They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 119 Chaos
Everyone seemed satisfied with the performance; they all had smiles on their faces.

The only ones who seemed dissatisfied were the members of the Order Association. They were almost frantic, watching helplessly as the signal flare was successfully launched, but the uncertainty of when rescue would arrive made them extremely anxious.

Fortunately, the matter was resolved quickly. Just as Ria was about to say something to everyone, several gunshots rang out, their mechanical sounds coming from all directions outside the tent.

"This is the Order Association-04 Combat Division. Listen up, you are surrounded—"

Upon hearing such a sound, many believers froze, looking around in disbelief. Like dogs that had been stepped on, they rushed out of their seats and ran wildly out of the tent.

However, the next second, as soon as they pulled back the curtain and saw the view outside, they suddenly panicked and rushed back into the tent, trying to pretend they couldn't see what was outside like ostriches.

"No, it's not my fault, it was all the leader's doing! We've always been good citizens!"

"Didn't you say you were the cult leader? Admit it now, admit it was you who did it!"

"You're the cult leader! Your whole family are cult leaders!!!"

"I am innocent! I am innocent!"

The group of people were in a panic, running around like ants on a hot pan. Johnny suddenly burst into laughter. He squeezed through the crowd and rushed onto the stage, his hand still in his pocket as if he were drawing a gun. He clearly wanted to take care of the disorderly people on the stage by himself.

The three investigators exchanged glances and rushed out with their superiors. They ran to Ria, took out several vials of blue liquid from their pockets, loaded them into a gun resembling a tranquilizer gun, and pointed the gun at Ria.

"Surrender, you scourge!!!"

"Huh?" Ria looked at them in confusion, slowly raising her hands in an attempt to prove her innocence. "Let's talk this out. Don't point that thing at people. It's dangerous."

"I'm just a magician, and I didn't charge anyone a single penny of my Swain fees. How did I become a menace?"

He seemed quite puzzled by the current situation: "If it weren't for me, would your operation have gone so smoothly?"

"sophistry!"

The three investigators stepped forward, all including him in their attack range: "Sir, let's capture this man together!"

"Get out of his way, you are no match for him. This man has other ways to kill you hundreds of times over."

"……Yes!"

The group quickly moved to one side, while Johnny slowly walked around them from behind to the front. At this time, the security personnel outside the tent were still issuing warnings and maintaining a continuous encirclement.

Johnny taunted them all: "You think you can get away this time, you scum?"

“Don’t blame us, you disorderly people. This is for your own good. The sooner you are free, the less you will have to suffer so much. Why not?” The investigators still dared not relax. Ria’s hand seemed to be numb from being raised, and he gradually lowered his hand.

The young man looked at the chaotic scene around him—the church members, the people of the Zolam neighborhood, the people on the platform, the dead believers, insects, insects! More insects!

In the end, he lowered his head, his voice slightly pale.

"Your words cannot be trusted at all."

The investigators persisted: "As long as you come with us obediently, we won't kill you. You can be temporarily stored in a special solution for a long time until the disease is cured, and innocent people can be saved..."

"No!"

Ria interrupted them: "I'm not talking to you."

"What do you mean……"

Before the investigators could finish speaking, Ria suddenly looked around.

"Shh——"

In an instant, the tent fabric collapsed downwards, and the top of the tent disappeared.

At this moment, the true nature of the 04th unit outside was finally revealed.

Everyone gasped.

those people……

People dressed in black robes and white masks surrounded the area, each carrying a recorder. They would press the button on the recorder from time to time, and the mechanical warning voice belonging to the Order Association would come out.

"You are surrounded."

"Listen up, you inside! Surrender! Order will bring you to justice!" "This is the Order Association's 04th Unit. I am the captain. Please provide further instructions..."

"Received. Retaliate immediately..."

"receive……"

"Yes……"

"We will take immediate action..."

"This is the Order Association..."

The constant, comforting sounds around me now feel like a cruel joke.

However, when the black-robed figures appeared before everyone, the cultists who had been cowering inside the tent burst into maniacal laughter.

They couldn't help but laugh, some even rolling on the ground laughing so hard they almost suffocated.

"Hahahaha, as expected of you."

"This is so funny, hahaha!"

"Interesting, so very interesting! This is the value of being alive!"

"Thank you, my leader! No, I am the leader, we are all leaders!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

How is this going……

The investigators froze, as if they had suddenly realized something, but hesitated to confirm it, stiffly turning their heads to look at Johnny, whose hands were still in his pockets.

This person should be Johnny.

Is this still Johnny...?

No, he's not Johnny.

Where is Johnny?

What exactly happened...?

Swish————

A chill ran from their tailbone straight up to their heads like an electric current, making them feel cold all over and terrified.

They watched as the man who called himself "Johnny" pulled a flute from his coat pocket and slowly changed his form, his body draped in a black robe and a sinister white face.

At the same time, his bones made "crackling" sounds, and his body shape was constantly changing visibly until it finally stabilized into the shape of a normal adult.

All the believers turned to face him and spread their arms, adopting a strange yet extremely respectful posture.

“We… praise Garn, praise the Master.”

"Tsk, I knew these people wouldn't be so easy to deal with."

Ria glared at Garn through gritted teeth, while the investigators seemed still unaware of what was happening.

Their captain, however, was quicker to react: "You lied to us! What did you do to Johnny? When did you impersonate him?"

"Impersonation?"

Garn uttered the word softly, lowering his hand so that the flute was hidden in his wide sleeves.

"wrong."

His next words were quite intriguing, and the investigators' expressions grew increasingly grim.

"Children, this person doesn't exist at all; in fact, he's been dead for a long time."

He was already dead when we first met.

(End of this chapter)