Amidst the lightning and thunder, the city suddenly became white.

Heavy rain fell on people's shoulders, and the voice of God reached every corner of the world.

People raised their hands hopefully to express their support for the city lord on the screen.

"That's the city lord! The one on the screen is the city lord!" the white-haired old man exclaimed.

"Lord City Lord, we must kill the invaders!" The angry young man raised the sickle in his hand.

"That human traitor, is his name Su Mingan? Kill Su Mingan! Kill Su Mingan!" The child shouted with the help of his mother, and his voice lingered.

They thought that by raising their hands, they were raising torches of human unity.

No one knew whose soul they were burning.

Even though some smart people speculated that something might have happened to the city lord himself, without a communication signal, their voices could not be heard at all.

The world could not raise its voices of resistance, so the only voice left was submission. Many people did not understand the political situation of Doomsday City at all, and could not imagine that a faker would be able to enter the mainstream.

They believed the call of the city lord on the screen.

Truck drivers carrying resources, soldiers stationed in border towns, merchants doing business, travelers walking along the road, adventurers exploring ruins...

East, south, west, north...

Riverbanks, mountains, forests, fields, farmlands...

City-states, gathering places, towns, villages...

A whole world.

The voices of believers are not loud, but when added together they are enough to form a big fire.

Players could hear voices coming from all directions of the residential building, denouncing the rebels as "traitors to humanity" - these voices were like thick cumulonimbus clouds, surrounding them sullenly and depressing them to the point of suffocation.

"Are these people crazy? How can they believe such a statement?" Violet frowned, and waves of sounds from all around poured into her ears.

"Ridiculous..." Hicks shook his head.

Yamada Machi looked at Su Mingan in the front worriedly, and he suddenly had a feeling -

It was as if there were invisible chains wrapped around him, and if he struggled, the chains would get tighter and tighter, binding him like a sacrifice.

If people want to get rid of misfortune, they need to recognize their own misfortune. However, most people don’t even know that they are in misfortune, and even actively associate with misfortune.

The more we look at the opposites in this single and stubborn way, the more we seek our own roots with the same attitude. We oppose "everything" we don't believe in, and affirm "all" we believe in. Until we are completely divided into isolated small groups that cannot be connected by gods who are good at playing with people's hearts.

Su Mingan was facing them sideways, revealing half of his face, looking somewhat distant. His half face was deeply hidden in the darkness, and he remained silent for a long time.

"What's the point of God doing this? Is it just to destroy our mentality?" Yamada Machi couldn't help but say as he looked at Su Ming'an in the rain.

"…It is to plunder faith." Nor rubbed his chin for a moment and said something that made everyone suddenly realize.

People looked at each other, and could see the shock and panic in each other's eyes.

"You mean - the gods are also using [faith, energy, and authority], the three major elements of becoming gods? But this is not the Eighth World Dome! How can these be involved?" said a female player next to her.

"It's true that the world of ruins is a science fiction world." Noel said, "But the world where the gods live may not be."

He thought of the blood-red magic pattern in the eyes of the invaders... It was clearly a trace of the magical world. This hint was planted early on.

If [faith, power, authority] are universal in all worlds...

"Su Ming'an can rely on the world live broadcast to accumulate emotions and increase his strength. Gods may also have similar methods." Noel said slowly: "This can also explain why gods call themselves 'gods'. Perhaps part of his source of power comes from faith."

The scarlet eyes in the sky seemed to become brighter, as if they were moisturized.

On the screen, the voice of God continued:

"——People, please raise your heads and look at the sky! I believe you can see a pair of eyes."

"——I ask you to look at it devoutly. It will help us stabilize our turbulent city-state!"

As soon as these words came out, many people realized that something was wrong - there seemed to be something wrong with this city lord. But their voices of opposition were too small to affect the overall situation.

Countless people raised their heads, and the moment they looked up at the scarlet eyes in the sky, they heard strange whispers, which were the bewitching voices of Hewei.

"We can't watch it! We can't watch it!" There was a confusion among the players: "It's broken, our voices can't be heard."

"That eye is definitely wrong. It is a means to deceive humans. It seems to have appeared tonight. The god must have used it for this fatal move."

"The gods have waited until this moment to start the world live broadcast, which means that the two-dimensional world is about to collapse. They want to destroy the firewall in one fell swoop, leaving us no time to respond."

In the building next door, the residents had already begun to panic. They had long felt that there was something wrong with these rebels. Now that the city lord said that the leader Su Mingan was a traitor to humanity, how could they not believe it.

Someone stood on the balcony and threw eggs and rotten vegetable leaves into the crowd. Su Mingan did not dodge or avoid them. Before those filthy things touched him, they were blocked by other players' skills. This group of about 300 players were even more angry than Su Mingan himself. They put themselves in this situation.

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