In the Gelan Heights and outside the White Wolf City, a group of devout believers once again covered the surrounding land with various tents and caravans, densely packed. At first glance, there were about tens of thousands of people.

These people, from all over the world, are the most devout believers.

Since the construction of the "Scarlet Canal" began, the once death-induced rain finally stopped. The land that disappeared again made believers believe in the miracles of the prophets.

Jessepha took the GPS device and walked through the believers step by step, walking back and forth through the disappeared land. The GPS device in his hand was jumping desperately as if he had taken drugs. Every step he took, the data he read was very different.

The data measured with a laser rangefinder is also jumping randomly.

It seems that the laws of time and space have been distorted here and cannot be measured by normal laws.

This made Jeseph's heart a little shaken... Could it be that Orion was really a prophet?

No, no, there are also many places on the earth where all kinds of magical phenomena exist, such as gravity abnormalities, such as electromagnetic chaos. This cannot be said to be a miracle. It may be because an earthquake occurred here, which caused a geomagnetic abnormality...

Although Jeseph himself was hesitating, he still convinced himself not to believe easily that there are always more illusions than the truth in this world!

He returned to his trailer, took a sip of water, sat down and rested for a moment, and heard the roar of the car coming.

Several great foodies were sitting in several cars, screaming and rushed over: "Pagan! Death!"

"You are the incarnation of Satan, go to hell!"

The believers next to them were so scared that they hurriedly avoided them, and then looked at the macaques who launched suicide charges with the eyes of fools.

Because of the doctrine, not all the great sutras can accept the emergence of the new prophet. Many great sutras believe that Orion is the incarnation of Satan. In the past two days, many extremists have already wanted to eliminate Satan.

Of course...their consequences...

You will know by looking at the expressions of these believers.

A chariot appeared out of thin air. Orion stood on the roof of the chariot with an unlit cigar in his hand and pointed it at the rushing car ahead.

Next second.

"Dadadadadadada..." The manic bullet flew out and drove the car into a sieve.

The opponent's bullet also flew over and hit him, but it only broke the camouflage uniform on his body, revealing his strong bronze muscles.

But the other party's people who dared to show their heads were immediately taken away by a shuttle of bullets.

After firing the bullets, Orion threw the gun in his hand, turned around and took a rocket on his shoulder, aiming it at another car behind him.

With a "boom!", the car behind was also blown into the sky.

In the flames and smoke, Orion stood on the roof of the car with the rocket launcher in his hand like a god, with a grand voice resounding throughout the Gelan Heights.

"I am Olion, I protect my devotees and warriors who fight for me."

"I have kindness and piety, guns and violence, blood and hatred!"

"I am the prophet of the warriors, the prophet of the war!"

"I am Orion, the guardian of White Wolf City, the shelter of the gun holder!"

Hearing Olion's announcement, Jessepha hurriedly took out his pen and quickly recorded it.

"On March 25, the gun prophet Olion killed 11 people and made a motto..."

When I opened his notebook, I had recorded Olion's declaration more than ten times, and each time it was similar.

And because of his announcement and his personality of directly speaking every time he sees an enemy, he speaks only after he finishes his work, a name spreads like wildfire.

The "Gun Prophet" Orion, who endorses the gun owners.

Jessepha has been here almost recently, recording what he saw and heard every day.

He had seen countless soldiers from many forces kneeling among the devout believers and praying to Orion. He had also seen some soldiers. The mercenaries carried guns directly. After Orion appeared, they knelt at his feet, kissed his feet, requested conversion, and gained his favor, and then entered the steel gate.

After the announcement, Orion threw the cigar that he had not found in his mouth, and several soldiers hurriedly reached out to grab it, and then put it in his arms as if he had snatched the treasure.

"Master, you don't suck every time, why do you have to hold one?" Sampras asked next to him.

"Don't you think this is handsome?"

"But this cigar is also very expensive... There are more and more people in our White Wolf City, and it hasn't been opened for a long time..." Sampras felt distressed, "Can you change a cigarette next time...or reuse it?"

The Zhuang behind Orion is not far away, and there are a hundred grass and mud horses running wildly in his heart:...

Why am I so poor no matter where I go!

He has discovered now that it is not easy to be a prophet.

Since conquering three Hammers last time, White Wolf City has cut off its revenue.

But recently, there are many mercenaries who come to join and even defected soldiers join in. This is the early development of the trumpet. Of course, Zhuang Buyuan cannot be ignored!

But because of his appearance, the junction of these three states has temporarily ceased.

There is no hammer, no war, and no small money!

There is no way to get along with everything and collect money everywhere. What's the use of having a small account?

If Sampras hadn't stopped him, Zhuang Buyuan would have almost wanted to collect taxes from his followers.

"Damn it, if you don't have money to make money, I will take people to rob you!" Zhuang Buyuan thought fiercely, waved his hand back, "Go and go back to the city!"

Behind Zhuang not far away, a metal gate appeared. At this moment, several more cars drove away from the distance.

There are two security vehicles, and there is also a rather luxurious sedan in the middle.

Someone is here again?

Zhuang Buyuan stretched out his hand, took another gun and pointed it at the direction where the car was heading.

"Master Prophet, Master Prophet, please wait! We have no malice!"

In the middle of the car, three men got out, one was a white-haired old man in a suit and a ties, one was a middle-aged man in a camouflage uniform, and one was a young man.

Among the three people, only that young man was known to Zhuang Buyuan, and that wasn’t Bo Hei of the Flower of Industry.

Last time he ran so fast and didn't get his kindness, why did he come again this time?

"Master Prophet..." The three of them approached Zhuang not far away, looked around and said, "Can you borrow a step to speak?"

"Just say it here." Zhuang Buyuan raised his chin.

"Uh...yes..." The old man in front showed a sincere smile: "Sir Prophet, since you are the prophet of the gun holder, you can also be regarded as the prophet of our gun makers... We are here today to hope to get your blessing and blessing..."

Zhuang Buyuan's face turned dark and he turned around and was about to leave.

"I mean, we have a business, a big business!"

Zhuang Buyuan immediately turned his head and smiled like a flower.

Let's say it earlier!

Although I am a prophet of gunmen, if I have money, I can also protect gunmakers!

Chapter 888, Spreading Flowers! Yesterday I was rewarded with children's shoes without a nickname... Because I was in poor condition, I didn't have any additional updates. Today I try to see if I can update them.
Chapter completed!