Wu Chang’s expression turned strange, Apocalypse.
What a coincidence, just said I hadn’t encountered it before, and now it delivers itself.
But on careful thought, it’s reasonable.
The prerequisite for setting up the Earthly Divine Kingdom isn’t having a master of Mysticism, but having a God who can use the Divine Kingdom.
Tang Renquan and others must belong to so kind of Evil God cult.
To be able to ddle right under the nose of the Managent Bureau, their Evil God cult wouldn’t be too weak, at least not much worse than the three major Evil God cults.
The Earthly Divine Kingdom ceremony is about to be completed, the Erosion Dungeon located in Wanming City suddenly reduced signal isolation, allowing the survivors inside to release a large amount of video, and let these videos spread in an organized manner, influencing more people, forcing the Wanghai City Strategy Bureau to support.
Seeing the Apocalypse symbol in the thick fog before, Wu Chang speculated that the Earthly Divine Kingdom involved Apocalypse, such a fitting coincidence, even if the mastermind wasn’t Apocalypse, it must be cooperating with Apocalypse.
Fire Master once said that among various Evil God believers, there exists a so-called believer circle, where when there’s no conflict, the forces within the circle will proactively help each other.
Seeing the bar staff’s undisguised tattoos now completely confird his guess.
Apocalypse truly played a good plan, taking advantage of Wanghai City’s vacant rear, Apocalypse opened the Earthly Divine Kingdom, gaining the power of the Evil God.
By the ti the Wanghai City Managent Bureau experts return, they would have either already escaped or gone back into hiding, acting as if nothing had happened.
If it weren’t for him, and having Erin beside him who knows the Earthly Divine Kingdom, they might have really had their chicken stolen by these bastards.
The attendees quickly gathered, outnumbering the mbers in the Night Song group, nearly a thousand people.
Barriers were set up around Haiyang Plaza, with bar waiters standing at the plaza entrances, claiming that special activities were taking place inside, temporarily banning unrelated persons from entering.
Ti ca to eleven, the party began on ti.
The party started with a performance by the Flying Band.
Performing in the open-air plaza created an atmosphere entirely different from the small underground bar, with no need for Mystical Ceremony control, the attendees began spontaneously reveling.
People were bouncing, jumping, howling along with the lead singer.
They didn’t transform into monsters with tentacles on their faces in the music, but Wu Chang could see large patches of Mystical Energy flowing into their bodies.
Under the lights, their reflections on the ground twisted, deford, turning into indescribable things.
As the outdoor concert ended, the temporary big screen suddenly blacked out, and after a mont of darkness, a Gate of Heaven appeared on the screen.
At so point, mbers of the Flying Band exchanged their studded leather outfits for robes embroidered with Apocalypse patterns.
Music played again, but this ti it wasn’t powerful tal, instead, it was solemn religious music, and the rough tal voice sang hymns, surprisingly fitting.
The lead singer of the Flying Band, now transford into a Priest, addressed the audience:
"In your midnight dreams, in the drowsy haze after drinking, have you seen this Gate of Heaven?"
The audience, originally intrigued by Flying Band’s new style, heard this question and, as if triggered by a hypnosis keyword, their eyes turned blank instantly.
They stared at the Gate of Heaven on the screen, finding it increasingly familiar.
The imprint that the Gate of Heaven had once left in their hearts now erupted, making them feel as if they truly had seen this gate before.
Amid the crowd, Wu Chang couldn’t help but smirk, haven’t you seen it every ti you went to their concert and got hypnotized by this gate?
Seeing the effect, the lead singer spoke in a preaching tone:
"The Gate of Heaven is an entrance away from worldly troubles, a path out of the apocalyptic disaster, and a road that must be traveled when falling from the Celestial Kingdom to the mundane world."
"My new album and the series of gatherings at Night Song is not just pure enjoynt, but a search for those with whom we resonate, those who awaken past life mories, and companions falling together from the Gate of Heaven!"
The live audience heard it with confusion, those sitting here were either promising young people, minor affluent second-generation, or at worst, internet celebrity-level figures.
If soone else had said these words to them, they would probably think the person was crazy and turn away.
But the Gate of Heaven on the screen seed to have Magic Power, making them unconsciously want to keep listening to the lead singer.
Instead of saying more, it’s better to demonstrate once.
The lead singer waved to the bar manager to co on stage.
The lead singer pressed a button on the guitar, the chainsaw-like electric guitar had its chainsaw-decoration start spinning unexpectedly.
Imdiately, the lead singer swung the guitar saw, slashing at the manager’s collarbone, attempting to diagonally split the bar manager in half.
The roar of the chainsaw, the shrill screams, the splattering blood, and the hymns chanted by other mbers of the Flying Band composed an intensely impactful scene.
Contrary to the excitent on stage, the audience below was silent, utterly quiet.
In the special VIP section, just two ters from the stage, Duan Kaiming was stunned, eyes wide open, mouth agape, staring in disbelief at the scene before him.
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