Chapter 414 Sacrifice
How could Dor let them destroy it? He pointed at most of the other people and shouted, "Did you see their expressions?"
"If you dare to resist, they will die, because of you!"
As he said that, a ray of light suddenly flashed on the flying saucer in the air seven or eight meters.
Then the bodies of hundreds of people seemed to be squeezed by something, and screams came out one after another.
However, this feeling came and went quickly, and they recovered in just a moment.
However, the flying saucer flashing with light above their heads still reminded people that what these little grays said was true, and they really had the ability to kill them in an instant!
If the Son of God really resisted, they would really die!
In an instant, everyone's face showed fear, and crying continued.
"Did you see their expressions?" Dor smiled.
In the eyes of billions of viewers, the Son of God, the Messiah, looked around at the people around him.
Pope St. Joseph's heart skipped a beat, and he felt something was wrong.
Sure enough, the next second, one of the five little gray men, Jiru, could not help it anymore. He suddenly raised his hand and waved it, and then the Son of God was thrown out.
Bang!
He fell heavily to the ground, and his body curled up.
"Son of God!"
"Lord!"
The five little gray men's eyes lit up, and they all laughed.
"Hahaha..."
Jiru played with it as if he had got a toy.
Under the gaze of countless people, the white figure fell heavily to the ground again, accompanied by violent coughing.
"Aren't you the Son of God?"
"Where is your power?"
"Hahaha..."
Jiru laughed mockingly, full of pride.
The four little gray men next to him were also very excited.
Bang!
The Messiah hit the wall and rolled several times after falling. His snow clothes and white hair became filthy at this moment, no longer pure.
However, at this time no one cared. Everyone watched with tears in their eyes, and some even covered their faces and couldn't bear to watch.
Seeing the Son of God being tortured, at this moment, whether they were believers or not, they felt very uncomfortable.
Pope Joseph wiped his eyes with tears. He watched the Son of God barely stand up, but was thrown away again. He could no longer hold back and shouted at the five little gray men in grief and anger, "Stop!"
He turned around and said anxiously, "Son of God, leave us alone!"
The five little gray men listened to the Pope's words with interest and relish.
However, they were also afraid that the Son of God would really fight back. They still didn't understand that strange power.
So even though Jiru had been attacking, he didn't dare to launch a fatal attack, because he was not sure whether the Son of God would really surrender at that time.
Under the instinct of life, how could someone not fight back?
Anyway, they didn't believe it.
If you want the life of this Son of God, you must use other methods.
Thinking about it, Dole thought of something again, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He pressed down Jiru's gesture of preparing to attack again, and smiled at the billions of viewers in front of the screen, "Let's play a game!"
As he said that, the picture in the eyes of the audience changed and was switched back to the dark space.
The yellow meteorite was still in the picture, and it was flying at a very high speed.
People were just wondering, and the next picture made everyone's face change.
They saw that the figure of the earth appeared in the distance!
When they changed their faces wildly, they heard a laugh.
"Look, it won't be long before the meteorite will fall on your world, and your world will usher in the end!" As
soon as these words came out, everyone's body trembled even more.
But at this time, the appearance of a sentence made them feel refreshed.
"But we can let you live."
The picture was switched back, and Dor said, "I can give you a choice."
"What do you want to do!" Pope St. Joseph said angrily.
For some reason, he had an ominous premonition, as if something he didn't want to see was happening, and this feeling was very familiar.
He was very uneasy in his heart, and subconsciously looked at the Son of God.
People didn't notice anything, and looked at Dor expectantly.
Dor said, "This game is that you can choose between your Son of God and your world!"
The audience was stunned.
"What do you mean?" Pope Joseph's face changed. He thought of something and felt even more uneasy.
Sure enough, the next second.
"It means..." Dor said vicious words with a smile, "If your Son is willing to sacrifice for you and give up his life, then your world can be saved!"
"How about it? Is this game interesting?"
He curled his lips happily.
"Interesting!" The eyes of the four little gray men next to him lit up.
People fell silent and looked at the little gray men in disbelief.
Jiru laughed, "Haha... do you choose your life or the life of your Son?"
"Or, your Son is unwilling to sacrifice for you?"
As he said that, he turned his head and looked at the Son of God, whose white clothes were stained black.
Dole continued, "The meteorite is controlled by our companions. You'd better not have any luck."
He smiled, "I can give you time to think, but time is running out!"
"Look!"
The picture changed, and the meteorite was getting closer and closer to the earth.
Seeing this scene, people panicked.
Pope St. Joseph's eyes were bloodshot, and he subconsciously looked at the Son of God.
The breeze blew, and the snow-white hair was lifted.
The Son of God looked at people peacefully, as if he didn't care, but seemed to have expected it.
Could it be...
Pope St. Joseph's eyes turned red.
No, it will never happen!
How can they...
He hadn't finished thinking, and among the twenty or so soldiers, Captain Simon, the leader, suddenly rang a phone call.
After he answered the call in a panic, he suddenly became panicked and trotted over tremblingly.
At the same time, the Pope's mobile phone rang.
Not long after, two old voices came out, full of prayers.
"Son of God, please save us!"
"Messiah, please have mercy!"
The words seemed to want the Son of God to use his great power to save the world, and seemed to want the Son of God to sacrifice himself.
Pope Saint Joseph's face was livid. He heard who the owners of the two voices were. They were the top leaders of the two major countries!
"You will go to hell!" He said angrily.
The two old men fell silent after hearing this. They felt guilty, but there was nothing they could do.
Even if it was just a glimmer of hope, they dared not ignore it, whether for themselves or for the people.
The voices of the two old men had not been heard for long before they were replaced by another person.
In just a short while, many people called over...
Pope Saint Joseph's eyes were filled with despair.
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(///ω///) Sorry it's even later
(end of this chapter)
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