In the troubled times of the ten directions, the Martial Saint in the world!

The night is as dark as ink, and everything is gloomy.

Wang Yan sat on the dim kerosene lamp, looking at the holy spirit pistol with great interest.

"Ordinary gold is refined and ingeniously created. It seems ordinary but contains a faint sense of sacredness. The five elements are fire, and the heavenly sun is blessed. This is similar to the spirit-enchanting technique of Wanfa Palace, but there is a difference between them. The method is too ordinary. At most, it can hurt low-level resentful spirits, but a ghost with a little cultivation is helpless." Wang Yan shook his head slightly.

He got up slowly, hung the Holy Spirit pistol on his waist, and walked out of the office.

At the practice shooting range at this moment, there are still crisp gunshots.

That was Zhang Liang practicing marksmanship hard.

"Squeak-"

The door of the Special Operations Division was pushed open, and he walked straight into the street, standing on top of the scattered streetlights.

In the distance, there are idle carriages parked.

Horse-drawn carriages still exist in New England today.

It's just that the nightmare horse with some demon blood has replaced the mortal horse with the flames of hell.

After ten o'clock in the middle of the night, trams are out of service, cars are sparse, and horse-drawn carriages are the best tool.

Da da da--

The sound of crisp footsteps echoed in the silent alley.

The streets at this moment are no longer crowded, full of tranquility and depression.

On both sides of the dark, there is only a faint light from the street lamps.

"The night is really quiet now. I remember, it was mentioned in the classics that the former world, the former England, the real empire on which the sun never sets. When the night falls, the neon lights are flashing, the lights are feasting, and there is infinite joy , very lively." Wang Yan said softly.

"That is in the past." The coachman said softly, clutching the hanging silver cross, with a bit of longing in his eyes: "That was the era of peace, the era before the catastrophe. Today's night is the warmth of the devil. The nest is the cradle of evil spirits! When night falls, no one knows whether the person next to you is a human or the incarnation of a devil?"

Wang Yan asked with interest: "You still believe in God?"

It is recorded in that volume of "New England Strange Records" that God completely fell during the Great Annihilation.

Accompanied by His fall, many priests became crazy about it and fell into killing and destruction.

Today, it is difficult to find followers of His faith.

Even if there are, they are bloodthirsty people who worship the fallen God, murderous madmen!
Today's church honors the former Archangel Michael.

In New England today, there are few people who believe in God.

"Yes, I have believed for three generations." The coachman nodded slightly, speaking calmly.

Wang Yan said curiously, "If I remember correctly, there are no priests serving God anymore, right?"

The coachman sighed softly, and said slowly: "I just want peace of mind. It doesn't matter if there are no priests, we can pray at home by ourselves."

A bit of helplessness flashed across his eyes, and he said softly; "It's just a safe expectation."

Wang Yan nodded thoughtfully, "You don't believe in that Archangel Michael?"

The coachman subconsciously refused: "He is not the Lord, nor does he have the power of the Lord. How dare the evil god be so carefree when the Lord is still there?"

It seems that this is a lack of faith?

There was light and shadow flickering in Wang Yan's eyes, and he said softly: "I know a god, very powerful. He is an ancient god, and the Buddha of the East is his incarnation, and his personality is far above the archangel. Perhaps, Comparable to God!"

The coachman frowned, instinctively showing a bit of hostility and defense, and said coldly: "What do you mean, are you trying to spread the evil spirit to me?"

"That is the primordial heavenly king, the Supreme God, the god of the East. In the far east, the power of God is far above God." Wang Yan said with a smile: "Since God has already fallen, why not What about believing in a god who is equal to God?"

The coachman's face was still gloomy, "I won't trust evil gods."

"Really? Then you missed a good opportunity. You lost the chance to save your child. You can only say that time is fate!" Wang Yan pretended to be regretful, shook his head and sighed. Then he got out of the carriage.

The driver's expression suddenly changed, and he gritted his teeth and said sharply, "How do you know?"

"Not only do I know about her condition, but I can also save her life. After all, I am a follower of the Primordial Heavenly King!" Wang Yan said in a slow voice, pretending to be profound.

The holy light sprinkled at the right time, illuminating the dark streets.

