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

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

Since the construction of the "Scarlet Death Canal" began, the once life-threatening rain has finally stopped, and the land has disappeared again, so that the believers have become convinced of the miracles of the prophet.

Jesefa took the GPS device, step by step, walking through the believers, walking back and forth through the vanished land, the GPS device in his hand, as if he had taken drugs, was jumping desperately, and with each step, the data read out was very different.

The data measured with the laser rangefinder is also jumping around.

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

This made Yesifa feel a little shaken in his heart...... Could it be that Orion was really a prophet?

No, no, no, there are many places on the earth where there are all kinds of magical phenomena, such as gravity anomalies, such as electromagnetic chaos, which cannot be said to be miracles, it may be because there is an earthquake here, and then the geomagnetic anomaly is triggered......

Although Jesphefa himself was hesitating, he still persuaded himself not to believe easily, in this world, there are always more illusions than truths!

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

In a few cars, there were several big food cultists, and they rushed over with a shout: "Heretic! Suffer death! ”

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

The believers next to them were so frightened that they hurriedly dodged, and then looked at the few Great Food Cultists who had launched a suicidal charge with the eyes of fools.

Because of doctrinal reasons, not all Great Food Cultists can accept the emergence of a new prophet, many Great Food Cultists believe that Orion is the embodiment of Satan, and in the past two days, there have been many extremists who want to eliminate Satan.

Of course...... What are the consequences for them......

Just look at the expressions of these believers.

A chariot appeared out of thin air, and Orion stood on the roof of the chariot with an unlit cigar in his mouth and a heavy machine gun, aiming at the rushing car in front of him.

The next second.

"Dadada......" Manic bullets flew out and knocked the car into a sieve.

The other party's bullets also flew over and hit him, only to break the camouflage uniform on his body, revealing his strong bronze muscles.

But the people on the other side, who dared to show their heads, were immediately taken away by a shuttle of bullets.

Emptying the bullet, Orion dropped the gun in his hand, turned around and took a shoulder-fired rocket, aiming it at another car behind him.

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

In the midst of the flames and smoke, Orion stood on the roof of the car with the bazooka in his hand like a god, and the loud sound resounded throughout the Goland Heights.

"I am Oreon, and I bless the devout believers and the warriors who fight for me."

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

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

"I am Oreon, the guardian of the White Wolf City, the protector of the gunmen!"

Hearing Orion's announcement, Jesepha hurriedly took out his pen and quickly recorded it.

"On March 25, the gunshot prophet Orion killed 11 people and issued the proverb ......"

Flipping through his book, he had already recorded more than a dozen of Orion's manifestos, and each time it was much the same.

And because of his proclamation, and his personality of going straight to work every time he sees the enemy, and only speaking after he finishes it, there is a name that spreads far and wide.

Oreon, the "gun prophet" who speaks for gun bearers.

Jesepha has been here almost all the time lately, recording what he sees and hears every day.

He had seen countless soldiers from many forces kneeling among the devout believers and praying to Oreon, and he had also seen some soldiers and mercenaries carrying their guns directly at his feet, kissing his feet, asking for refuge, gaining his favor, and then entering the steel gate.

After the announcement, Orion threw the cigar behind him, and several soldiers hurriedly reached for it, and then took it into his arms as if he had grabbed a treasure.

"King, you don't suck it every time, why do you have to take one in your mouth?" Next to him, Sampras asked.

"Don't you think that's handsome?"

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

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

Why am I so poor everywhere I go!

He now found that it was not easy to be a prophet.

Since the last time three hammermen were subdued, White Wolf City has cut off the income.

Recently, there have been a lot of mercenaries who have come to defect, and even defected soldiers have joined in, which is the initial development of the trumpet, of course Zhuang is not far away!

But because of his appearance, there has been a temporary ceasefire at the junction of these three states recently.

No hammers, no wars, and no petty money!

There's no way to collect money from left to right, what's the use of just having a trumpet!

If it weren't for Sampras, Zhuang would have almost wanted to collect taxes from his followers.

"Damn, if there is no money to be made, Lao Tzu will take someone to rob him!" Zhuang Buyuan thought viciously, and waved his hand back, "Let's go, go back to the city!" ”

Not far behind Zhuang, the metal gate loomed, and at this moment, several more cars drove in the distance.

Two security vehicles and a rather luxurious sedan in the middle.

Someone is here again?

Zhuang stretched out his hand, took another gun, and aimed it in the direction where the car was coming.

"Lord Prophet, Lord Prophet, please wait! We have no ill will! ”

In the middle of the car, three men got down, a white-haired old man in a suit and leather shoes, a middle-aged man in a camouflage uniform, and a young man.

Among the three people, only that young man was known to Zhuang not far away, and that was not the Bohei of the flower of industry.

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

"Lord Prophet......" The three of them approached Zhuang's side, looked left and right, and said, "Can you take a step to speak?" ”

"Just say it here." Zhuang raised his chin not far away.

"Uh...... It's ......" The old man in front of him smiled sincerely: "Since you are a prophet of the gun-wielding, you can be regarded as the prophet of our gun-makers...... We are here today to be blessed and blessed by you......"

Zhuang Buyuan's face darkened, and he turned around to leave.

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

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

Say it earlier!

I'm a prophet of gunmen, but if I have the money, I can bless the gunmakers!