426: Chapter 425 The Ascetic! The Saintly Ritual!

In the current global landscape, the unexpected news of Christianity spreading widely across the North America continent was like a pebble thrown into a deep lake.

Although it stirred up some ripples, it failed to cause any waves after reaching China.

On one hand, the Special Administrative Region government and the stationed military districts consistently upheld their excellent work style, reporting only the good news and omitting the bad in their respective special reports.

On the surface, after experiencing a series of multiple and severe social crises—including the ravages of a disease outbreak, the shock of economic collapse, and the turmoil of social disorder—the North America region had miraculously stabilized its footing.

Even amidst the chaotic situation following the dissolution of the Eagle Sauce, it still maintained basic social stability.

This achievement was simply inconceivable in terms of national governance and could be called a remarkable historical miracle.

Because of this, after weighing the options, the high-level officials of China chose to let things take their course.

After all, as long as it didn't cause trouble, they would just let it be...

On the other hand, every high-level official in China was indeed in an extremely busy state.

Previously, Lin Mo had already assigned them a mountain of critical tasks for the new era of reform.

The deadlines for these tasks were also very tight, essentially impossible to reach without a significant leap.

Although there would be no immediate, severe consequences if they failed to finish on time—at most, it would just mean a delay—the impact might not be significant in the short term for the currently thriving China.

However, those in leadership positions during this period all harbored a strong sense of fighting spirit and honor.

Especially those tasks arranged by Lin Mo, each one had the importance and difficulty comparable to the "Two Bombs, One Satellite" project.

If anyone fell behind in this battle of the era and could not complete the tasks deployed by Lin Mo on time, they would have no face to face the vast Chinese people.

Consequently, every high-level official gritted their teeth and made up their minds.

Even if it meant more hardship and fatigue, they would give their all to survive this crucial transition, reform, and critical period before China stepped into the era of space exploration!

Meanwhile, when this news spread to other parts of Blue Star, those Western countries that had originally been watching with a spectator's mentality, waiting to see the joke after the Eagle Sauce dissolved, were all left dumbfounded.

"Could it be that the Eagle Sauce really has God's blessing?"

"If there really was God's blessing, could the Eagle Sauce have lost the Third World War to China?"

"Isn't that just because China has more immortals!"

"What if God was just late? ..."

"You..."

For this reason, many countries specially dispatched high-level officials responsible for religious affairs, quickly formed inspection teams, and impatiently headed to the countries in North America to conduct field research, wanting to figure out how Christianity in the North America continent was operating and how it exerted such magical "brainwashing" power.

Half a month later, Saint-An City.

The sun shone scorching hot on the earth.

The Christian Cathedral looked extremely solemn and dignified under this intense sunlight.

It was another Sunday.

Pilgrims came in tides; a rough estimate suggested there were nearly ten thousand people.

However, the group of pilgrims originally composed of the middle class had disappeared from the cathedral.

Meanwhile, on the vast wilderness in the central part of Nuo State, such figures appeared.

They walked alone, tattered in clothing, haggard in appearance, carrying only a small amount of water and dry rations.

Every ten steps forward, they would devoutly kowtow once.

They called themselves ascetics, firmly believing that this most extreme way of pilgrimage could wash away their past sins.

They told outsiders that the destination of this journey was the Lord's Kingdom on Earth, an incomparably sacred holy land.

As long as they could endure the hardships to reach there, they would be able to listen to the Lord's holy oracle.

The Lord would not only forgive all their past sins but also grant them powerful divine power, elevating them to become saints.

The most devout among them could even receive the Lord's glory and become the Lord's angels!

"Shit!" A passing drifter looked at the backs of these people kneeling on the ground and couldn't help but curse out loud.

"If the body is sick, there's still a cure, but if the brain is broken, there's really no saving it! ..."

The drifter's eyes were full of pity and confusion.

Originally, seeing that down-and-out ascetic, he had considered robbing the pitifully small amount of possessions on him, but ultimately dismissed the idea.

It wasn't because of a sudden conscience, but because he was afraid of getting stained by this stupid idiocy and bringing bad luck upon himself!

Late at night, the wind on the wilderness whistled, kicking up bursts of sand and dust that hit Professor Disser's face.

Yet his eyes were full of fanaticism and determination.

With every kowtow, Professor Disser's forehead would collide with the hard ground, leaving a faint bloody mark.

But he seemed unable to feel the pain; in his heart, there was only a longing for the holy land and infinite piety toward the Lord.

The surrounding grass rustled in the wind, as if whispering the absurdity and tragedy of this scene.

"Cough, cough!" Professor Disser, with cracked cheeks, coughed twice and took a sip of water.

His previously blurred consciousness rallied again.

He looked around, thinking of the scene a month ago—sitting in his office, blowing air conditioning, drinking coffee, and submitting design plans to his boss.

Professor Disser smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Only until today!"

"Did I realize how much of a walking corpse I was in the past!"

"For that meager salary, I actually gave up my own soul!"

"They are all devils! They are devils! ..."

"Oh Lord!"

"I have sinned, I repent..."

In the wilderness, Professor Disser's voice carried far.

An accident occurred.

"Awoooo!!!"

Looking at the dozen or so dim, glowing eyes around him and the faint panting of beasts, Professor Disser knew in his heart: a wolf pack was attacking!

Facing a life-and-death crisis, Professor Disser was very calm.

He slowly took out a "Gift" pistol and aimed to the right.

Although it was pitch black in front, in Professor Disser's field of vision, there was a light screen constantly following and marking a location.

There, a pair of glowing eyes were present!

[Wolf King]

[Shoot]

"Bang!" Professor Disser did not hesitate.

A gunshot rang out.

"Awoooo, awoooo!!!" With a series of miserable howls, the Wolf King twitched a few times and died instantly.

The wolf pack scattered.

Having used an auto-aim hack, Professor Disser was, however, calm.

[Continue walking after eating]

He came to the Wolf King, used a folding knife to cut off two thick hind legs, started a fire, set up a rack, and began roasting.

An hour later, having eaten and drunk his fill, Professor Disser packed up the remaining wolf leg meat.

After a devout prayer, he continued his ascetic journey.

Sun rise. Sun set.

He didn't know how many days had passed.

Having gone through eighty-one tribulations, Professor Disser finally arrived at his destination—a wilderness in the eastern part of the North America continent.

At this moment, a short Asian man, wearing a long robe of red, gold, and white, stood under a large tree canopy, quietly waiting for Professor Disser to walk up to him.

"Welcome to the Holy Land, Professor Disser."

Nakamura Inao smiled and looked at the disheveled Professor Disser.

"I am your future guide."

"You can call me Teacher Nakamura in the future."

"You can also address me by my title..."

"Cardinal."