End of the World: Copy 23 trillion gold at the beginning

The survivor chosen by the priest suddenly became excited, and with trembling hands he quickly took off his clothes, leaving him naked.

Then he staggered towards a huge chopping board covered in blood and lay down on it impatiently.

At this time, the priest picked up the so-called "holy water", stood on the container, and sprinkled the "holy water" on the survivor from a high position.

At this time, a believer in a black robe, holding a boning knife in one hand and a machete in the other, walked towards the survivor with an expressionless face.

As the black-robed cultist approached step by step, the knife in his hand reflected a cold light.

He walked to the chopping block and first used a boning knife to gently cut a hole in the survivor's ankle. Blood gushed out instantly, and countless blood flowed down the ankle and into the bucket under the chopping board.

In just a short while, half a bucket of blood had been shed.

Just as this bloody scene was happening, Lin Feng, who was hiding in a secluded place behind the warehouse, could no longer remain calm. Suddenly, a brilliant idea emerged in his mind.

"Rushuang, since these people believe in God, then you should create a God for them."

"Okay, Brother Feng, I understand what you mean."

As Ning Rushuang spoke, she suddenly had an idea, and everyone in the warehouse instantly felt brighter, as if immersed in holy light, making people squint their eyes.

Then, a huge shadow emitting a soft golden light slowly emerged. The shadow had a solemn face and was surrounded by a holy light. It was exactly the image of God in the hearts of these people.

"This...how is this possible?"

The priests and believers looked at the shadow in shock, their movements stopped, and the "holy water" and knives in their hands were dropped to the ground.

The survivors who originally had dull eyes seemed to have regained some sanity at this moment as if by this sudden sacred scene, and everyone's face showed an expression of confusion and awe.

The black-robed believers were trembling as they watched the God transformed by Ning Rushuang, their eyes full of fear and confusion.

At this moment, the priest finally knelt on the ground with a plop, raised the tattered book high in his hands, and shouted in a trembling voice:

"Almighty God, you... you have finally appeared! Could it be that our piety has moved you?"

In the warehouse, the shadowy figure of God spoke slowly, his voice seeming to come from the heavens, carrying an unquestionable majesty:

"What you did went against my teachings. Why did you kill your own kind?"

After hearing this, the priest's face turned pale instantly, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He explained tremblingly:

"Lord, we are just trying to survive. In this apocalypse, only this way can we all have the strength to survive..."

The shadow of God sighed heavily:

"Survival shouldn't be built on the suffering of others, but your actions are inextricably linked to me. It seems the only way I can atone for my mistakes is to bring you with me and personally teach you."

The God, who was conjured up by Rushuang, paused briefly before turning his gaze towards the survivors who were gradually regaining consciousness and said:

"Put all of my followers on the chopping block. Help me send them off. I want to take their souls away."

These bewitched survivors suddenly received instructions from "God". They seemed to be injected with strength and were no longer lambs to be slaughtered.

Several burly survivors were the first to react and rushed towards the believers closest to them.

The believer saw that something was wrong and before he could pick up the knife on the ground to resist, he was grabbed by two survivors and dragged towards the bloody chopping board.

"Are you crazy? This is betrayal! God will punish you!"

He struggled in fear, howling like a pig being slaughtered.

However, the only response he received was the survivors' angry roars and increasingly vigorous pulling.

Because these survivors were instructed by God, there is no such thing as betrayal.

Then a survivor picked up a machete and slashed it hard on his neck. The cultist kicked his legs and was no longer able to move.

These survivors then roughly dragged the next believer to the chopping block and continued the execution.

At this moment, the priest looked at the chaotic situation, and the fear on his face immediately reached its peak.

He trembled and climbed up, looked at the shadow of God and said bravely:

"You...you are not God, you...you are the devil!"

The God, who was transformed by Rushuang, narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a dignified tone, "What did you say about me just now?"

Suddenly questioned by "God", the priest was so frightened that he immediately collapsed on the container with a pale face.

At this time, the priest was trembling, his lips shaking but he could no longer utter a word.

At this time, the shouts and pleas for mercy in the warehouse were intertwined, and blood continued to spread on the ground, mixing with the blood of previous victims, emitting a strong fishy smell.

An hour later, after these survivors and the priest were dealt with, the God who was transformed by Rushuang continued to speak:

"Go and take care of the guards guarding the city. I want to take their souls with me."

When the God who was transformed by Rushuang said this, the survivors were stunned.

It was indeed quite difficult for them, who were unarmed, to get rid of those guards.

After all, those guards all have cold weapons in their hands.

Lin Feng, who was hiding in the dark, had already seen the concerns of these survivors. He had an idea and took out thousands of spears made of bayonets from the space and placed them outside the door.

The God that Rushuang transformed into then spoke to the survivors at the right moment:

"I've prepared the weapons for you. They're outside the door."

When the survivors heard that there were weapons prepared for them by God outside the door, they immediately walked out of the warehouse with high morale.

When these survivors all picked up a spear, it immediately aroused the courage in his heart.

"Since it is God's will, let us go!"

At this time, a survivor raised the spear in his hand and shouted. Seeing this, the other survivors also held their spears tightly, as if they were holding the hope of new life.

"go!"

Then these survivors walked towards the city gate with firm steps. Along the way, the moonlight shone on them, casting long shadows. Their originally dull eyes were now filled with determination.

At the city gate, the guards were still unaware of the shocking incident that had occurred in the warehouse.

They still lazily leaned against the wall, playing with cold weapons in their hands, and occasionally chatting from time to time...