn't have any clothes; his own clothes had been left on the coast of Great Xia.
However, it's a minor issue.
He randomly picked a gang member in the alley who was about the same size as him.
After a friendly exchange, the other party very voluntarily gave Xu Yuan all the clothes and money he had on him.
With the money in hand, Xu Yuan went to the nearest shopping mall and bought a well-fitting suit.
decent!
When traveling, one must not disgrace the people of Great Xia.
Xu Yuan took out his phone again.
Da Xia time 13:00
It took half as long to get to the United States as I had anticipated!
It's been less than five hours since we set off!
I wonder if Bevy is awake or not...
The thought flashed through Xu Yuan's mind for a moment, and he quickly put it out of his mind.
The important thing is to get down to business.
Take out your phone and turn on navigation.
We are now less than five kilometers away from Cheng Yong's location!
go!
However, since she was in the city, Xu Yuan hailed a taxi on the roadside to go to her destination.
"Hello, please go to this address."
But when Xu Yuan handed the address to the driver, his previously nonchalant attitude instantly turned into respectful and even... fawning?
"Sir, this is the address of the Reformation Church. You are...?"
Make a wish: ?
What the hell is the Reformation Church?
Did Cheng Yong convert to a religion after fleeing to this place?
However, to avoid Cheng Yong running away, Xu Yuan gave an ambiguous answer.
"Find someone you know."
Well, it wouldn't be wrong to say we're acquaintances.
"Yes, sir." The driver's expression immediately became even more respectful. "Since you are acquainted with the Reformation Church, you are our most honored guest. It is my honor to serve you. I will take you there free of charge."
Make a wish: ...
Why does this Reformation sect hold such a high position here?
Is this Cheng Yong's trump card?
In less than twenty minutes, the taxi arrived at its destination—a warehouse.
But Xu Yuan frowned, his face devoid of any smile.
Even before he entered the warehouse, he sensed an unusually familiar aura outside the warehouse!
The aura of that gaunt old man in my dream who called himself the "God of Wisdom and Hope"!
The aura was so strong that it even rushed into his nasal cavity!
This is a huge problem!
The power of the four "gods" he had beaten to the ground in his dream had actually seeped into reality.
A chill ran down my spine, but I quickly suppressed it with an even stronger determination.
Moreover, Cheng Yong's bounty is three million!
The three million reward is enough for his sister to attend a private high school for several years, enough to relieve Mr. Xu of any worries about making a living.
Not to mention the "God of Wisdom and Hope" who is tortured by himself in his dreams every day.
Even Jesus couldn't stop him, I'm telling you!
He straightened his suit collar and strode toward the warehouse door.
"Halt! Heretic! This is the holy land of reform! State your purpose!" A hooded guard stepped forward and shouted sternly, his hand already on the bulge at his waist.
"I'm looking for Cheng Yong." Xu Yuan said calmly, as if she were asking about a trivial matter.
"Blasphemy! How dare you call the Pope by his real name!" The guard instantly flew into a rage, his face contorted with a morbid fanaticism. Without any hesitation, he yanked out his pistol, aimed it at Xu Yuan's forehead, and pulled the trigger!
"Bang!"
The Pope? Cheng Yong?
How are these two words connected?
Gunshots shattered the silence of the neighborhood.
The other two guards also seemed to have had their killing switch flipped, and simultaneously raised their guns and fired!
"Bang! Bang!"
Three scorching bullets, arranged in a triangular pattern, shot towards Xu Yuan's face.
but……
Useless!
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
The bullet struck Xu Yuan's forehead, as if it had hit some kind of indestructible alloy, deforming instantly before falling to the ground with a soft thud.
Xu Yuan stood still, without moving an inch. Not even a white mark was left on his forehead.
The scene fell into a deathly silence.
The three guards stared wide-eyed, their fanaticism freezing on their faces, turning into utter horror and... bewilderment!
They had only ever seen such inhuman sights when the Pope performed "miracles"!
"Now..." Xu Yuan's voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority, "Can you take me to see Cheng Yong now?"
After a brief silence, the horror in the eyes of the three guards was replaced by an even more twisted madness!
"Divine revelation is real!"
"The end of the world has come, the demons have descended!"
"Kill him!"
Immediately, the three Reformists raised their guns again and began firing at Xu Yuan.
Just then, the gunshot also attracted the other Reformists inside the warehouse.
Their faces were filled with fanaticism as they pulled out all sorts of weapons from their bodies—pistols, submachine guns, and even automatic rifles!
"Kill this heretic!"
"Demon Slayer!!"
Gunfire erupted immediately.
"Stubborn and obstinate."
The last bit of patience in Xu Yuan's eyes was exhausted.
In his line of sight, the bullets coming at him seemed to be in slow motion.
To avoid his suit being smashed, Xu Yuan stomped on the ground.
"boom!"
A hole suddenly appeared in the ground, but Xu Yuan's figure had already disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was already in the crowd.
A powerful punch was thrown out!
"Pfft!"
The upper body of a believer exploded like a watermelon smashed by a tremendous force!
Blood, flesh, and entrails mixed with bone fragments splattered outwards in a radial pattern, staining the surrounding companions bloody!
Before the blood and flesh could fall, Xu Yuan's figure disappeared again.
"Pfft!"
Another body exploded!
Despite the constant casualties, the Reformists present showed no fear. Instead, they became even more frenzied and tried to attack Xu Yuan, completely disregarding the possibility of bullets hitting other believers!
"Praise be to the Pope! May change endure forever!"
Some believers even took out a grenade from their pocket, pulled the pin, and tried to rush up and die together with Xu Yuan!
"boom!"
A violent explosion rang out, and flames and debris engulfed the area.
However, Xu Yuan's figure had already appeared on the other side!
The cultists who committed suicide only destroyed a group of their own comrades, scattering limbs and broken bodies. The wounded on the ground still stared at Xu Yuan with fanatical eyes, muttering slogans of change.
Even Xu Yuan felt a chill run down his spine when he saw this scene!
Cheng Yong...
What kind of drug did this guy give these people?
Xu Yuan stepped expressionlessly across the crimson ground and pushed open the warehouse door.
Inside the doorway, the space was empty and dimly lit.
Only at the far end of the warehouse, the bonfires burning on a few stone altars cast flickering shadows.
Where the firelight focused, on a makeshift platform, Cheng Yong sat in a large chair, wearing a ridiculous and bizarre self-made "papal robe".
He looked down at Xu Yuan from his high position, his face showing no panic, but rather a playful, cat-and-mouse attitude, and an almost divine indifference.
"I'm surprised you actually dared to come, and even killed so many of my followers."
"but……"
That's all for now!