The whole universe is praising my vest

Mei Yu didn't care about the life and death of the remnants of the anti-God faction, and continued to slash at Gan Pan with her sword.

Gan Pan raised his hardened arm to resist, without even looking at the hostage in An He's hand.

The other remnants hesitated and clenched their weapons, showing no intention of giving up resistance.

The hostage's eyes were red: "You guys!"

"I knew you were useless." An He slammed the hostage's head on the table, and the hostage rolled his eyes and passed out.

An He threw away the limp hostages, patted the non-existent dust on his hands, and said to Luo Lei: "It's a test for you, these people are really unreliable."

Luo Lei asked him, "Do you want to go?"

An He: "How to say?"

"Although you are very powerful, I don't think you alone can match the strength of the entire Rihui ship, so you have not left for a long time." Luo Lei whispered, "Now is a good time to escape."

Mei Yu: "I heard it all!"

Luo Lei was shocked.

An He ignored him and said to Luo Lei, "When I want to leave, I can leave by myself."

"That's right." Luo Lei smiled shyly, and didn't doubt An He's words, "I wanted to take this opportunity to repay you, but it seems that I was worrying too much."

An He asked: "If I really leave, what are you going to do?"

"...I want to stay." Luo Lei took a deep breath, "This bloody riot was caused by me, and I must take responsibility."

Bei Jingmei said in surprise: "Luo Lei?!"

"What are you talking about!" Gan Pan shouted.

"I said," seeing Shang An He's encouraging eyes, Luo Lei's uneasy heart calmed down, and said word by word, "I want to stay and make up for my past mistakes, and I will also help them suppress this riot and arrest you."

"Have you forgotten our philosophy and the teachings of the old leaders? They are going to execute your father!" Gan Pan's eyes were bloodshot: "Have you been brainwashed by the royal family?"

Accompanied by Gan Pan's angry shout, heart-piercing screams sounded in the prayer hall.

The priest's face changed drastically, he opened the door and ran to the prayer hall regardless of his own safety, An He followed.

"Whatever you think." Luo Lei closed her eyes, and the white wings spread behind her.

The wounds of all the guards in the confessional were healed, and the exhaustion of the body disappeared completely.

The cyan sword light pierced Gan Pan's abdomen, and Gan Pan immediately hardened the flesh and bones of his abdomen, but he was a step slower.The sword edge pierced a point, Gan Pan grunted, grasped the blade with his hardened hands, the sharp blade cut through the surface of the hardened palm, and was still gradually sinking in, Gan Pan didn't care, he grabbed the long sword tightly and refused to let go. Mei Yu pulled out, raised her leg and kicked towards Mei Yu's waist with a strong wind.

Mei Yu let go of the hilt of his sword, bent his body upwards, and the strong wind brushed against his uniform. Mei Yu maintained the posture of leaning back with both hands on the ground, and swept with one leg towards Gan Pan's lower body, which was still standing still.

Gan Pan fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He cast a look at Luo Lei for help, but Luo Lei didn't save him.

The resentment climbed up Gan Pan's face without any concealment, Bei Jingmei's spine felt chills when he saw it, and she squeezed Luo Lei's hand.

Luo Lei asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going?"

"I was shocked by your decision just now, and it's too late to leave now." Bei Jingmei smiled wryly.

The battle has come to an end, and there is no doubt that it is the victory of the royal guard.

"I'm sorry, I'm the one who caused you trouble." Luo Lei said guiltily, "I'll plead for you."

Bei Jingmei is not pessimistic: "Okay, the royal family should remember your achievements."

Luo Lei flapped her wings lightly: "I'm going to the hall to take a look."

Bei Jingmei said quickly, "I'm with you."

An angry Gan Pan grinned grinningly, and said to Mei Yu, "We have received news that your sister is also praying here today. It is not only ordinary people who are causing chaos in the prayer hall, but also the supernatural beings organized by our organization. Come on!" When I was here, I specifically told them to take care of your sister. Master Meiyu, why don't you guess how your sister is doing?"

Mei Yu's expression remained unchanged: "Mei Leng has guards by his side, so nothing will happen."

Gan Pan smiled coldly: "Who can guarantee that."

Before he finished speaking, he took out a small black metal ball and threw it at Mei Yu. Mei Yu raised her sword to block it. The ball crossed a parabola and fell out of the window, where it exploded in mid-air.

On the other side, An He followed the priest to the hall.

There was blood and chaos inside, and the church was no longer solemn and holy.Before he could catch his breath, the priest's eyes widened, his body trembling uncontrollably due to anger and pain.

Losing strength, the priest's knees softened, and he knelt heavily on the ground facing the statue.

In the hall, a young man who was shot fell to the ground and was trampled by other people who were in a violent mood. His wailing and pleading for help were submerged in the chaotic and noisy voices, which became weaker and weaker.Dressed simply, but with extraordinary temperament, Mei Leng, who looked like aristocrat, tried hard to get close to the wounded young man, leaving the guards behind.

