"No... no..."
These two words were repeated constantly, seemingly the only words they could utter at that moment.
But before they could fully react, Shawn spoke again, his tone gradually becoming urgent.
"Indeed, I am not God himself."
Hearing Shawn say this, their eyes visibly brightened.
Shawn even saw the pale-faced one's complexion gradually turn rosy; finding a reason to argue seemed to prolong his life.
"However," Shawn's tone suddenly shifted, "God calls me Uncle; I am the Father of God!"
What?!
The two men in the first row hadn't spoken yet when rows of Zealots behind them stood up!
Their logical thinking seemed very simple; they only believed in God, so whoever could prove himself to be God would be the object of their adoration.
Therefore, at this moment, they firmly believed Shawn's words and exclaimed in surprise.
"He is God's Father?"
"Oh my, then He must be an even more powerful God!"
Some of the more hot-tempered ones were already shouting to punish the two who doubted God.
"Their souls are defiled!"
"Tie them up and burn them with holy fire!"
"Purify them! Purify them!!"
"Damn racist trash, Black lives matter!"
"..."
The surrounding Zealots gradually approached, surrounding the two men who were back to back. Shawn watched this scene with interest.
Those who commit evil will eventually be consumed by evil.
Did these Supporterss, who were behind Elynn at the time, ever imagine that they too would have a day when they would be burned?
But Shawn knew that this was far from over.
He scanned the crowd. At this moment, whoever didn't surge forward but instead retreated into the crowd was also a 'Supporters'!
Amidst the surging crowd, like a torrent, several figures moving against the flow were particularly noticeable.
Shawn turned and grabbed Elynn by his collar, lightly leaping to bypass the crowd from the side, and quickly gave chase.
No sooner had Shawn stepped out the door than a splash of liquid instantly poured down on him from above, drenching his clothes.
Before Shawn could turn to look, a particularly pungent smell quickly wafted into his nostrils.
Not good!
Shawn's heart jolted, and he was about to dodge backward with a tap of his foot.
But at that instant, a lighter suddenly appeared before Shawn's eyes.
It was thrown, spinning and arcing through the air, about to hit Shawn's chest!
Shawn's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze following the lighter's trajectory, his nerves taut and holding his breath!
In that instant, countless solutions flashed through Shawn's mind.
He couldn't avoid it, but he could block it.
Shawn forcefully suppressed the urge to throw Elynn, whom he was holding.
'Elynn cannot die yet; he is still the 'personal IP' of the Zealots. Perhaps they want to see this outcome.'
His thoughts battled for a half-second. Shawn looked back at the lighter, frowning.
The next second, the lighter instantly vanished, reappearing in Shawn's system backpack.
It was only a second and a half after he jumped back that his feet felt solid ground.
Shawn didn't immediately give chase. Instead, he looked at his clothes and silently thought 'Search'.
Several limited-space grids appeared. Shawn immediately extracted the kerosene from his body, and then, with a lunge, he stepped out the door and gave chase.
Several minutes later, Shawn returned through the doorway, with some bloodstains on him.
"Unfortunately, I didn't get anything useful out of them."
"These people are Elynn's Supporters; there must be a real leader in charge among them."
"Wait a minute..."
Smelling the lingering kerosene in the air, Shawn suddenly remembered something. He looked at Elynn, half-dead, in his hand.
"Even I want to keep him alive, so why would those Supporterss unhesitatingly want to burn him along with me?"
"Could it be that they didn't expect me to be moving with him?"
"No, that's not right."
Shawn always felt something was off; these people's attitude towards Elynn seemed too decisive.
Did they not need approval from their superiors to decide Elynn's life or death themselves?
That's too much of a joke.
It's important to know that Elynn's face can currently be recognized throughout the entire 'North Carolina'.
They worked so hard to prop up a puppet, and they abandoned him after only a few months.
A human life is one thing, but the key is that their The Cult's faith has already been established.
After Elynn dies, what will they use to control the Zealots in other areas?
Something out of the ordinary must be demonic; Shawn sensed something was amiss.
Ignoring the Zealots, Shawn merely nodded slightly at Bray, who was looking at him, then carried Elynn into the soundproof VIP room on the side.
He casually tossed Elynn onto a chair, the faint white light from behind illuminating Elynn's back through the stirred dust.
Shawn grabbed his hair, his gaze meeting Elynn's dazed eyes.
A smile spread across his lips as Shawn looked at him and spoke.
"You don't seem to be in a hurry."
"Your people have abandoned you, and I can make the remaining Zealots return to the embrace of the 'True God' in a short time. You are about to lose everything."
The last five words made Elynn's pupils tremble, his blinking frequency uncontrollably quickening, and his eyes showed a slight tendency to roll back.
He lowered his head, shook it hard, and let out a miserable laugh.
"I've already lost everything."
"What do you mean?" Shawn raised an eyebrow.
"Although I don't know how you did it, I know you are not God."
Seemingly having escaped from panic, Elynn was finally able to speak to Shawn normally.
He didn't directly answer Shawn's question but rather definitively judged Shawn's true nature.
"It's already come to this; does it still matter whether it's true or not?"
Hearing Shawn's words, Elynn chuckled with a dry throat.
"You really should have finished reading that Bible."
Hearing Elynn's words, Shawn's aura sank, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.
Elynn looked at Shawn: "Why do you think they are distributed in various areas of the north, instead of being united?"
The 'they' in Elynn's mouth clearly referred to the Zealots.
Why?
Shawn had previously speculated that it was mostly for the convenience of information transmission and mutual support, and also to consume the number of Zealots, making them easier to control.
Shawn looked at him, and Elynn also stared straight into Shawn's eyes, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.
"So similar, too similar!"
"If it weren't for your face, I would have thought you were him."
"Haha--I should give you this face; then perhaps you truly would have a chance."
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