Chapter 1097: Decaying Brotherhood (Part 2)

Not a rally.
He corrected himself, but instead of preaching and preaching—because the danger to him was obvious, and recently Oak in the city was crazy.
Perhaps it was to prepare for the ensuing war, but Carlin decided to be careful.
"...Now we will think about the meaning of life."
Gasimodo continued, reading a small leather book aloud.
"The Apostle Carling will witness our thinking and worship this time."
The words didn't stop, and Carlin felt every eye in the room turned to him.
"When people just feel attracted to the worship of the Father of Eternity, naturally, they will doubt and ask, but they know that the Father of Eternity is the only truth of time and the eternal destination of all souls, but beyond that, they In the darkness, they didn't know more.
"
At least Carlin agreed.
"Most importantly, they asked, "If the Father of Eternity is really a God, how does he exert his divine power?" We will not see his hand come down from the sky, only a very small part of us People are fortunate enough to have the vision he has given, then he is
Does he not care about most of his people? "
Carlin knew that it was time for him to play. He coughed twice and said in a deep voice:
"They did not realize the error of such an idea. His hands are actually placed on each of us, and each of us should offer our enthusiasm to him! In the depths of heaven, the great soul of the eternal Father always and Those evil beings wrestle and stop those beings from destroying
Eternal life order, but most importantly, He bless us. "
"Praise the eternal father!"
The people gathered chanted together.
"Faith is not a banner that shows the covenant, or a theory used to argue. Faith is deeply buried in our hearts and is intact and inescapable. The saint is the embodiment of this faith, and only by facing these squarely can we understand the eternal father. The road paved for humanity."
Carlin sighed inwardly: Although the moving words, although they were expressed lamely, they really came from within.
He could see that these words touched something deep in the listener's mind, and a skilled speaker could use the power of such words and beliefs to influence the entire world.
boom!
Before Gasimoduo could continue, Carlin heard gunshots suddenly ringing in the labyrinthine passage leading to the room.
Hearing a muffled metal behind him, he turned around and saw a horrified woman who had just pushed an iron door behind him.
After she opened the door, Carlin could hear the sound of gunfire and rude roar coming from outside the door.
"Surroundings! Rounds! Shrimp are all squatting with their heads on their heads! Otherwise, we will give you "shaved heads" one by one!"
Shaving the head, literally meaning, shaving the head directly with a knife, this is the most intuitive place of the Ouke language, they rarely use analogies.
The whole rally was chaotic. People looked to Gasimoduo for guidance, but he was also at a loss.
"They found it! Run away!"
Carlin yelled and immediately realized what had happened.
"Everyone, leave here!"
Gasimoduo also shouted immediately.
"Spread away!"
Carlin squeezed into Gasimoduo, who was at the front of the room, among the panicked crowd. Some people who took part in the rally pulled out their guns, judging from their movements, they used to be soldiers.
Carlin had enough understanding of religion, knowing that these people would use violence to defend their faith when necessary.
"Come here, Apostle Carling, it's time to leave here."
As Gasimoduo said, he dragged the respected Saint Apostle toward one of the many passages emanating from this room.
Seeming to notice the worry on his face, Gasimoduo exhorted:
"Don't worry, the eternal father will bless us, the saint has awakened, and she will protect us."
"I hope so too."
Carlin replied breathlessly. Although he gained the meager gaze of the Eternal Father and was immune to the pain caused by the disease, his vitality was still the same as the old man.
Maybe he was not religious enough, maybe he didn't do enough.
Bang Bang Bang~~!
There were several bangs, and the messy bullets rebounded from the ceiling. The light from the muzzle was reflected on the wall. Several figures screamed and fell, and soon they were silent.
Carlin glanced behind him and saw several tall figures in scarlet armour rushing into the room.
The terrible idea that he became the enemy of these butchers stopped his heartbeat for a moment. He was not the first to see the horror of these warriors. When Grak’s men came to copy the house, his armed domestic servants Also tried to resist.
As a result, the elite guards of thousands of people were chopped to pieces by less than a hundred scarlet butchers within minutes.
Feeling that his inner fear was magnifying, Carlin hurriedly followed Gasimoduo into the evacuation passage, traversing through several doors and escaping deep into the block, the route of escape winding through the city.
Tyre is a huge city, coupled with the ruinous destruction and transformation of Ok, even Carlin, who has lived here for decades, has no idea about the area where he is now. The graffiti and symbols on the walls here make He has the illusion of being in the Oak gathering area.
If this is the case, then they are not much safer now.
"Do you know where you are going?"
Carlin asked gaspingly, each scorching breath brought a tingling sensation, and his old bones were already tired from this rare and intense exercise.
"This was originally a low-light zone, and big people like you may rarely come here. Previously, the people lived here were wanderers and poor people. Now here is the gathering area of ​​Ok, but it is on the edge."
Hump-backed Gasimoduo responded carefully while groping forward. Obviously he understood that Oke likes to entertain friends or enemies with various mischievous traps. Those traps may be a joke to Oke, but death to humans.
So he is very cautious every time he takes a step, and he always observes if something falls above his head.
"It used to be the domain of the Busch family. I have some friends in them. They will come to meet us... Damn, why are those green-skinned toys as hot as dogs?"
"Because they are afraid of us, just as I was afraid of them."
"Are you sure?"
Grak, the warlord of the Gough Corps, the second-largest war criminal in the human world after Guk, his voice echoed in the huge hall of the old house of the Wilsonna family.
"Within my ability, I'm sure."
Old blind, the Goff Corps had only the neurotic boy who could talk to Grak.
His face was covered with tattoos, his eyes burned out of control due to loss of psionic power, and his eyes were deeply buried in the eye sockets. His huge head was heavily burdened on his thin body, and a nerve boy with extraordinary energy like him surrounded him. Silently whispering the whims and thoughts that came to their minds
phantom.
Grak doesn't meet these guys very often. He doesn't like these gangsters who can only mess up most of the time, but today he has something very important.
"how long it takes?"
Grake asked eagerly.
"I can't say this well."
"Old blind."
Looking at the nerve boy scratching his butt, Grak said coldly.
"Accuracy is exactly what I demanded from you, especially now that the next big thing is related to this, and if you are wrong, it will have very serious consequences."
"Boss, I can't provide you with a precise answer, some... some geek stuff."
The old blind hurriedly answered, ignoring the implicit threat in Grak's words.
Although he couldn't see them, he could feel the hostility of those scarlet lads hidden in the shadows.
"I don't know what it is, but it is as annoying as flies and stink maggots. Within a few days, it is difficult for us to find it... In short, it is a hostile guy. I hope that Mao can hammer it."
Grack hit his fist hard with one hand.
"Do you understand what you are talking about? You are telling me you can't."
"I just said what we saw, boss."
"If you are wrong."
This is not a random threat-Grak's threat has never been random.
"If we are wrong, then we will be punished, but boss, we really can't get it done in a few days~EbookFREE.me~ unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless it is caught, or something related to it!"
Grak thought for a while, then waved at the old blind, and the other party immediately ran away.
"son!"
Grak roared, and immediately ran out of a dark bear-like figure.
It was a vicious man wearing a fur coat, tall, covered with gold chains, and wearing a blindfold in his right eye, but when he came to Grak, he immediately showed a dog-like flattering expression.
"Father, are you calling me?"
"Then talk to me about the brotherhood."
Grak sat on the chair with his buttocks, stretched his limbs lazily, like a walrus resting on the beach.
"Tell me about their saint in an instant."_