Since The Red Moon Appeared

"The final sacrifice has begun..."

Also before Lu Xin and others left the Nightmare of God, the hell designer who left from the Tinder Building signed the most important document, took a car all the way to the center of Tinder City, and entered a huge underground sanctuary.

Here, without the knowledge of the residents of Tinder City, a huge underground base with an area of ​​over one hundred acres has been built.

There are the most advanced security systems, living facilities, computer control systems, resource reserves, and even entertainment and leisure areas. Countless people have already gathered here, including high-level fire officials and their families, researchers, and the most direct troops.

When the hell designer came to a huge office in the underground protection center, he had already received the data from the fire building, so he walked into the office full of big men in suits and leather shoes with a smile on his face, and said:

"Good news, that crazy guy has disappeared, either entered the nightmare of God, or was wiped out by the umbrella of hell."

"So, we can safely carry out this final ceremony..."

"..."

On the conference table, a man wearing the label of a senior security officer said: "There are still many intruders at large."

"It doesn't matter."

The hell designer sat down in the middle seat and said: "Without a leader, even a capable person is just a small drop of water in a big city with 30 million residents. Whether they Whatever you want to do, you will be instantly submerged in this vast ocean of spirit. What we need to do is to make this vast ocean create huge waves."

The entire circle of people around the conference table was silent, obviously not as optimistic as him.

"That's a person from the same city after all..."

"No, that's just the foundation of hell that we chose in advance..."

"..."

The designer of Hell smiled, took the remote control that had been placed in front of his seat a long time ago, tapped it slightly forward, and said: "Now, all parts of the world have exhausted all methods, and want to know what we have built. hell, where is it..."

"So now, why don't we show them directly?"

"..."

While speaking, he pressed the remote control, and the surveillance screen of the entire wall suddenly appeared on the opposite wall.

In terms of quantity, there are almost a hundred of them.

And he picked one at random, selected, and confirmed again, and the picture suddenly magnified.

...

...

In the picture, there is a huge square.

There are people all around the square, they gathered from all the intersections, crowded outside the red line drawn around.

Because there were so many people, they even squeezed to the surrounding intersections and occupied the nearby shops.

I don't know how many vehicles are honking their horns anxiously because they are impassable, but there is nothing they can do about this kind of congestion.

Countless human heads moved under the light, like fish scales gathered in the sea.

At this moment, in the middle of the square, beside a podium covered with red cloth, a fat man in a suit and with well-combed hair appeared. He ran up to the podium with small steps, took the microphone in his hand, He flicked his fingers lightly.

"Tuk-tuk..."

"squeak……"

The ear-piercing electric sound came out from the loudspeaker, piercing the eardrums, and the surrounding noise suddenly became much weaker.

"Everyone, good evening..."

A smile appeared on the fat man's face, and he said loudly: "I am a missionary in the West Diocese of the True Church. Those who know me well call me Teacher Wang. Of course, you can also call me by my English name, Tiche Wang. Anyway, this is just Our code name in the world..."

A group of people around became excited, applauding enthusiastically, and applauding.

"Okay ok..."

The fat man slightly pressed his hand to make the surrounding quieter, and suddenly raised his voice: "Now I want to know..."

"...How many pious believers from our West Parish have come here?"

"..."

The surrounding crowd was a little depressed, and suddenly raised their voices again, shouting loudly.

The sound almost flooded the entire square.

"Okay ok..."

The fat man nodded, then suddenly raised his voice, and said, "Those who don't come don't know that we are giving out two catties of eggs today?"

"boom……"

Immediately, there was a stronger applause from around, completely flooding the entire square.

...

...

The madness in the surveillance screen was in stark contrast to the weird faces of the Tinder executives in the conference room.

A high-level coughed and whispered, "What the hell is this?"

"Can such an important matter be entrusted to them?"

"..."

His voice was not loud, but it immediately aroused the sympathy of many people, nodding their heads again and again.

The hell designer also heard it, turned around, smiled slightly at the questioning person, and said, "This car-carrying king is just one of the missionaries under the black box, and he is also a candidate for the priest behind him. His ability, In the internal materials released by the research institute, it is called the 'Speech Department', I think you will soon see why such a thing is handed over to him."

