I'm building Gundams in America

"Hey friends, our American-style pie is ready!"

Julian shouted as he opened the oven door, put on oven mitts, and dragged the huge tray out of it.

A burst of scorching heat wafted out of the oven, along with a crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside Bourne.

Nick grinned and said:

"The most authentic white food, Julian brothers, your cooking is really good."

Julian shrugged and said:

"Actually, it would smell even better if you sprinkled some jalapeños on top..."

As he was speaking, he suddenly stood up straight and respectfully addressed the figure behind him:

"godfather."

Wayne has arrived.

Wayne remained calm as he looked at Bourne, who was barely clinging to life on the baking tray in front of him.

In America, a country of social Darwinism, to control evil, one must become even more evil.

Just like the Emperor in Warhammer, to protect humanity, one must be even more ruthless than the Abyssal Demons.

From the perspective of ordinary warp demons, the Emperor of Man was an ultimate demon lord capable of single-handedly contending with the four great demon lords.

"Bourne, my friend, do you remember the boy you roasted alive?" Wayne asked with a sorrowful expression.

"Hiss... hiss..." Bourne made a sound like a bellows, and the pain from the inside out drove him almost crazy. His respiratory tract and esophagus were also severely burned, and he was almost inhuman.

"Kill...me..." he pleaded.

I wanted to cry, but my eyeballs were practically roasted, and there were no tears left to shed.

Wayne sighed and said:

"I can't do that, Bourne, my friend. It would start a war with the Mexican Mafia, just as you said... wouldn't it?"

As he spoke, he extended a finger and touched Bourne's forehead, activating the power of [Basic Witch Doctor] once again.

Bourne groaned as he immediately felt the strange energy surging through his body, beginning to repair his most severely damaged areas.

The feeling of being on the verge of death quickly dissipated, and even more intense pain surged throughout his body, yet it gave him a sense of relief.

It seems he doesn't have to die.

He was pulled back from the brink of certain death.

His injured eyes were able to see clearly again.

"God... Bondiye... I obey your will and your name..." Tears finally welled up again, but Byrne felt an indescribable sense of relief.

And he finally felt a deep fear towards the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him.

That was a fear from the depths of the soul.

The other party was able to make him truly wish he were dead, a state where death was unbearable.

At this moment, the various religious cultures and emotions he had been exposed to since childhood suddenly surged forth from the depths of his soul like a storm, causing his soul and body to tremble.

This was something he had completely abandoned after becoming a member of the Mafia. Now, in his near-death experience, he was once again completely enveloped by this emotion, and he would never leave it again.

"I will tell you everything... I will tell you everything I know... Saint... I confess to you..." Bourne murmured, his voice trembling.

"I will submit to Your holy name and become Your most humble servant..."

Wayne sighed and said:

"Very good, Byrne, my friend. I think you have finally felt the kindness and warmth of this world, left the darkness, and run towards the light."

As he spoke, he extended his finger again and touched the top of Byrne's now bald head, releasing the power of the [Basic Witch Doctor] once more.

The opponent was too badly injured; the skill I used just now was barely enough to keep him alive.

We need to do it again to give him more relief.

Wayne had seen this stance from the Antlers group many times before.

The religious social atmosphere in the United States has been subtly influencing the cognition of these people. Under extreme circumstances, this religious worldview can easily transform into Stockholm syndrome.

"The saints tattooed words on my back for my own good."

"The saints severed my limbs so that I could enter the Abyss more easily."

"The saints threw me into the oven so I would have a near-death experience to purify my soul..."

These people are all shameless; they convinced themselves.

This is also related to the predatory mentality that has characterized Western civilization for thousands of years.

Might makes right; if you're strong, you're right.

As for why I disrespect you? Obviously, it's because you didn't hit me hard enough.

Feeling his body recovering rapidly, Bourne's eyes filled with tears, and he murmured:

"Thank you... Great saint... Thank you..."

He was completely convinced.

They dared not have the slightest thought of resistance.

A line of golden characters appeared above his head:

Loyalty: Revered as a deity

Are ovens really that useful?

This isn't an oven; it's clearly a machine for redeeming sins.

Wayne sighed and said:

"Bourne, my child, have you truly repented?"

Bourne trembled all over and said:

"Oh, Godfather, I repent for everything I have done. I beg for your forgiveness. I will spend the rest of my life atoneing for my sins..."

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"The Mexican Mafia is a blasphemous bunch of sinners; I will make them bow down to you..."

Wayne, with a look of pity on his face, looked at Byrne and said:

"In that case, my child, you shall be reborn."

