"The Final Sacrifice started..."
Also before Lu Xin and others left God's Nightmare, Hell Designer, who left Kindling Building, signed the most important document and took a car all the way to the Kindling City center and entered a huge underground shelter.
Here, without the knowledge of the Kindling City residents, a huge underground base covering an area of hundreds of acres has been built.
It has the most advanced security systems, living facilities, computer control systems, resource reserves, and even entertainment and leisure areas. Countless people have gathered here, including Pyro executives and their families, researchers, and the most direct troops.
When Hell Designer arrived at a huge office in the underground protection facility, he had already received the data from Kindling Building. So with a smile on his face, he walked into the office filled with big shots in suits and ties and said:
"Good news, that crazy guy has disappeared. He either entered God's Nightmare or was eliminated by Hell Umbrella."
"So, we can carry out this last ritual with peace of mind..."
"..."
At the conference table, a person wearing a senior security personnel tag said, "There are still many intruders on the run."
"It doesn't matter."
Hell Designer sat down in the middle seat and said, "With no leader, even a person with abilities is just a small drop of water in a big city with 30 million residents. No matter what they want to do, they will be instantly submerged in this spiritual ocean. And what we need to do is to let this ocean set off huge waves."
The entire circle of people around the conference table were silent, obviously not as optimistic as he was.
"After all, they are from the same city..."
"No, that's just the foundation of hell that we chose in advance..."
"..."
Hell Designer smiled, took the remote control that had been placed in front of his seat, lightly clicked it forward, and said, "Now, people all over the world are using all their methods to know where the hell we created is..."
"So now, why don't we show it to them directly?"
"..."
As he spoke, he pressed the remote control, and on the opposite wall, a whole wall of surveillance footage suddenly appeared.
In terms of quantity, there are almost more than a hundred.
And he randomly picked one, selected it, and confirmed it again, and the picture suddenly enlarged.
In the picture, there is a huge square.
There were people all around the square. They gathered from all the street corners and crowded outside the red lines drawn around it.
Because there were so many people, they even crowded into the surrounding intersections and occupied the nearby shops.
I don't know how many vehicles were honking their horns anxiously because they were unable to pass, but there was nothing they could do about this congestion.
Countless heads swayed under the light, like fish scales gathered in the sea.
At this moment, in the middle of the square, next to a podium covered with red cloth, a fat man wearing a suit and combed hair appeared. He ran up to the podium with small steps, took the microphone in his hand, and flicked it with his fingers.
"Tuk tuk..."
"Squeak..."
The harsh sound of electricity came from the loudspeaker, piercing the eardrums, and the surrounding noise suddenly became much weaker.
"Good evening, colleagues..."
A smile appeared on the fat man's face and he said loudly, "I am the missionary of True Church West Parish. People who know me well call me Teacher Wang. Of course, you can also call me by my English name, Tiche Wang. Anyway, this is just our code name in the world..."
A group of people around him became excited, applauded enthusiastically, and cheered.
"Okay, okay..."
The fat man pressed his hand slightly to make the surrounding quiet, and suddenly raised his voice. "Now I want to know..."
"... How many devout believers from our Western Diocese have come here?"
"..."
The crowd around them suppressed a little, then suddenly raised their voices and shouted loudly.
The sound almost drowned the entire square.
"Okay, okay..."
The fat man nodded, then suddenly raised his voice and said, "Don't those who didn't come know that we will give out two kilograms of eggs to each person today?"
"Boom..."
Suddenly, there was an even stronger cheer from the surroundings, completely drowning the entire square.
The madness in the surveillance footage was in sharp contrast to the strange expressions on the faces of the Tinder executives in the conference room.
A senior executive coughed and whispered, "What on earth is this?"
"Can such an important matter be left to them?"
"..."
His voice was not loud, but it suddenly aroused the sympathy of many people, who nodded repeatedly.
Hell Designer also heard it, turned around, smiled slightly at the person who questioned, and said, "This Tiche Wang is just one of the missionaries under Black Box. The candidate for the priest at the back. His ability is called 'Speech System' in the internal information released by Research Institute. I think you will soon be able to see why it should be given to him."
