Chapter 189: The Divine Punishment Descends
Tang Ze, who was about to leave, suddenly laughed. Zhou Yang and Nan Jie both felt that Tang Ze’s laughter was a little different, and they couldn’t help but shiver.
The people who could run over to watch the judgment this early in the morning were all die-hard fans of the Saintess. The idea had long been implanted deep in their brains. Even though the Saintess had been burned to death, they seemed to want to awaken her in this way.
“Come back, Saintess, we need your glory.”
“Divine punishment descends, to punish this person who blasphemed the Saintess!”
Tang Ze’s body gradually rose into the air, standing in the center of the stadium. He shouted to everyone, “I’ll give you five minutes to scram. Those who remain, I’ll send you to see the Saintess.”
Not a single person left…
Everyone was unmoved, their hands crossed over their chests, singing and swaying from side to side.
“As expected of the Saintess’s most devout subjects. Then I’ll send you to see the Saintess!”
Instantly, Tang Ze’s eyes flashed with purple lightning.
The originally gloomy sky gradually darkened, and the entire city of Huzhou plunged into darkness. The people at home looked at the sky curiously. Why had it suddenly become night during the day? Was it going to rain again?
In an instant, a purple lightning bolt flashed within the black clouds, giving people a strong sense of oppression. The people who saw this lightning bolt were terrified. They quickly pulled their curtains shut and curled up in their blankets.
In the stadium, a pitch-black darkness fell. And Tang Ze in the air was like a god, his body surrounded by fine purple lightning.
Above the stadium, bolts of lightning were gathering, as if with a single command from Tang Ze, they would mercilessly crush everything!
“This must be the real god,” Nan Jie said blankly, looking at Tang Ze above. Could virus fusion really be this strong?
Zhou Yang stammered, “This isn’t a god. This is God’s father.”
However, in the eyes of the Saintess’s subjects, their prayers had worked. They became extremely fanatical.
“It’s divine punishment! The divine punishment has descended!!! Hahaha.”
“Everyone, look! God is angry! He has sent down the divine punishment!”
“Judge the person who blasphemed the Saintess! Let the Saintess return!!!”
Listening to the shouts of the people around him, Tang Ze threw his head back and laughed, his eyes already covered in lightning.
“You all like divine punishment so much. Today, I’ll let you see what real divine punishment is.”
“Wrath of Thunder!”
As Tang Ze’s fingertips fell, the suppressed lightning in the clouds instantly poured down, a terrifying aura sweeping across the area.
Everyone fanatically watched the lightning fall from the sky. They had never seen such a scene in their lives. Only by angering God would he send down lightning.
But they saw a purple lightning bolt pierce through the canopy and land beside them. In an instant, that group of people all turned to dust.
“God, we are your subjects! The one who blasphemed the Saintess is over there!”
Tang Ze’s eyes slanted. He pointed with his hand, and a terrifying bolt of lightning struck him directly in the face.
“The divine punishment has fallen on us! It must be because we are not devout enough! Everyone, don’t panic! Pray quickly…”
Seeing this scene, Tang Ze suddenly clapped his hands together. A terrifying vortex of lightning actually appeared above his head. The scene felt even more apocalyptic than the apocalypse itself.
“If singing were useful, then wouldn’t I have been sung to death by you all!”
With a boom, thousands of bolts of thunderous wrath burst forth from the vortex.
In an instant, the ground was riddled with holes. The entire stadium was razed to the ground, even sinking dozens of meters deep, leaving only the execution platform in the center.
Tang Ze landed on the ground. It was finally quiet…
“What are you all standing there for? Aren’t you hungry? Do you want to be baptized too?”
Zhou Yang and Nan Jie looked at each other and swallowed hard. Too strong!
“Brother Tang, this way please.” Zhou Yang quickly followed. He had to cling tightly to God’s father’s thigh. Why lick the Saintess? Licking my Brother Tang is the real skill.
Zhou Yang directly led Tang Ze to the Dawn Society’s headquarters. After all, the chef who cooked for the Saintess was here.
Tang Ze looked at the building before him. The conspicuous golden characters were truly an eyesore.
With a bang, the three characters “Dawn Society” instantly shattered and fell, also heralding the end of the Dawn Society.
Taking out his phone, Tang Ze called Sun Ting.
“Hello.” A soft voice came from the phone, as if she had just woken up. It was mainly because they had gossiped too late yesterday, and with the Master not at home, they naturally had to sleep in.
“Still sleeping? I’ll send you a location. Come over for breakfast.”
Sun Ting pulled open the curtains. It was already light out. She looked at the time; it was already nine o’clock. “Alright, I’ll call them over right away.”
“Mm.”
After hanging up, under the guidance of Zhou Yang and Nan Jie, he swaggered into the building. Anyone who muttered about the Saintess with a pious look on their face was exploded into a mist of blood.
Soon, Tang Ze arrived at the top floor, the room where the Saintess lived.
“The Saintess really knows how to enjoy herself.”
Walking into the room, Tang Ze looked around. The layout was not luxurious, but it gave people a sense of sanctity.
Nan Jie lowered his head respectfully and said, “This is the Saintess’s bedroom.”
Tang Ze directly pushed open the bedroom door. It was tidy inside. There was a desk near the balcony. Tang Ze was a little curious about how this Saintess had gone from an ordinary person to what she was now.
“Can you usually come in?” Tang Ze asked curiously.
Nan Jie shook his head. “No one dares to enter the Saintess’s bedroom.”
Tang Ze said “oh” and opened a drawer. Inside were some books.
Theology
The Dictator
Illusion
Psychology
Collective Honor Above All Else
Tang Ze flipped through them briefly and asked, “How many days did she take to brainwash you all?”
“Five days,” Nan Jie said in a low voice.
Tang Ze’s hand, which was flipping through the book, paused for a moment. “So short…”
“At the beginning, the Dawn Society was indeed as its name suggested. Everyone trusted and helped each other. At that time, she was like an angel who had descended to the mortal world, deeply loved by everyone.”
“But gradually, this group had its own name, its own unique gestures, its own songs, and it was even rumored that she was the Saintess.”
“All dissenting voices were treated as disrupting the collective. At first, it was just verbal education, but it eventually escalated to various cruel death penalties.”
“Especially with the addition of the virus-fused people, the Saintess became even more unscrupulous in her bewitchment of the people. Her desires could no longer be controlled.”
“I believe her original intention was good, but in the process, she gradually lost herself. From the moment she decided to become the Saintess, she had already changed.”
Tang Ze put down the book. He felt that Nan Jie seemed to be lamenting. The Saintess could have originally walked the right path, but she had still gone down the wrong one.
But in the apocalypse, how could there be a distinction between right and wrong? There was only the distinction between the strong and the weak.
A young and beautiful woman was put on a pedestal, controlling the life and death of others. Who wouldn’t like that feeling?
Although I, Tang Ze, am not a good person, I do like this feeling.
Leaving the bedroom, Tang Ze sat at the dining table. Zhou Yang and Nan Jie both stood to the side. A person in a chef’s uniform brought over a delicate breakfast.
However, the chef seemed nervous and afraid. He had heard that all of the Saintess’s followers had died, and the Saintess herself had been burned to death by him.
