After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

Once offline, one can only bow their head.

"It is entirely up to the pastor's instructions."

Pastor Wang said loudly with satisfaction.

"Gentlemen, rest assured, from today onwards, the priests of my church will be stationed here permanently, no matter how many accomplices this demon has or how many supernatural powers he may have."

Pastor Wang shouted it out with the power of a lion's roar.

"We will all protect the peace of this region!"

Under the deliberate guidance of those who were offline, cheers erupted from the surrounding area.

……

Zhongzhou City Museum.

Beneath a house that had collapsed halfway.

Zhou Yan held the Shengwu Sword in one hand and grabbed a terrified assassin who was so scared he was practically spitting urine and couldn't move, and had fainted.

"Xiao Yan?"

Han Yun, who resembled a water-type slime, slowly rolled over.

Zhou Yan threw the assassin in front of Han Yun.

Han Yun praised.

"Now I finally understand why Lord Suzaku values ​​you so much; your talent is simply amazing."

If it weren't for Zhou Yan, these two assassins probably wouldn't have been discovered until after they killed Lin Anru, and even then, they might not have been able to catch one of them.

Indeed, simply having high attack and high defense is just being clumsy and unreliable; those with excellent support abilities are the core of a team.

Don't be fooled by Han Yun's current position as Zhou Yan's teacher. If Zhou Yan and Han Yun go on a mission together in the future, Zhou Yan will undoubtedly be the best protected core member of the team. Even the principal will have to bow his head and obey his orders.

Just as Zhou Yan was about to reply, his phone vibrated. He took out his phone and saw a WeChat message from Su Xiaowan.

Zhou Yan was somewhat surprised, as Su Xiaowan wouldn't contact him unless it was something important.

Xiao Wan is hungry, so I'll go back to the Wutong Hotel and cook for her?

It's still the Nine-Colored Deer, while the Chongming Bird, which is now turning into a homebody, has caused some trouble.

Zhou Yan opened WeChat, and half a second later, he put his phone back in his pocket.

"Teacher, I have something to do. Could you take care of this?"

"Hmm? You are..."

Zhou Yan turned and ran away, his speed so fast that he reached the speed of sound in no time.

Han Yun asked in confusion as he watched Zhou Yan disappear.

"What did this child hear? Why is he in such a hurry to be reborn?"

Chapter Seventeen Responsibility

At the entrance to the disaster relief area.

Pastor Wang got into the driver's seat, and the novice pastor beside him said smugly.

"That's so easy."

Pastor Wang spoke with great enthusiasm.

"It's good to live in chaos."

In times of chaos, there will always be a group of cultists who seize the opportunity to exploit the hearts of the people who are desperate and numb. Before, the Eastern United States was relatively peaceful, and religion could not spread from the Indiana. Now that the world is in chaos, Pastor Wang never thought that proselytizing would be so easy. Just give him some benefits, and a bunch of people will be willing to go through fire and water and lick his shoes.

The trainee pastor started the vehicle and spoke as he drove.

"Ah, I can already see the name of our Heavenly Venerable spreading throughout the country, and the whole country filled with believers."

Pastor Wang patted the back of his hand with a smile, then lifted up Su Xiaowan, who was entangled in a net of talismans, from beside his seat.

The novice pastor driving the car glanced at Su Xiaowan out of the corner of his eye and asked curiously.

"I wonder whose awakened one this is..."

Pastor Wang stroked his chin and said.

“I checked today. The schools of the Four Divine Beasts do not have any awakened students of this kind, and the other great families do not have any awakened members of this kind.”

Su Xiaowan, Zhou Yan's daughter, is not a student of the Vermilion Bird Academy, and Pastor Wang did not consider Zhou Yan's pet. After all, you can't assume that a dog belongs to a big shot just because you see one on the street.

The novice pastor driving the car scoffed.

"This little fox comes to rescue people every few days. It's obvious that it hasn't been awakened for long. It's probably a recent one."

Pastor Wang nodded in agreement.

