Eat, eat, eat starting from the Star Sky Railway Star God!

Although the sculptor didn't know what to do, he immediately thought of how Tazyus had just pulled him up from the chaos.

Of course, the sculptor had no intention of directly using his fists, and he would never hurt his compatriots.

So, let me be the bad guy who makes people angry!

"Who cares? My life seems to have no meaning anyway. God of Greed, please forgive my blasphemy against you!"

The sculptor, with a sad face, returned to his home and took out all of his treasured God of Greed dolls.

Then all the dolls were placed in the center of the square, and a big loudspeaker was taken out.

"My God's puppet..."

"He looked so sad too."

People who saw the doll gathered together involuntarily.

The many self-abandoned people in the square talked to themselves, but their voices were so quiet that they were not even noisy.

The sculptor was deeply saddened to see his compatriots so depraved. He kissed the doll of the God of Greed, which did not sell well outside of his civilization, with deep affection.

"My God, I think you will understand..."

The sculptor touched his favorite doll and gave it one last hug.

Then he made up his mind, took out a knife from his bosom, and cut the God of Greed doll in his hand into eight pieces in front of his compatriots, and the cotton scattered all over the ground.

Everyone present was stunned by this scene; even the emptiness spreading in their hearts paused for a moment.

But then, everyone felt endless anger towards the sculptor.

They all gritted their teeth and stared at the sculptor in front of them who was about to destroy the next doll.

"What are you doing! You shameless beast! Put down the doll in your hand!"

"I will cut you into pieces! I will hand you over to the Inquisition and lock you up for a million years!"

"There's no need to judge him. Just throw him into the incinerator. Humanitarian destruction. Don't stop me!"

anger!

The sculptor felt the anger rising in the hearts of his countrymen, but it was not enough.

He took out a lighter from his arms, gritted his teeth, poured out all the dolls in the box, and then lit them all.

It was so fast that by the time someone wanted to stop him, it was already too late.

The sculptor sighed in his heart, after so many years of sculpting, he had not developed any other skills except for developing muscular body and blazing fast hand speed.

I didn't expect it would come in handy at this time.

"You bastard!" Everyone rushed forward, someone pushed the sculptor to the ground and kicked him hard several times.

But more people expressed their respect and love for the God of Greed through practical actions. They tried their best to find water from other places and tried their best to rescue the doll that had almost turned into ashes.

However, these dolls had already been covered with flammable liquid by the sculptor long before, and they would catch fire at the slightest touch, with no chance of recovery at all. So everyone could only stare at the dolls that had turned into ashes and shed tears in sadness.

After these dolls were "bought" by the community members, almost everyone regarded them as the most precious gifts in their hearts.

They are no less precious than their family members, which is due to their belief in the god of greed.

This is also the reason why the community can gather such powerful force.

Trampling on faith is unforgivable in any civilization.

Seeing that he was about to be beaten to death, the sculptor was happy in his heart because he once again felt the passion for life from his compatriots.

But this is still not enough, because our compatriots are just angry now. Even if you beat yourself to death, they will still be depressed and frustrated after their anger subsides.

I have to continue adding fuel to the fire!

Even though his bones were broken, the sculptor continued to shout:

"You are just like me, you are all people who trample on greed! Even worse than me! I only damaged the puppet of the God of Greed, but you destroyed His spirit."

"You are more hateful than me, and you need the incinerator punishment more than I do!"

The sculptor used all his strength to severely question his compatriots.

Every word is a gem.

The sculptor climbed up tremblingly from under the fists and feet of his compatriots, spat out a few teeth and a pool of dirty blood from his mouth.

Even if he was beaten to a bloody mess and unconscious, he would shout with all his strength:

"What am I doing? What are you doing? Have you forgotten the teachings of the God of Greed?"

"What were you doing just now? Do I need to tell you again! Sunbathing and being depressed alone!

You do nothing, and you see your compatriots committing suicide but do not dissuade them. Have you learned the spirit of school and fed it to real insects? Ah! Answer me, compatriots! "

"Wake up! Look around you and think about how many days it has been since your body was praised by your fellow countrymen?"

"There's nothing wrong with our spirits. Everything we do is meaningful! We will never change because of something weird!"

"I just want to let the bad guy who destroyed our home know that we are definitely not people whose minds can be easily changed!

We are a community, the most resilient in the universe! We are great people blessed by the God of Greed, and our civilization is the brightest beacon in the universe!"

"Now, let us sweep away all the resentment and humiliation, and swallow all the sadness and shame in our hearts!"

"Neither stillness nor sorrow nor even death belongs to us! Only the great community of greed belongs to us!"

"We are civilization, and civilization is us!"

“Look around you, look outside this square, our compatriots are still being destroyed by unknown forces.

The God of Greed is watching us, and He wants us to change! This time we will prove it to our God!"

"We can protect this civilization, and we can make our civilization more prosperous!"

“My fellow countrymen, you are not failures!”

"Our stage has not yet been set up. Even if someone has stepped onto the stage first, what does it matter?"

“Since it’s not finished yet, we can also devote ourselves to the construction of the stage. Why should we be the one on the stage? Dedication also exists under the stage!”

“Who says that those who stand high and in the center of light are heroes! All our contributions are the blood and nutrition of civilization! Our ancestors and descendants are also bathed in our contributions!”

The sculptor's body fell heavily to the ground, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that his compatriots were so harsh.

They are really my compatriots, they are in good health!

You will definitely be more useful than me in the future...

No! I am also useful now, I will not deny myself anymore!

There was a gleam of confidence in the sculptor's eyes, and even at this moment, the emptiness in him actually disappeared.

But I'm so tired, my eyelids are so heavy...

Just when the sculptor was about to collapse to the ground, a pair of small but very powerful hands supported his shoulders, and at the same time, a very comfortable power was flowing into his body.

The sculptor could feel that his body was being repaired extremely quickly, and he looked at the young man in surprise.

"You have done well enough. I believe that all the people in the community are His most important and devout believers."

Huang Cheng looked at the sculptor he was supporting and spoke in a gentle tone.