The end of the world: I can do whatever I want to anyone

Suddenly, a beautiful melody rang out throughout the stadium.

Everyone in the audience stood up, crossed their hands on their chests and looked at the Saint singing, even the president and others stood up.

"Disasters... destroy hope... sting the soul."

"It is you who gave us hope and light again..."

"And you... are the saint, the dawn, lighting the way forward."

"Let us join hands and run towards the path chosen by God."

"..."

On the big screen, the saint slowly opened her arms, like a mother ready to hug her child.

Many people were moved to tears. The saint was so great, leading everyone with her selfless dedication.

Tang Ze also saw the appearance of the saint on the big screen and finally understood why these people were so easily brainwashed.

Rated 88 points by the system, such a woman will arouse the most primitive desires in men.

Once it reaches 89 points, this primitive desire will evolve into a feeling of inviolability. This feeling emanates very strongly from Li Linger, and if it reaches 90 points, it will be completely dissipated.

The same goes for this saint, who was born with a score of 89. No wonder she is worshipped by so many people without any doubt. After all, those who doubted her were judged and executed.

As everyone was singing, a group of people began to walk out.

They wore white robes and sprinkled water from bottles as if to wash away the sins of this world.

Behind them was a group of rebels, at least hundreds of them, their hands and feet tied with chains. There was no fear on any of their faces. Their eyes were fixed on the beautiful figure, wishing they could tear her to pieces!

In the team, Tang Ze saw the figure of the fat boy Zhou Yang, and the person supervising next to him seemed to be the driver from last night, Huo Fu... This made Tang Ze slightly stunned.

It seems that there aren't that many smart people...

As the singing stopped, a wave of ugly curses was directed at the sinners. Everyone changed from being just pious to being fierce, wishing they could kill these people themselves. Anyone who spoke ill of the saint should die!

At the forefront of the rebels were a man and a woman, they were a married couple. Facing death at this moment, they did not retreat at all, but walked onto the stage calmly with their little fingers clasped together.

Looking at the white surface, in their eyes they saw the blood of countless rebels.

The newly appointed chief judge Qiu Guofei stood up excitedly and read out the verdict: "Huang Wufeng! Zhang Huiyun! Both of you are leaders of the resistance organization. The Saint is lenient and sentences you to death by burning at the stake."

Suddenly, the entire stadium was filled with cheers, and people were red-faced and shouting crazily: "Burn them! Burn them!!!"

Zhang Huiyun listened to the voices of 80,000 people and shouted at the loudest voice she had ever heard: "Brothers and sisters, wake up! That woman just wants to control you and enslave you. Don't become her slaves. Stand up!"

Zhang Huiyun's voice was too small and was drowned out by the other sentences.

"Forget it, Huiyun. They have been kneeling for so long that they don't know how to stand up." Huang Wufeng seemed very calm. These people could not be saved...

As Huo Fu pressed the button, a part of the table slowly opened. It was a high-power flamethrower.

When this happened, everyone became even crazier, and the calm Tang Ze seemed particularly different.

Huo Fu came up to the two men with a gun in hand and untied their chains: "Stand over there by yourselves."

Huang Wufeng looked at Huo Fu with contempt and walked towards the flamethrower.

"Scum! Bah!" Zhang Huiyun even spat at Huo Fu and resolutely followed her husband.

As the couple stood on the spout, a close-up was shown on the big screen.

Suddenly, the saint's spiritual voice was heard in the venue.

"You just need to confess to God now, and God will forgive you."

After hearing the saint's words, everyone was impressed by her mercy. They wanted to kill her.

The saint can forgive the past and only requires repentance. Only a saint has such a broad mind.

How dare you sinners to resist the Saint? You don't understand the Saint's kindness at all, and you are bent on overthrowing the Saint. You deserve to die.

Huang Wufeng looked back at the beautiful figure standing tall above him and raised his hand.

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The head of the law enforcement team, Wang Shan, who was standing under the stage, had a cold expression on his face: "Prepare for the execution by burning at the stake!"

"Wait for me in the next life, I will come to find you." Huang Wufeng said affectionately to his beloved wife. There was no fear in his eyes, only strong love and reluctance.

With tears in her eyes, Zhang Huiyun stroked her husband's cheek and said distressedly: "Let me come to find you in the next life. You must wait for me."

Huang Wufeng hugged his beloved wife in his arms, and the two kissed each other deeply.

Huo Fu pressed the ignition switch, and a noise of restlessness sounded in the flamethrower.

With a puff, the raging flames engulfed the two people. All that could be seen were two silhouettes hugging each other in the flames. As time passed, the two silhouettes gradually disappeared in the flames, turning into dust and slowly floating into the sky...

Some people in the crowd were silent, while others shouted excitedly.

Tang Ze stared at the flames. He had seen husbands kicking their wives to death, husbands exchanging their wives for supplies, and of course wives betraying their husbands. He felt that with the end of the world, there was no true love in this world, only interests.

But when he saw them, Tang Ze suddenly believed that there is such a kind of love that lasts until death.

