Chapter 888: : The Prophet Orion

In the Galan Heights, outside the White Wolf City, a group of devout believers once again covered the surrounding land with various tents and caravans, and they were densely packed. At a glance, there were probably tens of thousands of people.
These people, from all over the world, are devout believers.
Since the construction of the "Finally Dead Canal" started, the rain, once urging, finally stopped, and the land that disappeared again made believers believe in the miracle of the prophet.
Jessefa took the GPS device and walked among the believers step by step, walking back and forth through the disappearing land. The GPS device in his hand was like a drug, jumping desperately, every step, The data read out is quite different.
The data measured with the laser rangefinder has been jumping around all the time.
It seems that the laws of time and space have been distorted here and cannot be measured by normal laws.
This made Jessefa feel a little shaken ... Is Orion really a prophet?
No, no, there are many magical phenomena on the earth, such as gravity anomalies, such as electromagnetic chaos. This is not a miracle. It may be because of an earthquake here and then a geomagnetic anomaly ...
Although Jessefa was hesitant, he convinced himself not to believe that there are more illusions than truths in this world!
He returned to his trailer, took a sip of water, sat down for a while, and heard the roar of the car.
In a few cars, there were several big food eater, howling and rushed over: "Pagan! Let's die!"
"You are the incarnation of Satan, go to hell!"
The nearby believers were frightened to hide away, and then looked at the fools and looked at the big eaters who launched a suicide charge.
Because of the doctrine, not all the big food eater can accept the emergence of the new prophet. Many big food eater think that Orion is the incarnation of Satan. In the past two days, there have been many extremists who want to destroy Satan.
Of course ... their consequences ...
Just look at the expressions of these believers.
A chariot appeared out of thin air, and Orion, holding an unlit cigar, holding a heavy machine gun, stood on the chariot's roof and aimed at the storming car ahead.
Next second.
"Da Da Da Da Da ..." Manic bullets flew out, making the car a sieve.
The bullet from the other side also flew over and hit him, but it only broke his camouflage suit, exposing his strong bronze-colored muscles.
But the other person, who dared to show his head, was immediately taken away by a shuttle bullet.
The bullet was shot short, and Orion lost his gun in his hand, turned around, took over a shoulder-mounted rocket, and aimed at another car behind him.
"Boom!" The car behind was also blown into the sky.
Among the flames and smoke, Orion was holding the bazooka in his hand, like a standing on the roof of the car.
"I'm Orion, I bless the devout believers, and the soldiers who fight for me."
"I have mercy and piety, guns and violence, and blood and hate!"
"I am a prophet of warriors, a prophet of war!"
"I'm Orion, the guardian of White Wolf, the protector of the gunman!"
Upon hearing Orion's announcement, Jessefa hurriedly took out his pen and quickly recorded it.
"On March 25, the gun prophet Orion killed 11 people and issued a proverb ..."
Opening his books, he has recorded more than a dozen declarations of Orion, each time being very similar.
And because of his announcement, and the personality that he talks after he sees the enemy directly, he has a name that goes wild.
"The Gun Prophet" Orion, who spoke for the gunman.
Jessefa has been here almost recently, and records what he sees and hears every day.
He has seen countless soldiers from multiple forces kneeling down among those devout believers and praying to Orion. He also saw some soldiers and mercenaries carrying guns directly. After Orion appeared, he knelt on Under his feet, he kissed his feet, asked for conversion, received his favor, and then entered the steel door.
After the announcement, Orion threw the cigar, which was not found, back behind him. Several soldiers hurriedly reached out to grab it, and then took it into his arms as if they had grabbed a treasure.
"King, you don't every time, why do you have to pinch one?" Sampras asked next.
"Don't you think it's handsome?"
"But this cigar is also very expensive ... We have more and more people in White Wolf City, and it has not been opened for a long time ..." Sampras was distressed, "Can I change a cigarette next time ... otherwise Reuse it? "
Not far from Zhuang behind Orion, there are a hundred grass and mud horses running in his heart: ...
Why am I so poor everywhere I go!
He has now discovered that it is not easy to be a prophet.
Since the last conquest of the three hammermen, White Wolf City has broken into the account.
Recently, there have been many mercenaries who have come to join, and even defected soldiers have joined in. This is the initial development of the trumpet. Of course, Zhuang not far away can't help it!
But because of his appearance, the junction of the three states has recently ceased fire.
No hammers, no wars, no small money!
There is no way to get around, collect money everywhere, what's the use of a trumpet!
If it wasn't for Sampras, Zhuang not far away wanted to collect taxes from his followers.
"Mom, no money, Lao Tzu will rob someone!" Zhuang not far thought fiercely and waved his hand backwards, "Go, go back to the city!"
Behind Zhuang not far, the metal door appeared, and at this moment, a few more cars drove in the distance.
Two security vehicles, with a fairly luxurious car in the middle.
Is someone here again?
As soon as Zhuang reached out, he took over a gun and aimed at the direction of the car.
"Master Prophet, Lord Prophet, please wait! We are not malicious!"
In the middle car, three men came down, a white-haired old man in a suit and leather shoes, a middle-aged man wearing a camouflage suit, and a young man.
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"Master Prophet ..." The three approached Zhuang not far, looked around, and said, "Can you take a step to speak?"
"Just say it here." Zhuang not far raised his chin.
"Uh ... yes ..." The old man in front showed a sincere smile: "Master Prophet, since you are the prophet of the gunman, you can also be the prophet of our gun maker ... We are here today to hope for you Blessings and blessings ... "
As soon as Zhuang didn't face, he turned and left.
"I mean, we have a business, a big business!"
Zhuang not far turned his head immediately, smiling like a flower.
Say it early!
Although I am a prophet of a gunman, if I have money, I can bless the gunmaker by the way!