Shawn approached Elynn step by step.
The words from just now still echoed in his mind, and Elynn couldn't help but slowly retreat.
"Why are you retreating? What are you afraid of?"
Shawn frowned slightly, his eyes lowered to meet Elynn's gaze.
Elynn remained silent.
His eyes were unfocused, as if he was thinking of something, beads of sweat continuously rolled down his temples, and his fingertips were almost digging into the Green Book.
The Zealots' gaze shifted from Shawn to Elynn; they were puzzled.
Why was Elynn showing such an expression?
Hadn't he, as the spokesperson for God, always acted according to 'God's' instructions?
When 'God' appeared before him, this shouldn't have been his reaction.
Perhaps it was due to being brainwashed by Elynn for so long, so the Zealots didn't immediately think of the worst-case scenario.
However, everything appearing before them was becoming increasingly illogical.
Elynn continued to retreat until his back touched a thick wooden wall.
His palm touched the wall behind him, constantly fumbling, as if trying to find an exit.
His eyes widened slightly, and his ordinary, plain face could no longer maintain its composure, revealing a look of shock.
Because Shawn had already arrived in front of him.
When Shawn reached out, intending to touch his arm, Elynn let out an unexpected gasp of surprise, trembling and sliding to the ground.
Shawn raised his hand and flipped it, and a large blade instantly appeared in his hand as if in a 'frame skip'.
He held the hilt in a reverse grip and plunged it fiercely into the empty space between Elynn's spread legs.
A gasp of surprise echoed through the Auction House, but no one dared to step forward to stop him.
Facing a man who was almost certainly 'God', the once extremely frenzied Zealots were now as docile as quails.
Some opened their mouths, wanting to speak but hesitating...
Some couldn't help but take a step forward, their eyes shining...
Some had solemn faces, watching the scene unfolding on the stage, lost in thought...
On the stage.
Shawn merely looked down at Elynn, a hint of confusion and bewilderment flashing in his eyes.
Because Elynn's behavior... seemed to be quite different from what he had imagined.
But even so, having reached this point, Shawn had no reason to stop. He questioned Elynn again.
"Why are you hiding in the dark? What exactly are you afraid of?"
Elynn retreated from the original center spotlight, leaning against the wall, with most of his body consumed by shadow.
Elynn couldn't speak; he just bowed his head in silence, his limbs seemed to tremble slightly, and cold sweat continuously broke out on his back.
Shawn leaned over and directly snatched the Green Book from his hand.
The leader, the followers, and the scripture—the three are indispensable.
However, to completely reverse the spiritual direction of the followers, the other two must not be allowed to continue to exist.
When the Green Book fell into Shawn's hand, Shawn looked down to see that its originally tough cowhide cover had now been scratched with three clear visible marks by Elynn.
He raised his hand and opened the first page, on which only one sentence was written, as if this was the core of all the doctrines.
—Others are demons.
How familiar that sentence was; Shawn had heard it at least three times already.
Shawn withdrew his gaze, looking over the edge of the Green Book at Elynn, who was mumbling something quietly.
"Let me tell you what you're afraid of."
Shawn held the Green Book in his hand, slowly leaning down until his eyes were level with Elynn's.
"Because you have long since deviated from the doctrine, you have long since betrayed God!"
"Everything you said was merely fabricated for your own selfish desires."
"Look closely, is this what 'I' said?"
Shawn turned the first page of the Green Book towards Elynn, his voice steady and gentle, yet it pierced straight into the heart.
Elynn tried to lift his head to look at Shawn; he dared not look at the Green Book, his gaze only meeting Shawn's for a moment before he eagerly withdrew it.
Shawn looked at the expression he displayed, growing more and more disappointed.
He closed the Green Book with a 'bang', and the sudden sound made Elynn tremble involuntarily.
Shawn pulled out the Crescent Blade that was stuck between Elynn's legs. He turned 90 degrees, facing the Zealots, and with him swung the Crescent Blade tightly gripped in his right hand.
Under the gaze of the Zealots, the Crescent Blade inexplicably burst into flames!
The flames continuously scorched the blade of the Crescent Blade, but the blade itself was not charred black at all; instead, it became even brighter under the illumination of the flames, exuding a scorching aura.
Shawn looked at the Zealots, yet he was still questioning Elynn.
"What is the holy fire, Elynn?"
Shawn's voice echoed through the Auction House, but before the echo had completely faded, Shawn suddenly threw the Green Book into the air.
The Green Book fluttered open and closed in mid-air, a sight that made most of the Zealots crane their necks.
Their eyes bulged, as if they wanted to glean some words of 'God' from the book.
But in the very next moment!
Shawn suddenly thrust forward, and the blade of the Crescent Blade instantly pierced through the Green Book from front to back!
The flames on the blade instantly engulfed the Green Book, burning it completely in the blink of an eye!
Under the disbelieving gaze of the Zealots, the Green Book began to turn into charred ashes, slowly drifting down to the ground.
This scene made many Zealots instinctively stand up, glaring angrily at Shawn.
But upon realizing that they were looking at 'God', their eyes suddenly cleared considerably, appearing to have a special kind of simple honesty.
"But... why?!"
Bray's voice came from behind.
He had thought that when 'God' appeared, the spokesperson would kneel meticulously at Shawn's feet, and then everyone would obey Shawn's teachings together.
But the scene before him clearly exceeded his expectations; Shawn seemed to be somewhat hostile towards his own spokesperson?
'One of the three elements, the scripture, has been destroyed.'
Shawn thought to himself, and then looked at Bray, who was standing on the steps.
"Why?"
"Because God has never chosen a spokesperson in the human world, so how could someone spread the doctrine on his behalf?"
"Since I have already come to this world, why would I need others to cleanse the followers on my behalf?"
Shawn's tone showed no sign of weakness; instead, it was exceptionally firm.
Seeing Shawn's rhetorical question, many people's gaze immediately locked onto Elynn.
It was as if an important part of their hearts had been dug out, and then completely turned to dust with the destruction of the scripture.
"Lies!!"
"You are clearly just Chinese; how could our God be Chinese?!"
A Zealot in the first row stood up, and Shawn immediately looked at him, following the voice.
He seemed to be dressed similarly, but the person's tone of voice made Shawn realize—this person was different from the other Zealots.
Shawn even scanned the first two rows and found several others like him.
Their minds seemed to be still normal, answering fluently, and when facing him, no reverence was visible, only barely suppressed anger.
It wasn't until this person couldn't help but step forward that Shawn's eyes lit up.
"Indeed!"
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