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

Tang Ze, who was about to leave, suddenly laughed. Zhou Yang and Nan Jie both felt that Tang Ze's laughter was a little different, and they shuddered unconsciously.

Those people who could come to watch the trial early in the morning were all die-hard fans of the Saint. Their consciousness had long been implanted deep in their brains. Even though the Saint had been burned to death, they seemed to be trying to wake her up in this way.

"Come back, Saint, we need your light."

"God's punishment has come. Punish the man who blasphemed the Saint!"

Tang Ze's body gradually rose into the air and stood in the center of the stadium. He looked at everyone and shouted, "I'll give you five minutes to get out of here. If you stay, I'll take you to see the Saint."

No one left...

No one was moved. They crossed their arms across their chests and swayed from side to side while singing.

"You are worthy of being the most pious subjects of the Saint. Then I will send you to see the Saint!"

Suddenly, Tang Ze's eyes flashed with purple lightning.

The originally gloomy sky gradually darkened, and the whole Huzhou fell into darkness. People staying at home looked up at the sky curiously. How come broad daylight suddenly turned into night? Is it going to rain again?

In an instant, a flash of purple lightning flashed in the black clouds, giving people a strong sense of oppression. People who saw the lightning were frightened and quickly pulled up the bed curtains and curled up in the quilts.

The stadium was plunged into darkness, but Tang Ze in the air was like a god, with fine purple lightning surrounding his body.

Above the stadium, thunders were gathering, as if with just one order from Tang Ze, everything would be ruthlessly crushed to pieces!

"This is the real god." Nanjie stared blankly at Tang Ze above him. Could the virus fusion be so powerful?

Zhou Yang muttered in a daze: "This is not God, this is simply God's father."

However, in the eyes of the saint's people, their prayers worked and they began to become extremely fanatical.

"It's God's punishment! God's punishment has arrived!!! Hahahaha."

"Look everyone, God is angry and is sending down divine punishment."

"Judge those who blasphemed the Saint and let her return!!!"

Listening to the shouts of people around him, Tang Ze laughed loudly towards the sky, his eyes already covered with lightning.

"You like divine punishment so much, today I will let you see what divine punishment is."

"Thunder's Fury!"

As Tang Ze's fingertips fell, the thunder that could not be suppressed in the clouds poured down instantly, and the terrifying momentum swept around.

Everyone watched the thunder falling from the sky enthusiastically. Such a scene had never been seen in their lives. Only when the gods were angered would they send down thunder.

But when they saw the purple lightning penetrate the ceiling and land on the side, all the people there were turned into dust in an instant.

"God, we are your people, those who blasphemed the saint are there!"

Tang Ze glanced at him sideways and pointed casually, and a terrifying bolt of lightning fell directly on his face.

"God's punishment has befallen us. It must be because we are not pious enough. Don't panic, pray quickly..."

Seeing this scene, Tang Ze suddenly clasped his hands together, and a terrifying vortex of thunder appeared above his head. The scene felt even more apocalyptic than the end of the world.

"If singing is useful, then I will be sung to death by you!"

With a loud bang, thousands of rages of thunder burst out from the vortex.

In an instant, the ground was riddled with holes, the entire stadium was razed to the ground, and even sank dozens of meters deep, leaving only the execution platform in the center.

Tang Ze fell to the ground and finally became quiet...

"What are you all standing there for? Aren't you hungry? Do you want to be baptized too?"

Zhou Yang and Nan Jie looked at each other and swallowed hard. It was too strong!

"Brother Tang, please come this way." Zhou Yang hurriedly followed and hugged God's thighs tightly. Why lick the saint? The real skill is to lick my brother Tang.

Zhou Yang took Tang Ze directly to the headquarters of the Dawn Society. After all, there was a chef here who cooked for the Saint.

Tang Ze looked at the building in front of him. The eye-catching golden font was really an eyesore.

With a bang, the three words "Dawn Society" suddenly turned into fragments and fell to the ground, announcing the end of the Dawn Society.

Taking out his cell phone, Tang Ze called Sun Ting.

"Hello." A soft voice came from the phone, as if the person had just woken up. It was mainly because he gossiped too late yesterday, and the owner was not at home, so he must have slept in.

"Still sleeping, I'll send you a location, come over for breakfast."

Sun Ting opened the curtains. It was already daybreak. She looked at the time and it was already nine o'clock. "Okay, I'll call them over right away."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, he walked into the building with arrogance under the leadership of Zhou Yang and Nan Jie. He kept muttering the word "saint" and his face turned into blood mist with piety.

Soon Tangze arrived at the top floor, the room where the saint lived.

"The saint knows how to enjoy herself." After entering the house, Tang Ze looked around. The decoration was not luxurious, but it gave people a sense of holiness.

Nanjie bowed his head respectfully and said, "This is the Saint's bedroom."

Tang Ze directly pushed open the bedroom door. It was tidy inside, and there was a desk near the balcony. Tang Ze was a little curious about how this saint lady had gone from being an ordinary person to what she is today.

"Can you come in on weekdays?" Tang Ze asked curiously.

Nanjie shook his head and said, "No one dares to enter the Saint's bedroom."

Tang Ze said "oh" and opened the drawer, which contained some books.

"theology"

"dictator"

Illusion

"psychology"

Collective honor is above all else

Tang Ze flipped through the book briefly and asked, "How many days did she use to brainwash you?"

"Five days." Nanjie said in a deep voice.

Tang Ze paused while flipping through the pages: "So short..."

"At the beginning, the Dawn Club was just like its name. Everyone trusted and helped each other. At that time, she was like an angel descending from heaven and was loved by everyone."

"But gradually, this group got its own name, its own unique gestures, its own songs, and even word spread that she was the saint."

"All dissenting voices were regarded as undermining the collective. It started with just verbal education, but eventually escalated to various cruel death sentences."

"Especially with the addition of the virus fusion, the Saint Lady has become even more unscrupulous in seducing people. Her desires are no longer controllable."

"I believe her original intention was good, but she gradually lost herself in the process. She changed from the moment she decided to become a saint."

Tang Ze put down the book and felt that Nanjie seemed to be regretting that the saint could have walked on the right path, but ended up going astray.

But in the end times, there is no distinction between good and evil, only between strong and weak.

A young and beautiful woman is praised to the sky and has control over people's life and death. Who doesn't like this feeling?

Although I, Tang Ze, am not a good person, I do like this feeling.

Leaving the bedroom, Tang Ze sat at the dining table, Zhou Yang and Nan Jie stood beside him, and someone in a chef's uniform brought a delicious breakfast.

However, the chef seemed nervous and frightened. He heard that all the saint's followers had died and the saint herself had been burned to death by him.