The two guards were not far from Mei Leng, but they were blocked by the crowd, so they could only approach Mei Leng with difficulty.

The aristocratic girl who remained calm was quite conspicuous in the chaotic crowd. People from the Anti-God Organization noticed her, remembered Gan Pan's instructions, immediately aimed their guns at Mei Leng, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

An He stretched out the thumb and index finger of both hands, put them in front of his eyes, and made a gesture of aiming.

Things slowed down a hundred times in his eyes, and the slow-flying bullets entered the aiming range of An He's fingers.

The mental power spun rapidly in front of him, forming a colorless bullet like a substance.

An He took a deep breath, and the mental bullet flew out as if it had been fired from the chamber, and the bullet came first, hitting the bullet that was aimed at Mei Leng.

A cluster of small sparks bloomed in the air.

Mei Lengruo felt something and turned her head, just in time to see this scene.

The two colliding bullets changed their trajectory and happened to hit two Anti-Godmen separately.

The man who raised his gun to attack Mei Leng turned pale with fright, and aimed his gun at An He by reflex. The next moment, he felt like a heavy hammer was thrown in his head. His mouth and nose were bleeding, and he fainted, becoming one of the trampled members.

Mei Leng successfully rescued the injured young man and joined the guards.

The high dome of the church sprinkled white feathers, and the feathers exuded a faint white halo, as if from the wings of an angel.

All injuries touched by the feathers will heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even those who have only one breath left can be cured and come back.

The tall god statue lowered its head slightly, looking down at everyone with compassion.

This sacred scene can't infect other people at all, they are red-eyed, only know that the opponent's wound has healed, and they create new wounds on the opponent.

Luo Lei's face was pale, and a drop of cold sweat slowly flowed from her forehead: "How could this be?"

"Pause the ability, it's useless." An He said softly, "Look."

A thin black mist rose from the blood on the church floor.

The wounds on the other people also gave off a similar mist. They didn't realize it, immersed in fighting and fighting, and they were about to knock down the enemies who opposed their ideas or beliefs.

The black mist entangled around them, connecting with each other among them, like...

"Like a black silk thread." Luo Lei said in a daze.

"This is pollution, the pollution of the God of Disease." The shadow under An He's feet suddenly spoke.

The shadow stood upright and turned into Luo Xiu's appearance.

"Some people's guesses are actually correct. The various diseases that entangle them and are difficult to get rid of are indeed from the God of Disease."

Bei Jingmei murmured: "The leader's idea is actually right?"

Luo Lei's father once said that the current god of disease can only bring disaster.

It is necessary to prevent the belief in the god of disease in the world, otherwise believers may call the real disaster.

"It's a big mistake." Luo Xiu provoked a mocking smile, "The real god has indeed passed away long ago, and the ones who spread pollution now are existences like a disaster."

"It would be a good thing if the believers could call the true God back to solve the disaster." Luo Xiu said almost coldly, "But no matter how the believers pray or cry, He will never come back."

Looking at the chaotic crowd, Luo Xiu said in a sighing tone: "Look, the thugs wantonly attack the believers of God and spill dirty blood on the holy church. Negative emotions will promote pollution. If this continues, these people will die."

"Can God respond in the slightest to this?"

An He looked at the statue.

The thread-like mist surrounding the crowd condensed into substance, turning into real black threads.

One section of the many silk threads submerged into everyone's body respectively, and the other end neatly converged in the same direction.

The fluttering of white feathers did not attract the attention of the crowd, but this vision made them stop.

They all looked at the direction where the silk threads converged.

——that was the palm of the idol.

The black silk thread takes away all pollution, takes away their sickness and pain, and then falls into the hands of the gods.

I don't know who shouted.

"God has come to save us!"

"Same as in ancient times, same as in ancient times!"

"Whenever people fall into despair and cannot see the way forward, God will show up to guide us and redeem us!"

The believers knelt down one after another with tears in their eyes, shouted the honorable name of God, and worshiped.Anti-Godists are all shocked by such miracles, and unconsciously act the same as believers.

Many had disheveled hair, and their clothes were torn in chaos, stained with blood and filth.

He actually appeared in front of the gods in such an embarrassing posture!They were extremely annoyed, but they were unwilling to step away from God, so they could only arrange their appearance as much as possible, and kept reciting the sentences of confession and prayer.

The priest's voice was broken with excitement, and he could not speak.He knelt down deeply towards the idol, tears streaming down his wrinkled old face.

Bei Jingmei beside Luo Lei couldn't help but kneel down and salute.

In the huge cathedral, only three prisoners who committed the crime of blasphemy remained standing.

Luo Xiu couldn't believe it, and said to himself in shock: "This is impossible."

Luo Lei traveled from the earth, so she lacked a sense of reality about the gods.

She has not yet fully integrated into this world. Even though she knows in her heart that there are probably gods in this world, she seems to be floating and unable to form an inherent cognition. Listening to others talking about gods is more like listening to stories.

Luo Lei stared at the statue.

Is this really, God?

What kind of existence is God?