Only those who have recently awakened can maintain compassion for humanity; the compassion of those who have been awakened for many years is on par with the conscience of capitalists.

and so……

Pastor Wang said with a smile.

"This little fox is wonderful, truly wonderful! Old Zou was on the verge of death, but this fox actually managed to save him."

In any team, the main attackers and defenders are cannon fodder; the support roles are the core.

As soon as the news came out that the little fox could easily heal patients, Pastor Wang knew that this fox-like Awakened One was very valuable. Regardless of the bloodline level, whether it was ghost-level or demon-level, as long as it was skilled in medicine, it was a treasure and a true core member who could have the final say in the team.

Only a fool would offend a doctor.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Pastor Wang never intended to kill Su Xiaowan. He even used the excuse that Su Xiaowan was an awakened individual specializing in medical skills to ask Su Bijun for a large number of high-level magical artifacts, hoping to capture Su Xiaowan without any chance of success.

The result was quite good; Su Xiaowan was caught.

Once Su Xiaowan wakes up, they'll interrogate the fox to find out what faction it belongs to and what its background is. If it has a powerful background, they'll release it. After all, it didn't harm Su Xiaowan. Yindizhou is a powerful region, and even the Four Divine Beasts wouldn't cause trouble for such a trivial matter.

If you have no power and are all alone, hehe, this little fox won't be able to escape.

As a Xin Yuehu (Heart Moon Fox), and as a member of the Mi Luo Sect (Mi Luo Religion) which is preparing to promote its religion nationwide, Su Xiaowan was exactly the kind of person they needed.

The novice pastor driving the car was also all smiles, imagining the scene of having another beautiful little fox as a teammate in the future.

In a good mood, the novice pastor stepped on the gas and sped up his return to Zhangjia Community. The streets in the suburbs were deserted, and the novice pastor quickly reached top speed, planning to slow down once they entered the city.

The city skyline drew closer, and a young man walking along the street came into the trainee pastor's view.

There were people on the street, and even in this environment, it's normal to encounter people in this area. But this person was originally walking on the side of the road, and after seeing his own truck, he suddenly jumped and actually walked right in front of his own vehicle.

This is similar to some people who stage accidents to extort money, but the car they're driving isn't an ordinary sedan, and it's going very fast. Daring to stage an accident in such a car isn't just staging an accident; it's like going to find the King of Hell to have a romantic relationship with.

Holy crap!

Deeply impressed by the novice pastor's penchant for staged accidents, he shouted and grabbed the steering wheel, preparing to turn quickly. Pastor Wang in the passenger seat shouted back.

"Don't turn, just crash into it!"

This isn't malicious; anyone who's driven a large truck has a dark realization: if you're driving a fully loaded truck at a certain speed, the brakes become a joke, and you simply can't stop in time for an accident.

So if you see someone in front of your car, you can only do nothing and run them over.

When the time comes, we'll make sure we pay the compensation and impose the fines.

The truck driven by the priests wasn't fully loaded with goods, but the roads in the suburbs of Zhongzhou were in terrible condition, and their own trucks were going very fast. If they drove straight through, they might kill someone, but if they chose to swerve quickly, given the truck's current speed, it would overturn as soon as it left the lane, and then five priests from the Miro Church would die.

Is it better to die one person or five, and you're one of those five? Is there even a choice?

The novice pastor driving the car was taken aback, but then made the choice that any normal person would make: instead of slowing down, he stepped on the brakes.

If someone dies, you have to pay compensation once; if someone is seriously injured, you have to pay compensation for a lifetime.

So, buddy in front, you might as well just die sooner, and we'll compensate your family...

"coax……"

The car hit a young man blocking the road from the opposite direction, who was suspected of staging an accident to extort money, but the scene the novice pastor who was driving hoped to see did not materialize.

The guy who was trying to stage an accident wasn't thrown into the air; instead, he stood like a steel pillar as tall as a person. When the car hit him, the part that was hit caved inward. The impact of the car, which weighed over five tons, didn't move him an inch. Instead, the rear of the car started to lift up from behind.

