The gathering is about to begin, and more and more believers are quietly arriving at this place. The holy war is about to start, and Zhang Quan, holding the Apocalypse, is going to further brainwash the believers, to make every one of them join this holy war.
"To offer our lives for the Master of Revelation is the utmost honor, do you know? Dying in the holy war, the soul will directly ascend to Tianqi's Eden, enjoying eternal pleasure! Milk flows from the sky, and bread grows on trees… We are so close to Tianqi's Eden!"
Listening to Zhang Quan's fervent brainwashing words, the eyes of all the believers below were filled with yearning, as they looked up dumbly.
"Let us sing the hymns together..."
A peculiar folk song, with Zhang Quan's initiation, all the believers started to chant softly.
Luo Fei shook his head, it was this damned strange song. When he had just joined the Church of the Apocalypse Society, he had sneered at it.
