Chapter 189 God’s Punishment Arrives

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

These people who can come over early in the morning to watch the trial are all fans of the Saint. Their consciousness has long been implanted deep in their brains. The Saint has been burned to death. They seem to be trying to awaken the Saint in this way. .

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

"God's punishment has come to punish this person who blasphemed the saint!"

Tangze's body was gradually lifted into the air, and he stood in the center of the stadium, looking at everyone and shouting: "I'll give you five minutes to get out. Those who stay, I will send you to see the saint."

No one left...

Everyone remained unmoved, crossing their hands on their chests and swaying from side to side while singing.

"As expected of the saint's most devout people, I will send you to see the saint!"

Suddenly, Karasawa's eyes flashed with purple lightning.

The originally gloomy sky gradually darkened, and the entire Huzhou fell into darkness. People staying at home looked at the sky curiously, why did the day suddenly turn into night? Is it going to rain again?

In an instant, a purple thunder and lightning flashed within the black clouds, giving people a strong sense of oppression. People who saw this thunder were frightened and quickly pulled up the bed curtains and huddled under the quilt.

The stadium was plunged into darkness, but Karasawa in the sky was like a god, with subtle purple thunder and lightning surrounding his body.

Above the stadium, streaks of thunder were gathering, as if Tangze's order would crush everything ruthlessly!

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

Zhou Yang murmured dullly: "How can this be a god? This is simply the father of a god."

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

"It's divine punishment! It's divine punishment that has come!!! Hahaha."

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

"Judge those who blasphemed the saint and let the saint return!!!"

Listening to the shouts of the people around him, Tang Ze looked up to the sky and smiled, his eyes already covered by thunder and lightning.

"You like divine punishment so much. Today I will let you take a good look at what divine punishment is."

"The Wrath of Thunder!"

As Tangze's fingertips fell, the uncontrollable thunder in the clouds poured down instantly, and a terrifying momentum swept around.

Everyone watched the thunder falling from the sky with enthusiasm. This kind of scene had never been seen in their lives. Only when God is angered will God rain down thunder.

But when he saw purple lightning piercing the ceiling and falling to the side, in an instant, all the people in that area were turned into powder.

"O God, we are your people, and those who blaspheme the saint are there!"

Tang Ze looked sideways, and with a flick of his hand, a terrifying thunderbolt 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 thunder vortex appeared above his head. The scene felt more apocalyptic than the apocalypse.

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

With a bang, thousands of thunderous wraths burst out from the vortex.

In an instant, the ground was riddled with holes, and the entire stadium was razed to the ground, even sinking 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 doing standing around, aren't you hungry? Do you also want to be baptized?"

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, hugging God's father's thigh tightly, what kind of saint is he licking? Brother Tang is the one who is good at licking me.

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 fonts were really an eyesore.

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

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

"Hello." A soft voice sounded on the phone, as if he had just woken up. Mainly because it was too late yesterday to gossip, and the owner was not at home, so he would definitely have to sleep in.

"You're still sleeping. I'll send you a seat. Come over for breakfast."

Sun Ting opened the curtains. It was already dawn, and she saw that it was nine o'clock: "Okay, I'll call them over right away."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, under the leadership of Zhou Yang and Nan Jie, they walked into the building in a swaggering manner. As long as they were talking about the saint, their pious faces would burst into blood mist.

Soon Tang Ze came to the top floor, the room where the saint lived.

"The saint knows how to enjoy it." Entering the room, Tangze looked around. The decoration was not gorgeous, but it gave people a sense of sainthood.

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

Tangze directly opened the bedroom door. The inside was neat and tidy, and there was a desk near the balcony. Tangze was a little curious as to how this saint gradually transformed from an ordinary person to what she is now.

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

Nan Jie shook his head and said, "No one dares to enter the saint's bedroom."

Tang Ze made a sound and opened the drawer. There were some books inside.

"theology"

"dictator"

"Illusion"

"psychology"

"Collective honor is above all else"

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

"Five days." Nan Jie said in a deep voice.

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

"At the beginning, the Dawn Society was just like its name. Everyone trusted and helped each other. At that time, she was like an angel descending to the earth, and was deeply loved by everyone."

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

"All opposition was regarded as destroying the collective. At first, it was just verbal education, and finally it rose to various cruel death sentences."

"Especially with the addition of the virus fusion, the saint became more unscrupulous and bewitched people. Her desires were no longer controllable."

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

Tang Ze put down the book and felt that Nan Jie seemed to be regretting that the saint could have taken the right path, but still went the wrong way.

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

A young and beautiful woman, being praised to the sky, controlling 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 aside, and someone in a chef's uniform brought the exquisite breakfast.

However, the chef seemed nervous and scared. He heard that all the followers of the saint died, and the saint herself was burned to death by him.