When the rear of a car is higher than the front, the vehicle begins to lose balance, tilt, and roll over.

Pastor Wang, sitting in the cockpit, was completely disoriented, and the novice pastor was experiencing various types of pain all over his body.

Once his sense of direction returned and the constant pain in his body stopped, Pastor Wang, who was still breathing, turned his head. His somewhat dazed vision showed that the novice pastor next to him had been completely wrecked. Various open fractures tore through his flesh and skin, and the force of the tearing was so great that fragments of internal organs filled the surrounding area.

And myself...

Pastor Wang lowered his head slightly and saw that his lower body had been crushed by the twisted seat behind him. Because the lower body is not as important as the upper body, Pastor Wang, who was cut in half, still had time to write nine "tragic" characters anywhere around him.

"Tread, step, step..."

Footsteps came from behind. Pastor Wang, whose consciousness was becoming increasingly confused, turned his head toward the source of the sound and saw a pair of legs appear outside the broken window of the passenger seat.

The legs slowly bent down, and a young man appeared from outside the window.

Even knowing he was beyond saving, Pastor Wang couldn't help but plead.

"help me……"

"Ah……"

The young man laughed with utter contempt.

The young man reached into the car window and pulled out Su Xiaowan, who was unharmed and still bound by the talisman net, before slowly getting up.

Pastor Wang heard his last words.

"Be a good person in your next life; being a charlatan has no future."

Pastor Wang's vision was gradually filled with darkness.

Outside the car.

Zhou Yan tore open the talisman net. Several talismans lit up as he tore them open, but they couldn't withstand Zhou Yan's violent strength. The net was easily torn open by Zhou Yan, and the little fox Su Xiaowan fell from Zhou Yan's arms and into his embrace.

Zhou Yan gently stroked Su Xiaowan's head, his eyes narrowed. In front of him, three gruesome corpses lay on the concrete ground. These were the three priests of the Miro Church who had fallen from the pickup truck bed when the vehicle overturned.

"It's ok."

Zhou Yan walked towards the disaster area, and the boy felt flames burning his heart.

"I will avenge you."

……

Inside the disaster-stricken area.

Several families lit bonfires, took out the bread and drinking water that the priests of the Miro Cult had prepared for them, and shouted it out in front of everyone.

"The fox demon has been eliminated, and the priests of the Miro Cult are willing to accept us. Let's all cheer!"

People from the surrounding area rushed over to grab bread and water. With food and drinking water available, everyone danced and sang around the campfire to their hearts' content, and some even chatted privately with other people who had come to participate in the campfire party.

"You didn't see it, that fox demon just spat out a fireball tens of meters wide..."

"That's incredible, incredibly incredible! The priests of the Miro Cult can create a huge net with just a flick of their wrists..."

"All awakened beings deserve to die..."

"Yes, all Awakened Ones deserve to die! Damn it, if Pastor Wang hadn't forbidden me from doing it, I would have skinned them alive!"

He logged off and watched with a smile as the other disaster victims began to sing praises to the Miro Cult.

According to Pastor Wang, if he logs off later, he will become the pastor of the Miro religion in this disaster-stricken area, and this whole region will become his private domain.

He will become the most powerful person in this region, and all the bread and water from the Miro religion's reliefs will be distributed to him in a special way, for which everyone will have to act according to his wishes.

Even the military might not be as influential as him.

"Um... Brother Yang..."

A still-attractive mature woman approached the person below her and gave them a flirtatious wink.

"I'm not feeling well, could you take a look at me?"

He was secretly delighted when he logged off. He understood what the woman meant. He hadn't expected that there would be someone among the disaster victims who had such good judgment and had come to rely on him so quickly.

"No problem, I'll take you to see a doctor."

He logged off, then went to his prefab house with the mature woman in his arms, grinning. The door was half-open, and there was a faint light coming out, probably his brothers drinking and eating meat inside.