Global Cataclysm: Start building a floating island

Chapter 109 The Wolf's Ambition
"Don't count on the elders of the temple. Those people couldn't withstand the temptation of interests and surrendered to the new master of the temple."

Samson looked at everyone and spoke in a very calm tone, as if he was talking about something ordinary.

However, as soon as this sentence was finished, there was a lot of shouting and cursing in the hall.

Most people wanted Samson to be the leader of the temple, and the atmosphere was even better than he had imagined.

So he struck while the iron was hot and began to express his opinions:

"Everyone is very clear about the current situation of the temple!

We are in an unprecedented disaster, the home planet has been occupied by the Zerg, and we can only be inside this small temple.

But now, this temple will also fall into the wrong hands, how can we sit idly by?
Although I hate to say this, it turns out that the temple elders and the new temple master are nothing but a gangster.

We must muster all our forces, drive these people out of the temple, and liberate the city with our own hands! "

Hearing this, Lin Ye was a little shocked.

Not because Samson announced that he would seek power and usurp the throne.

It's because the residents of Area A actually know the situation outside, and know that El Star has been occupied by Zerg.

Just when Lin Ye was surprised, the crowd began to cheer and shout, bluntly saying that they would completely expel the elders of the temple and the master of the temple.

At the same time, a holographic projection of the system suddenly spread out in his sight:
[Faith value reduction: -5]

[Faith value reduction: -10]

[Faith value reduction: -3]

……

He looked at the prompt that popped up in the projection with a serious look on his face.

Before, like those civilians in Area C, no matter how much they complained about the Lord of the Temple, they still held faith in their hearts.

For them, the Lord of the Temple is just a collection of rights and beliefs, and has no direct relationship with the god Al worshiped in their hearts. At best, they are the gods' agents in the real world.

The current situation is different. The residents of District A have completely given up these "useless" beliefs and want to follow Samson and establish a brand new dynasty.

This is really a headache!

However, despite the commotion, some people are still cautious:

"Can we match the power of the Lord of the Temple? He seems to be quite powerful!"

Although these people live in the central area of ​​the city, they can still clearly see the fusion of the floating island and the temple. This kind of power that can control everything is too scary.

"He's amazing! Maybe it's an ability inherited from the ancestral temple!"

Someone responded loudly, and then continued to yell arrogantly: "Before he took an army of more than 5000 people to rescue that chief elder on El Star, but only more than 100 people came back alive. Is this amazing? Then I can do it too!"

Emotions are contagious. As soon as this sentence came out, many people raised their arms and cheered.

It was as if they were really capable of defeating Lin Ye.

But as soon as the flames were ignited, someone poured cold water on them again:
"He has a temple guard army of tens of thousands of people under his command, but we only have a few soldiers guarding the wall. There is a huge gap in strength!"

At this time, a man in a gray dress walked out of the crowd. He shook his wine bottle, with a smile on his angular face:
"Even if he becomes the new Lord of the Temple, it doesn't mean that everyone must submit to him!"

Standing in the distance, Lin Ye could only see the back of this person, but the deep voice sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

However, in comparison, Samson's expression was a bit exciting.

"Hey, honored guest, I didn't expect you to come anyway!"

After that, he put his arms around the man's shoulders and introduced him to everyone in the hall:

"This is the captain of the Temple Guard Army. He can lead an army of 1 people at a young age. The future is really promising!"

"President Samson is overrated. This time I'm just here as a representative, but you should know the real purpose of my coming here, right?"

Samson smiled slightly: "Of course, please tell that person, the post of commander of the Temple Guards must naturally be given to someone with both ability and political integrity!"

Now that the strength of the military department is in place, the next step is to consider how to win people's hearts.

Although District A is under his rule, most people will follow him.

But there are always those people who don't know good from bad!
With a smile, Samson glanced at the few people who poured cold water just now, but his heart gradually became murderous.

At this time, a waiter standing beside him shook while pouring the wine, and the black wine spilled on his hand.

In a panic, the waiter took back the flagon and wanted to leave in a hurry.

But Samson stopped him:
"What are you shaking? Do you think there is something wrong with my approach?"

The situation changed suddenly, Lin Ye immediately stood up straight and looked over.

The waiter turned out to be Hope.

Although Hope could play tricks, he had never seen such a scene before. His legs were already trembling with fright at this moment, and he couldn't answer the questioning of the person in front of him.

Samson didn't have that much patience. He suddenly pulled out the light blade at his waist and chopped off the waiter's hands.

Rose-purple blood sprayed all over his body, and the banquet hall was immediately filled with howls.

Several women standing behind did not respond, but stepped forward to change new clothes for him.

Several elderly housekeepers around also rushed over immediately, wrapped the waiter's severed arm with a towel, and quickly dragged him away, while the servants who followed closely cleaned up the ground carefully.

Everyone was shocked. Whether it was the radicals who supported Samson or the conservatives who were cautious and stable, they dared not speak out.

There was a flame in Lin Ye's heart, and he was about to go up, but at this moment, someone stood up from the silent guests.

"Samson, if you want to go to war with the Lord of the Temple, have you thought about the consequences?
How many people need to be sacrificed to get the throne you want? "

This person spoke with a lot of air, and judging by his attire, he should be the manager of a certain commercial firm.

"I thought who it was, it turned out to be you, Mr. Roy!" Samson waved his light blade and walked up to the person who spoke.

"I invited you here to give you a chance. If you seize this opportunity, then our previous conflicts can be wiped out, but you are still so stubborn!"

After saying this, he sneered, and then looked at the young man beside Roy.

In the next second, the light blade drew a perfect arc.

The twin brother standing beside Roy fell to the ground with a plop, and warm blood splashed all over the faces of those around him.

"Samson!" Roy roared.

The onlookers didn't dare to say much, but some well-meaning people desperately tugged on his arm, trying to persuade him not to venture in again.

Samson looked proudly at the poor fellow, and at the same time stretched out his hand to half-raise the wine bottle, beckoning the waiter to pour the wine.

However, the waiters standing in the banquet hall did not dare to step forward, and even took a few steps back.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while, his eyes shot out a fierce light, and he was about to get angry at the surrounding service staff.

At this time, crisp footsteps came from the banquet hall.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Lin Ye walked over with a tray in his hand.

(End of this chapter)