"Brother, shall we pass the torch?"
The Believer Clone stands at the crossroads, and upon seeing someone pass by, immediately steps forward to intercept them, muttering incoherently.
Are you sick in the head?
The soldier gave him a rather disdainful look.
The Believer Clone persisted. "This world is full of sin; only the coming of God can save everything."
"Take this opportunity to believe in our Lord; it's not too late."
"Otherwise, when God descends, He will judge all the sinful beings in this world with fire!"
The Believer Clone created a new vocabulary for itself.
Combined with his Fervor expression, he looked even more like a mentally ill person.
The soldier shoved him aside and hurried away from the strange man.
The Believer Clone shouted at the soldier's retreating figure, "How dare you disrespect Allah! You will be the first to be judged!"
Only after the other person had walked away did the clone compose himself.
Immediately afterwards, he showed off on the Local Area Network.
"How was my acting? Not bad, right?"
"There's no problem with him being the best actor."
The Dharma King said in a deep voice, "Keep it up, the Preacher are already around you."
Upon hearing this, the Believer Clone began barking wildly at the passersby.
"Waaaaah--"
The Big Black, shrouded in the Fog of War, continued to growl towards the vicinity of the Believer Clone.
The Dharma King patted the dog's head. "You did a good job this time. I'll give you a bonus when we get back."
Big Black immediately sat up straight, its face full of loyalty.
The Dharma King and his entourage hid high in the sky, overlooking the entire crossroads.
In an inconspicuous, dark corner, as ripples spread through the space, a figure clad in a black robe emerged.
The Mist Lord murmured, "It really was hidden in the void."
The Dharma King grinned. "But he would never guess that we have a Hunting Beast here."
Trying to use Void Traversal and void concealment against Hunting Beast is like showing off your limited skills before an expert.
The Dharma King said on the Local Area Network, "Should we go and subdue him now?"
Qin Ze replied, "We don't know his strength, so let's not act rashly. Just let the old man hold him off."
"When I arrive, I'll signal for the Saber King to come over."
There are free thugs available, so why not take advantage of them?
The Person in Black Robes appeared in front of the Believer Clone in the blink of an eye.
He examined his clone closely and found that the Corruption in its Spiritual Sea of Consciousness had disappeared.
"Strangeness."
The Person in Black Robes leaned on a cane inlaid with rubies, frowning as he muttered to himself.
He had never seen anything so bizarre; the Corruption he had planted with his own hands had vanished.
Even after the Corruption was gone, this person remained so devout to God.
The Person in Black Robes did not suspect a trap.
After all, this was a new world, and no Preacher had ever visited it before. The beings in the world had no idea what Preacher and fanatics were.
The Person in Black Robes ' first reaction was that some kind of unusual change had occurred in the Believer Clone.
The clone sensed an extremely pure aura of evil emanating from the man in Person in Black Robes.
This smell made him very uncomfortable.
However, as a professional actor, the clone still delivered his signature lines.
"Brother, shall we pass the torch?"
The Person in Black Robes laughed upon hearing this, "You want to preach to me?"
The clone exclaimed excitedly, "You are the first person who can understand our Lord!"
"You are so intelligent; you only need to faithfully serve God, and God will never fail you."
Or do you crave power?
"Whatever you desire, the Lord will give you."
The Preacher nodded in satisfaction. "You are indeed devout."
The clone puffed out his chest and raised his head. "Of course I am devout to the Lord!"
The Preacher slowly raised his head, and the clone finally saw his face clearly.
His skin was as pale as paper, his eyes were sunken, and he looked emaciated.
It's practically just a skeleton covered with a layer of skin.
The clone blurted out involuntarily, "You really are a budget-friendly design."
The Preacher was bewildered. "What do you mean?"
The clone explained, "You have a face that makes you a loyal servant of my master."
The Preacher replied proudly, "That's natural."
Qin Ze had not yet arrived, and the Believer Clone continued to stall for time with his silver tongue.
"The Lord protects all beings; in His eyes, there is no high or low, noble or base, all are equal."
The Lord said, "All beings are without form; appearance is merely a shell, but the nobility of the soul is the most precious and rare thing..."
The clone kept talking incessantly.
The Preacher is unbelievable.
He, the Preacher, was actually preached to.
What amazed him even more was that what the clone said gave him a flash of inspiration, allowing him to gain a deeper understanding of the master he had never seen before.
The Person in Black Robes even felt that the believer before him was more like Preacher than he was.
The piety on the other person's face didn't seem feigned, which further convinced the Preacher that the Corruption must have caused some kind of mutation within his body.
The Preacher smiled. "You are a special being; I will take you to see Him."
As he spoke, the Preacher reached out to grab the clone's arm.
Having anticipated this, she split up and retreated to avoid him.
I haven't finished speaking yet.
The Preacher shook his head. "These sacred voices shouldn't be enjoyed by me alone; more believers should hear them."
The clone said anxiously on the Local Area Network, "What should I do? This skeleton soldier is going to take me away, I can't keep up the act!"
The Dharma King, sitting in the heavens, watched with great interest. "Think about what the best actor would do in this situation."
"If you can't think of anything, then it means you don't deserve the title of Best Actor."
The clone cursed inwardly, but outwardly had to put on a smiling face for the Preacher.
What! There are believers?
The Preacher was getting impatient.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but it seemed like this guy wanted to keep him there.
"There's no time. Come with me."
On his way there, he had already seen many people in gray coats searching house to house in the vicinity.
They'll find this place soon.
The clone who keeps talking about "God's arrival" will inevitably be captured.
Before fully understanding the unique characteristics of the clone, the Preacher did not want anything to happen to him.
Having said that, the Preacher grabbed the clone's arm.
Those withered hands were like a steel clamp, tightly locking him in place.
The clone sighed in the Local Area Network, "Farewell, my friends."
Qin Ze's voice suddenly rang out. "Look at the sky."
The clone immediately raised its head.
The Preacher who was about to lead him away saw this and curiously looked up.
A golden bolt of lightning streaked across the sky from afar and fell straight down towards them.
The Preacher immediately shielded his clone behind him and gently tapped his cane on the ground.
No sooner said than done.
Thunder had already struck, and violent lightning swept in all directions in an instant.