Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The price of this sigh was that Wu Heng lightly stepped on the ground with his right foot.

A red ripple that was imperceptible to the naked eye spread out horizontally from the soles of his feet and spread out in all directions in a ripple-like manner.

One kilometer, ten kilometers, one hundred kilometers... until one thousand kilometers.

The ripples spread across Oregon.

Wherever it touched, the injured people were healed instantly, and even the dried blood dripping into the soil flowed back into the wounds.

The bleeding was reversed.

Nearly 400 million residents of Oregon were wailing and in pain. Some were even cut in half and were on their last breath. Those who would have died a second later, instantly recovered from their wounds, and their lower bodies grew out like balloons.

People were stunned, this was a miracle!

In just this moment, people who were originally only shallow believers suddenly became devout in their respective religious beliefs.

But only one group of people understood the truth. They felt the red fluctuations because they themselves were blood cursers.

They are the people who escaped from the white cage.

They stopped their original rescue actions, looked up at each other, with excitement in their eyes.

Martin had told them before that God was the enemy of mankind, and perhaps the only ones who could help them were the demons from hell.

But hell will save the world, and the devil will save people?

The eyes of these free cursers were filled with excitement. Hell, the devil? No, maybe this is the real Lord!
At this moment, they made a decision: to correct their beliefs.

They understood each other's meaning, which was to correct all the scriptures that pointed to the 'Creator', as they were wrong.

All should be corrected, pointing their source to the donor of the wounded, to the 'existence' that does not occupy the individual.

One of the cursers suddenly took off his hood.

Waving his hands, he rushed to the group of priests. He jumped onto a collapsed and tilted wall and stood tall.

The sunlight shone on him, and his skin was as white as snow, making him look like a vampire.

Even just standing in the sun is filled with a strong sense of incongruity.

It's like a demon living in the daytime!
"God, who are you?" asked the oldest pastor.

The nun at the side couldn't help but take two steps back and subconsciously grabbed the cross pendant on her chest.

"I?"

"I am the Resurrector!"

The curser with a face as sharp as a knife opened his arms and let the sunlight shine down. The light surrounding him no longer made him look gloomy, but instead gave him a strange sense of the sacredness of death.

"Jesus was crucified, and on the third day, when some women came to worship him in the morning, they found that he had been resurrected!"

“Jesus is not one person, but a group of people, a group of resurrected ones, and I am one of them.”

"As you can see, the miracle just now came from the Lord, from the Lord of our resurrection."

"In order to receive the Lord's gift, I will reproduce Jesus' miracles!"

He had a crazy smile on his face, but every word he said was sincere, and people could not sense any malice or lies.

The priests moved their lips slightly, wanting to subconsciously refute, but they couldn't say anything.

The other party was clearly praising faith, but it also seemed like they were blaspheming faith, but they just couldn't notice where the problem was.

The blood curser turned around and looked around.

The collapsed houses and broken streets were mostly made up of cement blocks mixed with mud, steel bars, and some debris.

Finally, he pulled out a crooked beam from a wooden villa from the ruins and broke it into a crooked cross shape.

After seeing the reaction of this curser, other blood cursers also came to this place. They also took off their hoods and then cooperated to put them up in front of the only hotel.

The hotel was the same one Wu Heng had stayed in before, and it was regarded as a place protected by God.

A three-meter-high wooden beam was erected and the curser climbed up.

Another dozen or so cursers formed a human ladder. They piled on top of each other and reached the position of the curser who had climbed up the wooden stake. They used nails to press against his palms and between his eyebrows.

The curser is not dead, his core lies in his heart.

Under the close gaze of many pastors and residents, he said: "I will recreate Jesus' experience. I will not die within three days and will bear the pain for everyone."

"It's just because I'm from the resurrection clan."

"I will lead you closer to the Lord and bathe you in His glory!"

"I will serve the Lord for these three days. After three days, I will return from death and bring the gospel to you and tell you about the Lord's latest experience."

"My name is Andrew!"

After saying this, the curser with nails pierced through his limbs and forehead fell silent.

Faced with this sacrifice-like act, no one tried to stop it because they had just enjoyed a miracle. The suffering they had suffered disappeared and their wounds healed.

Because they think that the curser is lucky and can get close to the Lord.

They even believed his words.

This scene was not only seen by the people present, but was also broadcast live on the synchronized TV channel, causing an instant uproar.

Everyone stared at the motionless body on the wooden frame.

The iron nail, which was a foot long, clearly pierced through the head of the body and nailed it to the wooden stake. For an ordinary person, this would be a 100% sure death.

But everyone is waiting, waiting for a miracle to happen!
Even if this miracle takes three full days.

"You guys leave, we and the priests will stay here and wait for three days!" another senior spellcaster said to local officials and residents.

Only they knew in their hearts that the curser on the stake would never lose his life.

For the Blood Curse Caster, this act of piercing the brain is similar to a nail being pierced by a needle without hurting the flesh.

It's no big deal at all.

Their eyes lit up. The killing was too slow. The previous killing did not even eliminate the entire city of Portland's devout believers.

And the number of believers who are hiding is countless.

If the belief can be fundamentally changed, the source of the "God" will no longer point to the "Creator" but to Wu Heng.

Perhaps it can also be considered an alternative way of clearing faith!

The most important thing is that this method is fast enough and can ensure thorough cleaning, which is a root-digging behavior.

Wu Heng's behavior gave them the best guiding light.

There is only one crucial point in all of this, that is, Wu Heng does not object to this matter.

In fact, he had already felt what was happening the moment the cursers took action. The residents of Portland had experienced tremendous changes in their emotions as their bodies recovered and as a result of this incident.

This kind of simplicity that is separated from tranquility and purity is definitely not what the creator likes.

Therefore, Wu Heng did not interfere with this development. He had more important things to do. (End of this chapter)