Wang Yan lives in the light, and behind him seems to be the arrival of the great sun, stepping on a golden lotus, and pouring down infinite golden necklaces, like a god, infinitely sublime, infinitely sacred.

"God, a miracle?"

The coachman knelt down on the ground subconsciously, and said in great panic, "You, are you an envoy of God?"

He looked very disturbed.

After the Great Annihilation, God fell, the former gods disappeared, and no more miracles appeared!
All the gods since then, such as the sun god, the god of knowledge, the god of the hidden, the god of war, the god of the sky, and even today's archangel Michael, have no miracles manifested!
In the past 300 years, the envoy of God who walked in the world has also become a legend.

This is the first time he has seen a real angel.

"It's quite appropriate to be called an envoy of God." Wang Yan said in a low voice, "Now, trust me?"

In his words, there was a bit of inexplicable delusion and confusion: "Trust me, follow me, respect my lord, believe in my lord!!"

The coachman seemed to be possessed, and murmured: "Follow the original heavenly king, believe in the original heavenly king! Follow the original heavenly king, believe in the original heavenly king"

While he was whispering, his eyes were a little more devout.

There was light and shadow in Wang Yan's eyes.

At the moment when the other party was born with the belief in the original heavenly king, he used the power of the primordial spirit to amplify such emotions in the other party's heart.

"Where do you live? Lead me there, after all, your daughter needs me to save." Wang Yan said with a faint smile.

At this moment, his image among the coachmen was even more holy and resplendent.

"My lord envoy, please come with me. We live in the outer city, which is relatively remote. Please take a few more steps." The coachman said cautiously.

Between words, he tied the nightmare horse aside.

As if aware of Wang Yan's doubts, he said a little embarrassedly: "The copper cart and the nightmare horse both belong to the company. I am only in charge of pulling the cart and can only use it when working in the city, and cannot take it out of the city."

Wang Yan nodded slightly, "I can understand."

Walking out of the city, his brows subconsciously frowned.

Outside the city, it was extremely desolate.

In the void, there is a strong black breath, which contains the meaning of corrosion.

On the ground, there seems to be mottled with blood,

On the rocks, there are pieces like flesh and blood, even if they are weathered, you can still feel the ferocity.

"Do you live in such an environment?" Wang Yan said slowly.

The coachman coughed lightly and smiled bitterly: "Yes. This is pretty good. After all, if you want to live in the city, you need to pay 6500 points of living fund a month. In addition to the cost of renting a house, we ordinary people can't afford it at all. .”

Between the words, he coughed twice in succession, and even coughed up blood.

"I'm sorry, my lord. I, I don't have respiratory diseases, and I don't have any infectious diseases. You can rest assured. I, I just stayed in the city for too long, and I couldn't bear the air in the outer city for a while. I'll be fine after getting used to it for a while." The driver's smile was filled with humility.

Wang Yan pursed his lips slightly, pretending to be calm and said: "Then you should believe in the original king. After all, one of the incarnations of that god is the emperor of the East. The emperor of humanity wants the common people to be safe, the people to be healthy, and all living beings to be as good as possible." dragon."

"Don't be oppressed by the gods, don't be harmed by evil spirits! You can't worship the gods in the sky, you can't kneel down to worship the demons of purgatory, the human race can stand on its own in the world, self-sufficient and self-improving, this is the way of the emperor."

"In today's world, there is a country called Great Tang! It is a world of humanity, a world of glory! A world where all beings are equal!"

Hearing this, the coachman's blood boiled with enthusiasm, and he yearned for it infinitely. He couldn't help but said excitedly: "This, is the Human Emperor? The incarnation of the original heavenly king?"

This is what he dreamed of! !
Whether it was the Holy See when God was still there in the past, or the Holy See ruled by the archangel Michael today, they didn't care about ordinary people like them.

However, this emperor cares about them!
His eyes are not only on the sky, but also on the earth.

"My lord envoy, we have arrived."

Walking to the huge embankment, the coachman suddenly spoke.

Wang Yan frowned slightly.

This is the downstream of the river and the downstream outlet of urban industrial wastewater discharge.

In the distance, the ironworks billowing with smoke could be vaguely seen.

