The end of the world: I can do whatever I want to anyone

The saint ignored Tang Ze, her eyes closed, and she silently muttered all kinds of nonsense.

"Okay, very good, keep pretending, right? I have prepared holy liquid for the Saint. I wonder which tastes better, holy water or not. I'd like to ask you to give me your opinion."

The whole audience fell silent, staring blankly at the Saint on the big screen. How dare he treat the Saint chosen by God like this!

He should go to hell and never be reincarnated!

A devilish, mocking laugh sounded from the huge speakers: "Mr. President, is it so beautiful? Shouldn't you come to rescue the Saint? Isn't this what you should do now?"

After hearing this, Nie Shun's whole body tensed up, and he looked at Qiu Guofei who was exploding on the judgement bench, and Ji Shoushan who was split into two on the stage.

Why is this devil so powerful!

Tang Ze looked at the saint who had finally lost her sanctity and smiled, "He is unwilling to save you. It seems that he is not loyal to you. Since you are in so much pain, I will do you a favor."

After saying that, Tang Ze threw the golden saber in his hand away.

The blade tore through the air and pierced directly through Nie Shun's chest with the breath of death. The whole person was driven by the power of the saber and nailed to the wall.

Nie Shun looked down at the saber on his chest, feeling the passage of life. At that moment, he didn't even see it clearly. It was too fast! It was so fast that it was outrageous, so fast that he had no power to resist!

All the subjects were stunned. There was no time for them to react. The Governor was cut in half. The next second even the President was nailed to the wall by the knife. However, they did not have the ability to fight back at all.

Nanjie felt relieved that his son could rest in peace.

"Too weak, too weak. Only you, the Saint, can excite me."

The saint looked at Nie Shun who was nailed to death alive, and her beautiful eyes were finally moved. After all, the lineup that she was proud of was easily shattered by him, and it also shattered all her efforts of the past two months!

No! I am a saint, a saint chosen by God!

"Cough cough cough."

Tang Ze slowly squatted down and asked: "How is it? Give me some comments. After all, my girls all say it's good."

However, Tang Ze did not wait for the saint's answer, but crossed his arms over his chest.

"Disasters... destroy hope... sting the soul."

"It is you who gave us hope and light again..."

Tang Ze couldn't help but twitch his lips. Sing? ?

You're singing with me now?

As the saint sang, all the people seemed to feel that now only God could punish his sins, and only God could resurrect those dead people.

"And you... are the saint, the dawn, lighting the way forward."

“Let us join hands and run on the path of God.”

The whole audience burst into clear singing again.

Tang Ze's face was grim and he glanced at everyone. He grabbed the saint's neck and lifted her up. But even with her neck being grabbed, the saint still sang hoarsely.

Tearing the saint's disguise apart, Tang Ze said calmly: "Since you think you are a saint, you must be real gold that is not afraid of fire. Let me see if you are real."

After releasing the saint's jade neck, she slowly floated above the flamethrower, and she also felt the coming of death.

At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten her fear and felt like she had really become a saint. She opened her arms and embraced her people, as if she could absorb everyone's strength and kill Tang Ze.

"God will not give up on us. As long as we persist, we can cleanse the filth of this world. God will come and save the world."

Faced with this stubborn woman, Tang Ze looked at Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang understood immediately, and quickly picked up the ignition device and handed it to Tang Ze. He didn't expect that he would see the saint being burned to death.

Nan Jie and other protesters kneeling on the ground had burning eyes...

"Don't worship the true God, worship the false God." After saying that, Tang Ze directly pressed the lighter.

The device in the jet nozzle was making a sound.

"I am the Saint, you are only worthy of worshipping me, please grant me strength, my people!!!"

puff!

The flames that shot up into the sky directly engulfed the saint, and sharp screams echoed all around, as if it was not until this moment that the saint realized that she was not a saint and could also feel pain.

The music continued to play, but the singing had stopped. Everyone's eyes were looking at the Saint in the flames. The Saint's screams of fear echoed in their ears. They were horrified that the Saint was actually burned by fire.

The saint's screams gradually faded, and the beautiful figure in the flames gradually disappeared.

As Tangze turned off the fire, the saint had turned into nothing, and only the melted saint's crown remained in the crater.

"It looks like a fake." Tang Ze took a deep breath and said lightly.

Zhou Yang on the side was greatly shocked. He was worthy of being Brother Tang. The Saint Lady could burn things as she said.

"Benefactor, you are the benefactor of our Huzhou." Suddenly, Nanjie kowtowed to Tangze, and other rebels also expressed their respect to Tangze.

"Don't put such a big accusation on me. I just want to know if she is really a saint."

Nan Jie was slightly puzzled, but still grateful: "The Saint is the cancer of Huzhou. She fabricated gods and used cruel death penalty to intimidate those who resisted her. She said those who merged with the virus were powers given by God to confuse people."

"Oh, I really do one good deed a day." Tang Ze sighed and looked at the hanging corpse. It seemed that they also enjoyed the sight.

Nan Jie continued, "Mr. Tang, the Saint is dead, and Huzhou still needs someone to take charge of the situation."

"What? You still want me to work?" Tang Ze frowned. Your request is a bit bold.

"No, no, no, I just want Mr. Tang to give me some advice. Although the Saint is dead, there are still many people who have been brainwashed by her. They are all very brainless. I am worried that Huzhou will be in chaos."

Tang Ze looked at the little fat man.

Zhou Yang was stunned, feeling that something good was about to happen.

"Let him take charge of Huzhou from now on, and you will be his assistant. Except for the absence of the Shuguang Society, everything will remain the same as before."

Zhou Yang couldn't believe it. He was just a small law enforcement officer last night, but today he became the manager of Huzhou and even the vice president was helping him.

There will be many opportunities on the road of life, but not every opportunity can be successful. But as long as one is successful, it will change the world.

Look at those who lost the bet, all of them are lying on the ground, and I am the only one who won the bet.

Nan Jie did not object to this appointment. The fat man was Mr. Tang's man, so Mr. Tang would definitely take care of Huzhou's affairs.

Now, not only do they have to face the remnants of the Dawn Society, but they also have to face the company. After all, the manager is dead, and the company will definitely send someone to investigate the situation.

"I haven't had breakfast yet. I'm a little hungry. Let me treat you to breakfast." Tang Ze touched his chin and felt some stubble. Stubble appeared after working hard all night.

However, before Tang Ze had taken two steps, the annoying song suddenly rang in his ears again.

"Disasters... destroy hope... sting the soul."

Originally it was just scattered singing, but gradually it turned into a chorus.

It seems that the death of the saint cannot make them wake up.