While he was explaining softly, he could see in the surveillance screen that Tiche Wang was holding a microphone and walking back and forth on the podium. He was very excited, the fat on his face was trembling, and large beads of sweat were dripping from his cheeks.
"... Those who don't come will not only not be able to share the eggs, but their true colors will also be exposed."
"Why?"
"Because we believe in True Hometown, not for these two pounds of eggs!"
"We believe in True Hometown because we hate this hypocritical, hierarchical world full of fraud and insensitivity, and because we firmly believe that one day, True Hometown will come and change our status quo forever..."
"..."
All around was the roar of endless crowds.
If he hadn't used the loudspeaker with the highest power and covered the entire square, his voice would have been drowned out.
In this turbulent momentum, the fat man became more and more excited, and his eyes were faintly red, almost bulging out.
He clenched his fist vigorously and beat it up and down.
As if beating some believer in the air who is not firm in his faith, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Why don't they come?"
"Because they don't believe that True Hometown will come, because they have no faith at all..."
"We saw our mentor from our hometown with our own eyes. He turned a cup into an apple..."
"When True Hometown comes, we will all have the ability to turn cups into apples, and all our wishes will come true..."
"But stupid people are always stupid..."
"You let him see a cup turn into an apple ten thousand times, and he still won't believe it."
"They will only enjoy the apples we conjured..."
"..."
He shouted loudly, making no secret of his anger and hatred of the believers who did not come.
As he shouted at the top of his lungs, the emotions of the believers around him became increasingly intense.
Their faces showed excited and serious expressions, and everyone felt as if they had a world on their shoulders.
His eyes are firm, and he has a deep sense of superiority when facing ignorant sentient beings.
When the emotions around him became more and more intense, he suddenly shouted to the people around him, "Do you believe that True Hometown will come?"
Countless people followed and shouted, "Believe..."
"Okay, you believe it, and I believe it too. This is why we are here..."
Tiche Wang shouted loudly, even his voice was a little torn. "They don't believe it, but I believe it..."
"True Hometown will not only come, it will even come today!"
"..."
Countless people shouted, "It will come today..."
Tiche Wang suddenly turned his head and looked seriously at the fanatical believers around him, then slowly and straightly, he knelt on his knees, put the microphone to his mouth, and said loudly, "Then, let us be here together and pray for the arrival of True Hometown. As long as we believe, we can do it. We have the most powerful belief. Anyone who blocks the arrival of True Hometown is our enemy."
"Anyone who does not believe in True Hometown should be thrown into the fire and burned to death..."
"Anyone who hesitates will surely fall into the sea of blood forever when True Hometown arrives..."
"..."
Wow...
Countless people around him knelt down one after another. If the spirit could be described as a vast ocean, then this vast ocean was being ignited by a kind of fanatical flame. Even those who had different opinions were instantly assimilated and knelt down firmly. Their eyes were flashing red. Following the fat man on the podium, they shouted excitedly and crazily, "True Hometown is bound to come..."
"Sacrifice our hearts to the truth..."
"For this world, usher in the dawn..."
"..."
Around the square, there were shouts that kept spreading outward, "Sacrifice our hearts to the truth..."
"For this world, usher in the dawn..."
"..."
"..."
"Didi..."
In the eyes of the senior executives in the conference room, next to the surveillance screen, the data from the monitor flashed red quickly.
The level of spiritual radiation is rapidly approaching the target.
"Did you see that?"
Hell Designer smiled at them, "This is the ability of a speaker."
"It's also human fragility."
"Similarly, this is why we must create hell..."
"Because when people start to become so vulnerable, how can we not be prepared for the impact?"
"..."
After a while, someone in the conference room whispered, "If only a little missionary had this ability."
"Then other places..."
"..."
"Don't worry..."
Hell Designer picked up the remote control again, selected several pictures in succession, and magnified them side by side on the screen.
He smiled and said, "True Church major dioceses, Fox Immortal Temple, Daytime Society, Six-Faced Buddha, Free Psychological Counseling Center, as well as Mysterious Affairs Investigation Department, Special Emergency Force, Black Box Council, and Abyssal Creatures who has been enjoying our offerings..."
"They have all been dispatched..."