Where were the traces of followers of the evil god here? The farm before him was a shambles. The once golden wheat fields were trampled here and there, and the roofs of several adobe houses had half collapsed. Curls of black smoke still rose from the broken beams. The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning, mixed with the nauseating smell of blood.
He took two cautious steps forward, and suddenly his foot slipped. Looking down, he saw dark red blood on the soles of his shoes. The blood had not yet completely solidified, and the sticky soles were icy cold.
Moving the eyes forward, the bodies of civilians were lying in disorder on the edge of the field and under the eaves.
There was an old farmer in a coarse cloth jacket, holding a half-broken hoe in his hand. There was a neat gash on his chest, and the blood had soaked the soil beneath him into a dark brown color. The gash seemed to have been cut neatly by some kind of supernatural power. Not far away, a little girl holding a rag doll was curled up in the corner. The doll's smiling face was blurred by blood, and her eyes were still wide open, full of fear. Her chest was obviously burnt. That was the iconic talisman of the Vulcan faction, and it was not something that a believer in the evil god would use.
The captain of another special ability team walked out nonchalantly, greeted them while smoking a cigarette, and then started reminiscing about the past. The content was nothing more than words like "I can get a second-class award this time", as if the corpse at his feet was just a pile of insignificant garbage.
For the first time, Mo Xuan felt his brain was shocked.
News came out that day that the evil god's followers attacked a farm, killing and injuring all the civilians. The third team bravely met the enemy and killed several followers... The captain even took Mo Xuan's identity into consideration and specially applied for a major position for him.
"It's a shame to kill innocent people..." Mo Xuan thought of this word.
Aren't they supposed to be the protectors of the common people?
A classmate of mine said, "We can't help it. Those guys who believe in evil gods have been disappearing recently. What will happen to our reputation if this continues? Oh, forget it. There are so many civilians anyway. A few deaths are harmless. The key is the reputation of the Empire and the God Society. You are fine. You don't have to say anything, but you are fine. Tsk tsk."
Mo Xuan opened his mouth to refute, but he couldn't say anything. What would he do if it were Fang Zhiyi?
At this moment, his heart was filled with fear. Could this be the face of the so-called God? No, it shouldn't be. Those people must have made it up...
The butterfly effect brought about by Fang Zhiyi is gradually changing the course of things.
Without the harassment of believers, the gods would not hesitate to let the supernatural beings stage various attacks to maintain the people's faith in the gods. They soon discovered that this method was more effective in making the people blindly believe in the gods, and it was also controllable.
However, Mo Xuan had frequent nightmares. He saw with his own eyes that his captain killed more than a dozen civilians, and then ordered them to disguise themselves as followers of the evil god and attack the scene. Mo Xuan's abnormality also attracted the attention of Mr. Mo.
So Mo Xuan told what he had seen. After hearing his words, Mr. Mo fell silent. In the end he just sighed deeply. Mo Xuan's heart sank to the bottom.
No one could have imagined that things would quickly spiral out of control, with the indiscriminate killing of civilians spreading like a virus, destroying countless families and killing countless people. However, those civilians who were not involved in the incident became even more fanatical in their belief in gods and divine assemblies.
When Mo Xuan discovered that his supernatural powers were gradually disappearing, he had already been on sick leave for a month. As a time traveler, he had deep doubts about those gods.
At the very least... the gods shouldn't allow their agents to do such cruel things, unless... those gods aren't gods at all.
Fang Zhiyi's words suddenly echoed in his mind, over and over again.
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