Great South African Canyon.
Loess highlands and strange, jagged mountains sprawled everywhere, while vultures circling high overhead beat their wings.
Within one of these mountain ranges, countless bodies clad in white robes lay in various poses throughout the silent canyon.
Bodies littered the ground as far as the eye could see—the phrase could not have been more fitting.
Jesse followed behind the young man calling himself Peter, her eyes empty.
Just two minutes earlier, the two of them had suddenly appeared in this canyon.
What surprised Jesse most was that guards had suddenly poured out into the previously peaceful canyon.
Without a word, they raised their guns and opened fire on the pair.
As a bona fide white American, Jesse's first reaction was to crouch down and lower her body as much as possible to avoid the bullets.
Then she witnessed a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life.
"Peter" merely raised a hand.
Then, like subjects paying homage to a king, the whistling bullets fell one after another to the ground.
Then Jesse saw Peter snap his fingers.
As his fingers moved, the guards firing at them exploded one by one like bursting tomatoes.
The gore was so extreme that even Jesse, who had seen plenty of blood, could not help crouching down and vomiting.
"Enough. Don't be so fragile. Let's go."
Jino's expression remained unchanged as he led Jesse into the base.
After passing through a steel corridor built at enormous expense and killing the guards who rushed over, the two quickly found the so-called Son of God Messiah in a room made of heavy metal.
A fool with crooked eyes, buck teeth, and drool running from his mouth.
The fool was currently wearing a white robe, squatting in the corner of the room