The spell's range covers the entire territory of China? Hand it over to the state.

The mole was filled with both elation and fear. As long as Long Xia carried out the massacre, he would have the opportunity to incite a riot and completely disrupt the place.

However, when he looked up, something happened that completely shattered his worldview.

The old man beside him, who had been coughing up blood and had a sallow complexion, visibly regained his rosy hue under the green rain. His shriveled chest swelled up as if inflated, and his wheezing, like a broken bellows, disappeared, replaced by strong and steady breathing.

Once again.

A young man, whose leg had broken while trying to escape a monster and whose wound was now infected and oozing pus, was staring blankly at his leg.

The necrotic tissue at the wound was peeling away, new granulation tissue was growing wildly, and pink skin was covering it. In just over ten seconds, the leg, which would most likely have had to be amputated, was completely healed.

"God... a miracle..."

Some people began to tremble, their voices trembling with sobs.

If the purple aura merely brought them to their senses, then this green rain was a true act of "bringing the dead back to life and healing flesh and bones."

What is hard currency in the apocalypse?

It's not gold, it's not US dollars, it's life.

This method, capable of pulling people back from the brink of death, is more impactful to these people who have just experienced hell than any guns or slogans.

thump.

The first person knelt down.

He wasn't forced; rather, his knees buckled. The sheer terror in his soul, faced with this utterly incomprehensible "divine power," made him unable to stand.

Thump, thump.

Like an autumn wind sweeping through a wheat field, swathes of people knelt on the ground. They raised their hands, catching the rain of light from the sky; some cried, some laughed, and some frantically stuffed the green rain into their mouths and smeared it on their festering sores.

In the entire resettlement area, apart from the Longxia soldiers on guard duty, there was no one else standing.

The mole also knelt on the ground.

He dared not disobey. Faced with this overwhelming force, standing would make him a target. Although the green rain was corroding him, he could still endure it, because he was a modified "painless warrior."

"Damn it... damn it!" The mole gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with venom. "If I can survive this, I swear I'll make Long Xia pay the price and get this information back..."

result.

"The sky...the sky is on fire?" someone nearby exclaimed in a panic.

The mole suddenly raised its head.

In the eastern sky, at the edge where purple and green intertwined, a crimson "sun" opened its eyes without warning.

No, that's not the sun.

It is an eye.

A huge, crimson eye with vertical pupils hangs tens of thousands of meters in the sky, like a god looking down on ants, coldly gazing at this land.

[Heavenly Candle Divine Photo].

When the Candle Dragon opens its eyes, it is daytime; when it closes its eyes, it is nighttime.

And those who are gazed upon by this eye will have all their secrets and malice exposed.

An indescribable burning sensation rose from the depths of the mole's heart.

A beam of red light shot straight down on him.

"not good!"

The mole's expression changed drastically. His camouflage, which he was so proud of, began to melt like butter on a hot pan under the red light, revealing the modified metallic skin underneath.

Not only that.

He felt a bone-chilling cold lock onto him.

That red light is poisonous!

No, it's the red light that's conscious!

The refugees kneeling and praying around them felt warm and cozy when they came into contact with the red light, like a fireplace in winter.

Only him.

Only the mole, and dozens of other "kindred spirits" scattered throughout the refugee camp.

At this moment, the red light emanating from them was dazzling and burning hot.

Even in the daytime, these dozens of people were as conspicuous as searchlights in the dark.

Moreover, this light carried a deep, soul-piercing pain, as if karmic fire were burning away sins.

"ah!!!"

Not far away, a female spy disguised as a pregnant woman let out a piercing scream. She rolled on the ground clutching her stomach, black smoke billowing from her body—the embodiment of "malice" being burned.

The mole wanted to run away.

He didn't understand why, even though he had eliminated his pain receptors, he still felt waves of pain surging through his heart.

But he knew he had to get out of the red light's reach immediately.

Suddenly, the mole sprang up from the crowd, holding two miniature smoke bombs in his hands, about to throw them to the ground.

He was professionally trained; once the smoke was up and chaos was created, he was 80% confident he could succeed…

boom!

A sharp gunshot shattered his illusions.

The mole felt a chill between his brows, and then the world was plunged into eternal darkness.

Before his body even fell down, two smoke grenades that hadn't had time to pull the pin rolled to the ground.

And on the watchtower a few hundred meters away.

Sniper Li Erniu chewed gum and watched the guy covered in red light fall through his tactical goggles, without even aiming properly.

"The eighteenth."

Li Erniu pulled back the bolt, ejected a scorching hot cartridge case, and said with a relaxed expression, "As expected of the boss's product, it's so useful. With these bastards wearing such big red X's on their heads, it's hard for me to miss."

Before Su Yun unleashed his skill, the meeting room staff had already notified them to prepare.

This shot seemed to be some kind of signal.

boom! boom! boom!

Gunshots rang out one after another in every corner of the resettlement area.

Each shot was followed by a blinding red flash going out.

The refugees were terrified.

They stared at their "companions" who had just been hanging around them and even chatted with them, their heads exploding like watermelons.

There was no trial.

There was no explanation.

Longxia's army cleaned up the sand and gravel mixed in with the rice grains as if they were doing a house cleaning.

This moment.

All the fervor transformed into a deeper sense of awe.

The three-colored divine light in the sky was no longer just salvation in their eyes, but also an inviolable divine law.

Mercy is reserved for the obedient.

Thunder is for the wicked.

"God... is the true God..."

A middle-aged man who had once been a devout believer trembled as he pulled the cross off his neck and threw it hard to the ground. Then he prostrated himself, bowing deeply to the golden Great Wall in the east and the crimson giant eye suspended in the air.

If there truly is a God, then He must be a native of Longxia.

……

Kunlun Palace.

Su Yun withdrew his hand, the light in his eyes gradually fading.

On the holographic screen, the color blocks representing the emotional state of the refugees have changed from chaotic dark red to a uniform deep blue, symbolizing absolute obedience.

The Minister of Civil Affairs beamed, his previously furrowed brows completely relaxing: "Brilliant, absolutely brilliant."

"That's great. Forget about riots now, these refugees are more obedient than our own law-abiding citizens. If anyone dares to say a bad word about Longxia, we probably won't even have to lift a finger; the people around here will tear them apart."

Long Yi's face didn't show much joy; instead, his brows furrowed slightly.

He stared at the replay of the "Painless Warrior" on the screen, burned to ashes by the flames, and said in a deep voice, "The West's reach is quite far. To be able to send in a cyborg spy of this caliber at a time like this, it seems that the so-called Ark Alliance might really be planning to attack us."

"No! They may have already made their move!"

Qin Shuangyue, who had been keeping watch at the communications station, suddenly spoke up: "Just now, while we were clearing out spies, the third search team, responsible for reconnaissance 30 kilometers away, lost contact!"