The third, the fourth, the fifth...the first thousand pairs...

More and more people came into view, the scalpel's mouth wide open, with an expression of unbelieving. He felt his soul flew away from his body, and his thoughts no longer belonged to him.

The densely packed naked people were silently motionless a hundred meters below, staring at the front without blinking, full of desire and piety.

Moreover, they were not ashamed of their naked body at all, but instead took it with a proud look on their faces.

He wanted to see who was standing in front of naked men and women, so that these people would bow to him so devoutly and look forward to this point.

But before his head could be reached, a powerful force pulled him back behind him.

He hurriedly looked back and found that it was Yin Hui.

"Shh, be careful, don't be discovered by their leaders. If I guess correctly, the person who sat in front of them and was worshipped as a god must be a missionary from the Vatican.

After saying that, he also took a look at the scalpel.

The scalpel nodded and sighed slightly. He was not sure how many people could make so many prodigal sons turn back and stop blindly worshiping the missionaries of the Vatican.

He knew the difficulty of this matter.

"Okay, listen to me. Without my orders, don't move any of you." Zhao Dehuo looked back at the few people, and finally sighed: "The power you will exert when you go out now is negligible. But

If you can stay here and act as my last trump card, you can even play a role in determining the outcome with one move. Yin Hui, this is left to you."

After he finished speaking, he patted Yin Hui's shoulder affectionately. After receiving the other party's affirmative answer, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked down from the entrance of the passage.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha." He suddenly burst out laughing wildly, and his body flew up, left the entrance of the cave, and finally landed on the opposite mountain wall.

Under the illumination of the incandescent lamp, Zhao Dehuo's whole body was covered with a halo, and he looked like a respected hermit master who saw through the world, and had no connection with the evil murderers.

Everyone was disturbed by his crazy laughter, and they all looked up. When the naked woman saw Zhao Dehuo, they all cast angry eyes, wishing to tear him to pieces.

Aww, aww.

The men and women actually let out the screams of such beasts in their mouths, which shocked Yin Hui and others.

What happened to these people? He didn't understand, nor did he know, but he just looked at the crowd below stupidly.

"Who are you? I know you have harassed us more than once or twice." A orthodox and deep baritone came from where the secret location. People from that place could not be seen from their seats.

"Hahaha, it doesn't matter who I am. What matters is who you are. Why do you harm my compatriots?" Zhao Dehuo still roared and roared angrily.

"Murder? Oh, no, no, I want to arrange eternal life for them, so that they can live in the Pure Land without being polluted by this cumbersome and dirty world." The Vatican missionaries explained calmly,

It seems to be true.

"I'll spoil your grandma," Zhao De cursed in anger: "Don't you give me a shit, do you think I'm just like them? I'll believe you just have such a little bit of sarcasm?"

"Humble humans, foolish humans, this world is destroyed by you and defiled by you. The Lord will not forgive you." The missionary still patiently persuaded.

In his heart, Zhao Dehuo's death is a matter of time sooner or later. He is a person who likes to maximize the role of a person. So before Zhao Dehuo dies, let him do the most favorable to him, that is, let everyone understand

, What is the end of betraying yourself?

This is what is called killing a chicken to scare the monkey. Zhao Dehuo is a chicken, while the loyal believers below are monkeys.

"Hahahaha, you stubborn and old perverted, today I want you to taste my power." As he said that, he pushed his backhand, and his body floated down from the mountain wall lightly, and finally stood steadily.

On a raised platform on the ground.

In this way, he and the missionaries who were also standing on the platform on the opposite side were no less than anyone in terms of momentum.

However, the people below had long been fascinated by the missionaries and roared at Zhao Dehuo, but they did not leave their respective seats and did not dare to move at all.

Zhao Dehuo glared at these people with disdain and ignored them.

Yin Hui looked down at the bottom with concentration, and when he needed him, he would jump out bravely. As a killer weapon, he knew very well when he would appear to play his greatest role.

"You foolish guys, wake up quickly. Don't think that God is the one with a foreign face. What a shitty new world, it's all fucking nonsense." Zhao Dehuo looked at the group of people who continued to kneel down to the missionaries devoutly.

He couldn't understand the fact that he was so angry that he couldn't understand. Such a flawed belief was firmly imprinted in their minds.

From this point, we can also see how powerful the Vatican missionaries are.
Chapter completed!