Chapter 478 Praise the Prophet!

"Go to the space node.ඏ♦ ♦♦"

Fang Xiu walked straight to the empty space after the destruction of the Garden of Eden, slowly stretched out his hand, and placed it flat on the air.

The next moment, the forbidden power was activated, and a black hole suddenly appeared in the void.

Everyone filed in and appeared again in the black and white world.

"Fuck! This is the first time I feel so beautiful!" Yang Ming looked at his colorful hands in shock. Against the backdrop of the black and white world, he felt like he was glowing.

At this time, Xiao Chuxia came over like a character in a plot: "Brother Xiu, Brother Xiu, in this situation, I suddenly remembered a sentence."

Fang Xiu ignored her as usual.

"Even if the world is black and white, you are the only one who will always be colorful in my heart."

"Ugh!" Yang Ming's dry retching sound came.

Fang Xiu ignored the people who were playing around, but directly asked the fat man to start the transmission.

"Fatty, one hundred and fifty miles west."

Whoosh!

A flash of white light passed by, and everyone disappeared instantly.

A moment later, they appeared in the Holy City. The Holy City at this time was the same as in their memory, with pedestrians coming and going on the street, but the only difference was that everyone was like a horse torn apart, with a compassionate expression, crying loudly, as if they were people abandoned by God.

The scene of the whole city crying bitterly was truly spectacular and weird.

"The whole city is crying?" Zhao Hao shuddered and quietly retreated behind Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu frowned slightly, and his strong hearing allowed him to hear the content of the crying of these fanatics.

"We are abandoned by God!"

"This is no longer a holy city, but a place abandoned by God!"

"God, what did your people do wrong? Why do you abandon your devout believers!"

Hearing this, Fang Xiu rushed straight to the church where the Son of Angel descended.

Bang!

A black light flashed on his body, and the church door disappeared instantly without a trace.

After entering the church, the paint pool was still there, but the paint inside was empty. There was no godhead, no black god, and no Zhou Qingfeng. It was as clean as if it had been robbed.

As expected.

Fang Xiu understood clearly in his heart, and he roughly guessed the cause and effect.

After Zhou Qingfeng split his consciousness, he no longer retained the memory of the death rollback. When he rolled back to the headquarters, Zhou Qingfeng's consciousness would also roll back to the location of this time period.

Headquarters!

He and Zhou Qingfeng were once one, so once he rolled back to the headquarters, Zhou Qingfeng's location must also be the headquarters. Except for the lack of memory, the location should be exactly the same.

Moreover, the split state will not be lifted, because the only thing that remains unchanged in the death rollback is his own consciousness.

If he rolls back with an independent consciousness, Zhou Qingfeng's consciousness will certainly come back with him, but under the influence of the law of unchanged consciousness, it must still be in a split state.

As for why Zhou Qingfeng's consciousness was not discovered, it was very simple. First of all, consciousness is illusory and difficult to detect, and Zhou Qingfeng's consciousness can escape from the gaze of the strange god, and it is even easier to hide from his senses.

With Zhou Qingfeng's wisdom, when he broke away from himself, he must have realized everything.

So Zhou Qingfeng went to the west without stopping for a moment and commanded the black god to leave with the godhead.

He did not take the believers with him because there was no time. It would take a certain amount of time to kill all the believers and transform them into nutrients for the angel godhead.

As for where he escaped to, Fang Xiu knew the answer without guessing, it must be the other shore!

Just as Fang Xiu was thinking, Yang Ming suddenly shouted: "Look, there are words at the bottom of the pool!"

Everyone immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a line of small words engraved on the bottom of the pool.

"One month later, the other shore will come and the world will end."

Signed: Zhou Qingfeng.

Fang Xiu frowned when he saw this line of words. One month later is the day when the other shore will come in full?

He didn't think Zhou Qingfeng was lying. Such a person didn't need to lie about something so obvious.

"Hahaha..." Yang Ming laughed, "The end of the world in a month? Who does he think he is? A prophet?"

"What he said should be true. The invasion of the other side has been deepening. A full-scale invasion is a matter of time." Fang Xiu said calmly.

Yang Ming's laughter stopped abruptly, like a duck being strangled by the neck.

"No, Brother Xiu, are you kidding?" Yang Ming said in disbelief. Although he said it was a joke, his hand betrayed him. He had already lit a cigarette.

Fang Xiu ignored Yang Ming and looked at Wuwei and Kongjian.

Wuwei and Kongjian looked at each other and understood what Captain Fang meant.

They began to silently deduce the secrets of heaven.

One took out a compass, and the other took out a Buddhist rosary. The two closed their eyes, chanted something, and the light on their bodies surged.

Then, the two vomited blood together.

Puff! Puff!

Wuwei and Kongjian were hit hard, and they spit out two mouthfuls of blood. Their expressions were horrified and their bodies were shaky.

"No, two masters, why do you spit out blood every time you deduce the secrets of heaven? Is this a necessary procedure?" Yang Ming complained.

After this, Wuwei and Kongjian spit out blood again.

However, the two did not denounce Yang Ming immediately, but reported to Fang Xiu with shocked faces.

Fang Xiu waved his hand and let the two swallow their words again.

"No need to say, your reactions have already explained everything."

Fang Xiu was very calm, but others were not as calm as him.

"Two masters, have you seen the end of the world?"

Wuwei and Kongjian looked solemn, without saying a word, and nodded heavily.

Everyone was shocked, so sudden! ? The end of the world will come in a month? ?

Yang Ming quietly lit another cigarette.

At this time, Fang Xiu had already walked out of the church.

"Brother Xiu, where are you going?"

"To greet my believers." Fang Xiu said without turning his head.

Everyone was confused.

In the outside world, Fang Xiu came to the most crowded street, and the light of his soul poured into the angel's law. His left eye suddenly turned into a holy silver, spotless.

A pair of white angel wings appeared, and his figure slowly rose into the air. The holy light wrapped him. At that moment, it was as if a real angel had descended on the earth.

In the holy city, the people who were originally crying suddenly found that a dazzling holy light emerged in the air, and the sound of empty praise sounded in the dark.

All the people stopped crying and looked up at the sky, as if they saw God.

However, this time, God... was a Xia countryman.

"My devout people, God has not abandoned you, and I will always be with you!" Fang Xiu's indifferent voice resounded throughout the holy city, mighty and mighty, like the sound of heaven.

The entire holy city fell into silence for two seconds, and then cheers like a tsunami broke out!

"Great! God has not abandoned us!"

"God will always be with us!"

Countless people cried with joy, and as the first person knelt down devoutly, more and more fanatics knelt down to Fang Xiu.

Their expressions were pious and fanatical!

"Praise the angels!"

"Praise the angels!!"

Facing the praises of the crowd, Fang Xiu calmly stretched out his palm and signaled everyone to be silent.

The entire holy city was instantly quiet, and countless fanatics looked at Fang Xiu fanatically, as if waiting for God to give them a lecture.

"I am the agent of God in the world, the incarnation of God, and... a prophet."

The indifferent voice spread throughout the venue, as if some kind of switch was pressed.

Boom!

Unimaginable praises rang out, and countless voices converged into one sentence.

"Praise the prophet!!"

(I won't move anymore. There is only one chapter today. I have been working overtime for half a month, working 16 hours a day, from 8 am to 12 pm. Even an iron man can't stand it!)