514: Chapter 513 China is using a false paradise to lure souls into depravity!

Smith walked down the steps. Step by step. He arrived before the saints. He stared directly into the eyes of Professor Disser. His gaze seemed capable of piercing through the soul.

"Professor Disser." Smith's voice was not loud, yet it stirred layers of echoes throughout the vast cathedral. "Tell me, is the 'Holy Power' within your eyes real, or is it fake?"

Professor Disser was taken aback. He answered subconsciously, "Your Holiness, it is of course real."

"Thunderbolt." Smith turned to the second saint. "Is the lightning at your fingertips real, or is it fake?"

The two-meter-tall burly man, Thunderbolt, answered in a muffled voice, "It is real, Your Holiness."

"Illusion Lady." Smith's gaze finally fell upon the seventeenth saint. "Is that allure of yours, capable of twisting the human heart, real, or is it fake?"

Illusion Lady lowered her head. She replied softly, "It is real."

"Correct!" Smith suddenly raised his voice, spreading his arms wide. "The power the Lord has bestowed upon us is real!"

"It is true divine power, stemming from the soul and born of faith!"

"And those things displayed by the Huaxia devils."

"What are they?" Smith pointed at the large screen, a look of disdain appearing on his face. "They are steel!"

"They are chips!"

"They are cold, unfeeling machines!"

Smith's voice was filled with a bewitching power, cementing the crumbling faith of the believers once more.

"They use these material shackles to bind people's bodies!"

"And then they use a digital cage called 'Nanke Dreamscape' to imprison people's spirits!"

"What they have created is not heaven!"

"It is a meticulously disguised hell from which there is no salvation!"

"They induce the world to indulge in material pleasures and virtual illusions!"

"They make them completely forget their piety to the Lord!"

"Forgetting the salvation of the soul!"

"This is the devils' most vicious conspiracy!"

These words were like an oracle, shattering the final remnants of confusion in the hearts of the believers.

The flames of fanaticism gradually rekindled in the eyes of those who had originally wavered.

Yes! His Holiness was right! Those things are all material, all fake! Only the power bestowed by the Lord is eternal!

"The Huaxia devils!"

"Are using a fake 'heaven' to lure the souls of the whole world into corruption!"

"And we..." Smith's voice was filled with incitement.

"We, the saints chosen by the Lord!"

"Our mission is more sacred and more urgent than ever before!"

"We are not going to assassinate a mere mortal!"

"We are going to destroy a hell!"

"We are going to completely rescue those innocent souls blinded by the devils from the cages of matter and the illusions of falsehood!"

"We will let the Lord's glory shine upon that land completely shrouded in darkness!"

Nakamura Inao was the first to spring up. He fell heavily to his knees, raising his hands high in a state bordering on madness, and roared, "Hallelujah!"

As if this were a signal, all the believers, including the eighteen saints, knelt down in a dark mass.

The fanatical cries resonated throughout the holy land.

"Hallelujah!!"

"..."

Smith stood on high, his face full of compassion, quietly watching the tsunami-like fanaticism before him.

However, deep within his lowered eyelids, there was not a shred of holiness, only a dead, cold silence.

A bunch of fools. But these were exactly the fools he needed.

After the fanatical believers were pacified and dispersed, Smith returned to his quarters alone.

He immediately contacted the entity he both hated and feared, yet had to rely on—Sophon.

The long-absent light screen appeared before him.