I suddenly want to have a relationship. Should I find Ling'er? Or Xiaobai? Or Xiaotingting?

Forget it. Their dream is to be his wife. If he asks one of them to have a relationship with him, they will probably start fighting.

On the main stage, Vice President Nan Jie suddenly asked: "President, why is the disposal leader placed at the front? Shouldn't it be placed at the end?"

Nie Shun glanced sideways, picked up the thermos and poured out a cup of hot water: "Because the finale of today is you, the vice president."

"President, what do you mean by this?" Nanjie asked puzzledly without changing his expression.

Nie Shun took out a bottle of holy water from his pocket.

Seeing the bottle of holy water, Nan Jie frowned slightly, then smiled and said, "President, you work hard and get the holy water. I really envy you." After saying that, he looked at the Governor Ji Shoushan next to him, but Ji Shoushan ignored him.

"Vice President, this is the reward given to you by the Saint. Have you forgotten it so quickly?" Nie Shun's smile gradually disappeared, and a chill emanated from him.

"How is that possible? I've already drunk it, so why is it here with you? Is the resistance organization trying to deal with me?"

Nie Shun picked up the holy water and said coldly: "Yes, why is it in my hands? You should thank your son who drove you. Don't blame me. After all, young people want to live longer. No one wants to be burned to death."

Nan Jie's smile gradually disappeared after hearing this...

Governor Ji Shoushan said calmly, "I was originally wondering how those rebels survived. There were several times when we arrested them but nothing happened. It turned out to be you, Vice President. The Saint asked you to be responsible for the distribution of supplies in the city and to ensure stability. This is how you repay the Saint."

Nie Shun patted Nanjie on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I still admire you for some things. Every time you see your own people being executed, you can remain calm and collected."

"It just turned into anger in my heart." Nanjie said suddenly.

After hearing Nanjie's admission, Nie Shun sighed: "Don't worry, you will see your son soon."

"You killed him! He told you everything! Why did you still want to kill him!" Nanjie suddenly became angry and grabbed Nie Shun by the collar.

Ji Shoushan snorted with disdain: "Nanjie, you should know that you are about to be exposed, so you deliberately let your son say this to save your son's life. Unfortunately, the Saint has already discovered that something is wrong with you."

Nan Jie couldn't help but chuckle, "You arrested me now because you're afraid of the young man the company sent last night. You're afraid I'll tell your dirty deeds."

"What the Saint did was right. She has her own way to deal with that young man."

"Hehe, I knew you were afraid. Afraid that he would destroy everything you worked so hard to build." Nan Jie laughed wildly, but was pressed on the table by Nie Shun, unable to move.

"He is just a young man. No matter how strong he is, the Saint will make him never return!" Nie Shun whispered in Nanjie's ear.

Nanjie, who was being pinned down, laughed even louder: “You guys are really scared, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.”

"Take him away. Don't worry, your body will be hung in the square for other rebels to see!" Nie Shun wanted to smash Nanjie's head with a slap, because he knew that this guy had a rebellious nature.

The saint looked at Nanjie being taken away with contempt, her face showing no emotion. After all, in her eyes, these were the loyal dogs she had raised. If one died, there would be more. Maybe the next one would be more loyal, like the young man sent by the company.

At this moment, the big screen showed the picture of Nanjie. Everyone was in disbelief as they saw that their vice president was being detained!

Presiding Judge Qiu Guofei was still frightened and immediately began the trial.

"Vice President Nan Jie betrayed God's will, used the power granted by the Saint to support the rebels, disrupted the stability of Huzhou, and is sentenced to be boiled in oil!"

After these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent. The vice president actually funded those rebels!

After the calm, there were crazy curses. The Saint gave you so much power, and you stabbed her in the back like this! Doesn't your conscience hurt?

I saw a big pot being lifted onto the flamethrower, and bottles of oil were being poured into the pot.

As one of the jet flames rose, the oil pan began to heat up.

Qiu Guofei continued the trial: "The rebel Hu Ziyu was sentenced to death."

A young man was grabbed and pressed to the ground. Huo Fu twitched the blade with his right hand and lifted the young man's chin with his left hand.

The blade ruthlessly cut the fragile throat, and blood gushed out, staining the white ground red.

The audience was in an uproar, as if the stadium was about to be lifted up.

Zhou Yang, who was kneeling beside him, looked pale and weak. "Brother Tang, where are you? You said you would protect me from death. You can't go back on your word. These bastards have all betrayed me and pushed me out to die."

Seeing the guillotine coming out, Zhou Yang cursed in his heart, wondering which pervert came up with all these different ways of dying.

Brother Tang, save me!!!

In the audience, the young man who brought Tang Ze over looked at the empty seat beside him, confused for a moment, but snorted coldly. He knew that this guy was a traitor and would be tried and executed soon. No, he had to report him himself, maybe he could be assigned to the law enforcement team.

At this time, the saint was silently watching those who were executed. This power to control life and death is really addictive. What stupid people are.

Knock, knock, knock on the door, followed by a strange sound.

“Takeout is here.”