As he spoke, he made a gesture.

The godsons immediately understood, ran to the living room, picked up Bourne's severed limbs, and presented them to Wayne with reverence.

Their eyes were filled with excitement, knowing that they might witness an unbelievable scene today.

Limb regeneration, hands and feet working together!

Bourne, his eyes also brimming with tears, held his breath and said in a trembling voice:

"Saints...God..."

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration and understood exactly what the other party wanted to do.

Wayne looked at Byrne, who was being carried onto the table, with a look of pity on his face.

He picked up an arm, swung the Messiah sword in his hand in a swift flourish, and instantly swept it across Bourne's shoulder, slicing off a thin layer of flesh and bone.

The previously healed wound is now bleeding again.

Bourne only let out a muffled groan; after experiencing those hellish scenes, his pain tolerance had increased considerably.

Immediately afterward, Wayne pressed the severed arm against Byrne's shoulder, instantly activating the power of [Basic Witch Doctor].

"In the name of God, in the name of Bondiye, in my name, you will be reborn!"

Wayne himself was equally curious about the true extent of the power of the Basic Witch Doctor.

It can be considered an experiment.

Experiment subjects are not easy to find normally.

Immediately, warm energy surged into the severed arm, and the flesh and blood of the severed arm began to fuse and reconnect.

Wayne could sense that, faced with such a complete amputation, the basic witch doctor's energy did not provide a meticulous repair, but rather haphazardly reconnected and fused the nerves and flesh together.

It can be connected, but whether it works depends on luck.

The major blood vessels can still be aligned, and restoring most of the blood supply function should not be a problem.

Soon, only a ring of scars remained where the flesh and blood had merged, and the arm grew back onto Bourne's body!

To the others present, this scene was nothing short of a blatant miracle!

On-site reconnection of the severed arm!

Seeing that the connection was complete, Wayne immediately did the same to Bourne, reattaching his remaining arm and both legs.

With this, Bourne broke the record for the highest single-player experience points.

"My goodness, is this some kind of adult version of Pinocchio...? This is... this is as sacred as God creating man!" Doug murmured, staring at the scene before him.

As he spoke, he knelt down on one knee toward Wayne and frantically made the sign of the cross.

The remaining gang leaders were also kneeling and praying, too shocked to speak.

"Oh, great saint, thank you for your salvation, which has given me a new life..." Feeling his limbs regained, Byrne was moved to tears, his eyes filled with deep emotion.

It was the shock of a redeemed soul, gratitude for Wayne who had rescued him from despair.

As for how the desperate situation came about, don't ask.

He tried to move his legs, but found that only one leg was barely usable. His arms were also not very obedient, and he could hardly lift them.

His gait resembles that of someone with hemiplegia or a stroke.

He was basically crippled.

From now on, I will only be able to get around in a wheelchair.

Wayne said with a compassionate expression:

"Bourne, your sins have not yet been cleansed, and your soul has not yet truly and sincerely believed in me."

"When you offer your true, pure, and sincere faith and wash away your sins, everything will be restored to its original state."

Why wasn't it completely cured? Why are the limbs basically just for show?

It's not that the saints' methods are ineffective, but rather that your heart is not sincere.

If you are sincere, miracles will naturally occur again, your body will be completely restored, and your soul may even ascend to heaven.

As for the fifth limb that was removed, you're going to heaven anyway, what use is this mortal thing to you? It's said that angels are asexual.

Our perception of life is based on comparison, and contentment comes from a frame of reference.

Compared to his previous experience in the oven, Byrne now felt like he was living in paradise.

Byrne immediately knelt down, trembling, and said to Wayne:

"Oh, thank you... great saint, thank you for guiding this lost lamb. I will do everything in my power to wash away my sins...until death!"

He was completely driven to PTSD by the man in front of him.

It was a strange emotion that mixed fear, despair, and gratitude.

He was so frightened by just a glance from the other person that he lost control of his bladder.

"Saint, no... Master! Although I am a member of the Mexican Mafia, the entire organization is managed in a flat structure, and I only know the real names of a few dozen people. But please rest assured, I will obtain the complete list through my brother..."

Bourne said, trembling, "Please give me paper and a pen..."

Nick immediately brought out paper and pen and had Bourne begin writing down his specific name.

Wayne nodded slightly, then turned to look at Aaron beside him:

"Aaron, my friend, your salvation is about to begin."

[Your basic witch doctor skill has been improved: Master 38.1% + 0.6%]

Experience Points: 11 + 6