What are you doing here?
"Master Angel, our village is right here, please follow me." The coachman carefully climbed up the embankment and went down the side path.

Then, what caught Wang Yan's eyes was a dirty but extremely clean village.

It's twisted and weird.

There are crooked telephone poles everywhere in the village, and many wires are twisted around.

The interior is full of boxes, and fragments splash and fall from time to time.

That is discarded industrial waste.

"That's how the village is. My lord God made me laugh." The coachman rubbed his hands, his words were rather disturbed.

It seems to be worried about something.

"Do you live here?" Wang Yan said slowly, and stepped straight into the village.

In his eyes, he could clearly capture the black breath diffused here.

It was the fusion of evil spirits, ghostly spirits, and industrial waste gas.

For ordinary people, it is a severe injury.

"It's the third generation here. In today's world, since the cataclysm, there are not many places to stay. Although it's dirty and messy, you can still live if you clean it up." The coachman said slowly .

In front of a dilapidated house, the two stopped.

This is a patchwork house, hung with tires and wires.

"Here we are, Lord Envoy. This is my residence. The place is small and the environment is not as good as in the city. Please take care of me." The driver said very carefully.

Wang Yan's eyes looked at the river in the distance.

There are a lot of plastic garbage floating on it, and the huge copper pipe is aimed at the river, and the dirty industrial waste is pouring into it.

The strong and pungent smell spread instantly.

"Mr. Volt, who is this?"

The young man who was doing handicrafts saw Wang Yan who was out of place here.

"This is the envoy of God." The coachman quickly introduced.

Angel?

At this moment, many residents on both sides were extremely vigilant.

The young man subconsciously held the steel wrench in his hand.

"Mr. Volt, are you bewitched? We know that your daughter is seriously ill, but the Church of the Evil God absolutely cannot believe it. Those guys are real ogres." The old man on the side dissuaded.

"Everyone, listen to me. This is a real envoy, an envoy like the pastor of the Holy See, not a believer of evil gods. He is here." The coachman thought about continuing to explain, but was stopped by Wang Yan.

He pushed open the door and walked to the window covered with old newspapers.

The girl was lying on the bed very quietly, her face was pale and bloodless, and there was only a trace of hesitation.

"Industrial pollution, evil spirits, and evil spirits."

Wang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly raised his hand.

In an instant, a lotus flower with fresh and emerald green blooms in nothingness, full of vitality and cleansing.

On the withered and yellow earth, there are faint green grasses growing.

The breeze swept across, the vitality dispersed, and the rich power of life burst out!
"This, this is a miracle!"

The young man holding the wrench was trembling, extremely shocked.

The breeze blows, and the huge village is shrouded in emerald green. On the dead trees, there are branches growing, and the earth is full of grass!
Hundreds of people in the village knelt down to the ground in shock.

This is a true miracle!
"Ugh-"

A light and weak voice followed, coming from the girl on the hospital bed.

Between the pairs of eyes, her face began to turn red visibly! !

"The vitality is restored, and the disease is dispelled. As long as the construction is sufficient, she will be able to walk on the ground after three days." Wang Yan gently closed his hand and said with a faint smile.

"Many, thank you for the envoy of God! Thank you for the envoy of God!" The coachman trembled and burst into tears!

His daughter finally woke up! !

"God, my lord envoy, which god do you follow?" The young man knelt down on the ground and asked very piously.

Wang Yan smiled lightly, and said solemnly and solemnly: "The Primordial Heavenly King!!"

He clasped his hands together, pretending to be devout and authentic: "This is an ancient god from the East, a supreme god comparable to God! He is omnipotent, he is merciful, and he has the intention of saving the world! His incarnation is His Majesty the Human Sovereign, who walks the supreme holy way and spreads the virtues of the human race!"

"The Emperor of Humanity, the Emperor of Humanity, governs all people, and saves them from suffering!"

"I came here today to spread the way of the gods and recruit believers."

Between Wang Yan's words, he slowly raised his hand, and hundreds of golden lotuses bloomed in the void, and many golden necklaces fell down.

The meaning of holiness burst out, completely dispelling the haze here.

The rays of light shone down, and everyone felt extremely warm, which was an indescribable comfort.

"Everyone, would you like to follow the original king with me?" (End of this chapter)