Not only her, not only Pleasure's power, but all the God's Chosen who had gained divine power in this world felt sothing at this mont.
Watching this globally announced statent, many were briefly stunned, and those who had been in seclusion and not paying attention suddenly snapped awake!
Pleasure, Agony, War, Despair, Death...
All kinds of powers seed to surge at once because of that one sentence, making their strength increase dramatically!
Xie Antong turned her head, pointed toward a direction, and gave the air a thumbs up.
Impressive!
On the announcent screen, the other veteran players who had co with Nie Jiu Tian to release the joint statent also wore shocked expressions.
Wait... we never discussed this before, did we?
Who let you decide on your own? This line—this was your idea, not ours.
"This old man suddenly went mad!"
Chiyo Ming slamd a heavy fist into the wall of her family villa's sealed room, though her face could not show too much obvious reaction.
Everyone knew the surrender faction was hated at a ti like this, but how could he say it like that?
They should try to call on as many people as possible to resist, and explain clearly that surrender is useless, rallying resistance instead.
What does he an, "my opinion is only killing"?
Doesn't he realize that such a global public proclamation, with such extre wording, will very likely provoke the opposite reaction?
Moreover, his words were not aid at a small group. Most of those harboring the thought of surrender were ordinary people.
Is he seriously going to swing the butcher's knife at ordinary civilians? If half the world wanted to surrender, is he going to kill four billion people?
Aren't these folks from China the ones who care about reputation and civilians' safety the most? How could he say sothing like that!
Chiyo Ming could hardly comprehend Nie Jiu Tian's radical words; she even felt a little dazed.
The way he spoke now really resembled how he once assud himself invincible, convinced of his own righteousness...
The joint announcent screen fell eerily silent; nobody knew how to respond to such words.
They all felt that this Dragon Group’s Nie Jiu Tian was probably going to hell in the minds of humanity. At least his words made him seem more villainous than the gods.
"If no one has anything to add, then the world unites from this mont on."
"I hope everyone can do their utmost to... save themselves!"
Nie Jiu Tian, seeing nobody speak up, made a brief conclusion in a cool tone. The world was almost finished; who cared about being gentle or not, about reputation?
If I don't go to hell, who will? Besides, this mortal world itself ought to beco hell...
After that, the world announcent screen vanished!
When the screen shut down, Nie Jiu Tian sat quietly in his chair, silent for a long while.
He gripped his chest with his fingers and muttered,
"Causality... will you let win this ti again...?"
...
On the entire street near Lantiao Elentary, a squad of Dragon Group mbers was holding back the rioting crowd.
A steel wall that had appeared out of thin air separated the people and prevented the bloody incident from spreading further, but the campus behind it looked as if it had suffered an abnormal quake, with buildings collapsing everywhere.
Jiu Tian stood before the rioters, loudly pleading.
These were mobilized surrender faction mbers. Their motives varied widely; they didn't even seem to know what they specifically wanted, as if they rioted simply to riot.
Because the gods had never clearly stated what people had to do to be accepted for surrender, everything was based on imagination in people's minds or incitent by the Apostles.
"Move! Move! Let see, is there anyone dead? Is anyone dead?"
A man with red eyes pushed frantically through the crowd toward the site.
"Let check! I threw the explosive just now, if soone's dead, it counts as mine!"
Such crazed words made Jiu Tian's scalp prickle. He hurried forward to push the man back.
But the man, acting as if insane, was astonishingly strong. He shoved hard and shouted wildly:
"God already told , it's all your fault!"
"It's all because you people didn't obey God's discipline. If you'd listened sooner, we'd already live in paradise. You deserve to die! And that 'Sin,' he deserves to die the most!"
The violent wailing had ripped his vocal cords, making his voice sound like a demon's shriek, yet it was grotesquely alluring, drawing the surrender faction behind him to surge forward!
Dragon Group personnel resisted as best they could. Jiu Tian glared into the crowd, trying to find whether any superhumans were among them causing trouble.
"God said! Just kill two! Just kill two of those who resist and we will be forgiven; God will co take us."
"One more! Just one more and it's fine. Let see—if I kill one more I'll leave."
Jiu Tian froze, startled, and shouted at the man in a harsh voice:
"One more? You've already killed people!"
"Yeah! So what! My mother—my mother was brainwashed by you, saying that The Ga was no good every day." The red-eyed man now seed ntally deranged.
"Damn... she understood nothing, only knew how to boss around..."
"My mother is dead. Why can't one more of you die? The kids in this school were probably brainwashed by you too... Let see if there's a body from earlier!"
Jiu Tian felt as if sounds had ceased; his head buzzed. His whole world seed to sway.
And that utterly absurd, deranged cry only made the crowd more frenzied, forcing forward.
Kitchen knives, daggers, chunks of iron were hurled wildly toward the school!
"Let in! I have to get my child! They've been brainwashed by you! I must tell them to believe in God!"
"Really, just two kills will do? We're saved!"
"If we kill together, can it count as both of us?"
Shouts of every kind rose up. Jiu Tian and the others were still doing their best to maintain order in the human world, but the people in front of them had already beco uncontrollable beasts...
Suddenly, Jiu Tian's heart jolted. He looked at his in-ga interface, at the latest orders sent from the Dragon Group action team, and stiffened.
"Get out of my way! I'll kill you!"
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