Within a grand church in Nevada, spotty lights flickered.
Embedded in the walls of the church were bronze lamps, casting a soft glow that faintly illuminated the entire church's outline. A man in a trench coat with a hood knelt before a statue.
The statue, about three meters tall and completely white, had curly hair and was carved with delicate tenderness. In its left hand, it held two golden keys, and in its right, a scroll of decree. Its gaze was slightly upwards, its expression solemn as if it were looking towards the path to Heaven.
Almost everyone overseas recognized this sculpture; it was Jesus, the Son of God from Western mythology.
"Lord, I have always had faith in You. I hope You can take me to Heaven, to a realm of true freedom and eternal life," the kneeling man devoutly worshiped.
At this moment, several black sedans with headlights flashing sped down the road outside the church and came to a stop at the entrance.