While he was explaining lightly, he saw in the surveillance screen that the King of Car Pickup was already walking back and forth on the podium with a microphone in his hands. He was very emotional, and the fat on his face was trembling. Big beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks.

"...For those who don't come, not only will they not be able to share the eggs, but they will also expose their true colors."

"Why?"

"Because we believe in the real hometown, not for these two catties of eggs!"

"We believe in the real hometown because we hate this hypocritical, hierarchical world full of deceit and numbness, because we firmly believe that one day, the real hometown will come and change our status quo forever... ..."

"..."

Surrounded by endless crowds of mountains and tsunami.

If the loudspeaker with the highest power was not used, and the loudspeaker covered the whole square, his voice would be drowned out.

In this turbulent momentum, the fat man became more and more excited, his eyes were faintly red, almost protruding.

He clenched his fist vigorously and beat it up and down.

As if beating some unsettled believer in the air, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Why don't they come?"

"Because they don't believe that the real hometown will come, because they have no belief at all..."

"We've seen our hometown mentor turn a cup into an apple..."

"When the real hometown comes, we will all have the ability to turn cups into apples, and our wishes will come true..."

"But a fool is always a fool..."

"You let him see a cup turn into an apple ten thousand times, and he still won't believe it."

"They will only enjoy the apples we conjure up..."

"..."

He yelled, making no secret of his anger, his hatred for those who did not come.

While he was shouting at the top of his voice, the emotions of the surrounding believers became more and more intense.

There were excited and serious expressions on their faces, and everyone felt as if they were carrying a world on their shoulders.

With firm eyes, he has a deep sense of superiority when facing ignorant beings.

When the surrounding emotions became more and more intense, he suddenly shouted to the surroundings: "Do you believe that the real hometown will come?"

Countless people followed and shouted: "Believe..."

"Okay, you believe it, and I believe it, that's why we are here..."

The king who picked up the car shouted loudly, even his voice was tearing: "They don't believe it, but I believe it..."

"The real hometown will not only come, but it will come today!"

"..."

Countless people followed and shouted: "Today will come..."

The Tiche King suddenly turned his head, looked seriously at the fanatical believers around him, then slowly, vertically, knelt down on his knees, put the microphone near his mouth, and said loudly: "Then, let us stay here together, Praying for the arrival of the true hometown, we can do it as long as we believe, we have the strongest belief, and anyone who prevents the arrival of the true hometown is our enemy."

"Anyone who does not believe in the true hometown should be thrown into the fire and burned..."

"Anyone who hesitates will surely fall into the sea of ​​blood forever..."

"..."

clatter...

Countless people around knelt down one after another. If the spirit can be described as a vast ocean, then this vast ocean is being ignited by a kind of fanatical flame. There was a red light shining in the eyes, and following the fat man on the podium, he shouted excitedly and frantically: "The real hometown is bound to come..."

"Sacrifice our hearts to truth..."

"For this world, welcome the dawn..."

"..."

Around the square, there are pieces of shouts that keep spreading outward: "Sacrifice our hearts to the truth..."

"For this world, welcome the dawn..."

"..."

"..."

"Didi..."

In the eyes of all the executives in the meeting room, beside the monitoring screen, there was data from the monitor, and a red light flashed quickly.

The level of mental radiation is rapidly approaching the target.

"see it?"

The hell designer smiled at them: "This is the ability of a speaker."

"It's also human fragility."

"Similarly, this is why we must build hell..."

"Because when people start to be so vulnerable, how can we not prepare for the impact?"

"..."

After a while, someone in the conference room whispered, "If only a little missionary has this ability."

"The other places..."

"..."

"Do not worry……"

The hell designer picked up the remote controller again, selected several images in succession, and enlarged them side by side on the screen.

He smiled and said: "The major parishes of the True Church, the Fox Immortal Temple, the Day Meeting, the Six-faced Buddha, the Free Psychological Counseling Center, the Mystery Investigation Section, the Special Emergency Response Force, the Black Box Council, and those who have been enjoying our offerings Abyssal creatures..."

"They've all been dispatched..."