Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

The price of this sigh was Wu Heng's right foot gently stepping on the ground.

A red ripple that was not noticeable to the naked eye spread horizontally from the bottom of his feet, spreading out in all directions in a ripple shape.

One kilometer, ten kilometers, one hundred kilometers. Until one thousand kilometers.

The ripples spread all over Oregon.

Wherever it affected, the injured people were instantly healed, and even the dried blood dripping into the soil flowed back into the wound.

The bleeding was reversed.

Nearly 4 million residents of Oregon, who were originally wailing and suffering, and some of them were even cut in half and had only their last breath left. If they were a second slower, they would have died. They also recovered from their wounds immediately, and their lower bodies grew out like balloons.

People were stunned. This was a miracle!

In just this moment, people who were originally only shallow believers instantly rose to piety in their respective religious beliefs.

But only one group of people understood the truth. They felt the red fluctuations because they themselves belonged to the blood curse.

They were the group of people who escaped from the white cage.

They stopped their original rescue action, looked up and looked at each other, with excitement in their eyes.

Martin told them before that God is the enemy of mankind, and the only ones who can help them may be the demons from hell.

But hell can save the world, and demons can save people?

The eyes of this group of free cursers were mixed with excitement, hell, demons? No, maybe this is the real Lord!

At this moment, they made a decision, that is: to correct the faith.

They understood the meaning of each other's eyes, that is, to correct all the scriptures pointing to the "creator", they are wrong.

They should all be corrected, and their source should be pointed to the donor of the wounded, the "existence" that the individual does not occupy.

One of the cursers suddenly took off his hood.

He waved his hands and rushed to the group of priests. He jumped onto a collapsed and raised wall and stood tall.

The sun shone on him, and his skin as white as snow was like a vampire.

Even simply standing in the sun was filled with a strong sense of disobedience.

It was like a demon living in the daytime!

"God, who are you?" asked the oldest priest.

The nun beside him also took two steps back involuntarily, and subconsciously grabbed the cross pendant on her chest.

"Me?"

"I am the resurrected one!"

The curser with a face as sharp as a knife opened his arms and let the sun fall. The light around him no longer looked cold, but had a strange sense of the sacredness of death.

"Jesus was nailed to the cross. On the morning of the third day, when some women came to worship, they found that he had been resurrected!"

"Jesus is not a person, but a group of people, a group of resurrected ones, and I am one of them."

"As you can see, the miracle just now came from the 'Lord', from the Lord of our resurrected ones."

"In order to welcome the Lord's gift, I will reproduce the miracle of Jesus!"

He had a crazy smile on his face, but every word he said was true, making people feel no malice or lies.

The priests moved their lips slightly, wanting to refute subconsciously, but couldn't say it.

The other party was clearly praising the faith, but it seemed to be blaspheming the faith, but they just couldn't find the problem.

The bloody curser turned his head and looked around.

The collapsed houses and broken streets were mostly cement blocks mixed with mud, steel bars, and some debris.

Finally, he pulled out a crooked wooden villa beam from the ruins.

He broke it into a crooked cross shape.

After seeing the reaction of the curser, the other bloody cursers also came to this place. They also took off their hoods and cooperated to erect it in front of the only hotel.

The hotel was the hotel where Wu Heng had stayed before, and it was regarded as a place protected by God.

The three-meter-high wood was erected, and the curser climbed up.

The other dozen cursers formed a human ladder. They stacked up like Arhats and reached the position of the curser who climbed up the wooden stake, and used nails to hold his palms and his eyebrows.

The curser did not die, his core was in his heart.

Under the close attention of many pastors and residents, he said: "I will recreate Jesus' experience. I will not die within three days and will bear the pain for everyone."

"Just because I am a resurrected tribe."

"I will lead you to get close to the Lord and bathe in the Lord's glory!"

"I will serve the Lord for these three days. After three days, I will return from death, bring the gospel to everyone, and tell you about the Lord's latest experience."

"My name is Andrew!"

After saying this, the curser whose limbs and eyebrows were nailed with nails fell silent.

Faced with this act similar to sacrifice, no one stopped it, because they had just enjoyed a miracle, the suffering they had suffered disappeared, and the wounds healed.

Because they thought that this curser was lucky to get close to the Lord.

Even more, they believed his words.

This scene was not only seen by the people present, but also broadcast live on the synchronized TV channel, which instantly caused an uproar.

Everyone stared at the motionless body on the wooden frame.

The iron nail, which was a foot long, clearly pierced through the head of the body and nailed it to the wooden stake. For an ordinary person, this would be a 100% sure death.

But everyone is waiting, waiting for a miracle to happen!

Even if this miracle takes three full days.

"You leave, we and the priests will stay here, we will wait for three days!" Another senior curser said to local officials and residents.

Only they know in their hearts that the curser on the stake will never lose his life.

For the bloody curser, this act of piercing the brain is similar to the act of nails being pierced by needles without hurting the flesh.

It's not a big deal at all.

Their eyes lit up, the killing was too slow, and the previous killing did not even eliminate the devout believers in the entire city of Portland.

And the hidden believers are countless.

If the faith can be fundamentally reversed, its "God", the source of its faith no longer points to the "creator", but to Wu Heng.

Perhaps it can be regarded as an alternative way to eliminate faith!

The most important thing is that this method is fast enough and enough to ensure that it is cleaned up, which is an act of digging up the roots.

Wu Heng's behavior gave them the best guiding light.

There is only one crucial point in all this, that is, Wu Heng does not object to this matter.

In fact, at the moment when the cursers took action, he had already felt the occurrence of this incident. The residents of Portland had changed their emotions too much as their bodies recovered and this incident happened.

And this kind of simplicity that was separated from tranquility and purity was definitely not what the creator liked.

Therefore, Wu Heng did not interfere with this development. He had more important things to do. (End of this chapter)