Chapter 888 Orion, the Prophet of Guns

In the Golan Highlands, outside White Wolf City, a group of devout believers once again covered the surrounding land with various tents and caravans. They were so densely packed that at a glance, there were probably tens of thousands of them.

These people, from all over the world, are extremely devout believers.

Since the construction of the "Scarlet Canal" began, the rain that once seemed like a reminder finally stopped, and the land disappeared again, making believers convinced of the miracles of the prophet.

Jessefa held the GPS device and walked step by step among the believers, walking back and forth across the lost land. The GPS device in his hand was beating like crazy as if on drugs. Every step he took, The data read out are completely different.

The data measured with the laser rangefinder also keeps jumping around.

It seems that the laws of time and space have been distorted here and cannot be measured by normal laws.

This made Jessapah feel a little shaken... Could Orion really be a prophet?

No, no, there are many places on the earth where there are various magical phenomena, such as gravity anomalies and electromagnetic chaos. This cannot be said to be a miracle. It may be because an earthquake occurred here, which then triggered geomagnetic anomalies...

Although Jessefa himself was hesitant, he still convinced himself not to believe it easily. There are always more illusions than truth in this world!

He returned to his trailer, took a sip of water, sat down and rested for a while, and then heard the roar of the car.

On several cars, there were several big food cultists sitting on them. They rushed over shouting: "Pagans! Suffer death!"

"You are the incarnation of Satan, go to hell!"

The believers nearby were so frightened that they hurriedly ran away, and then looked at the Daishi believers who had launched a suicidal charge as if they were fools.

Due to doctrinal reasons, not all Big Eaters can accept the emergence of the new prophet. Many Big Eaters believe that Orion is the incarnation of Satan. In the past two days, many extremists have wanted to destroy Satan.

Of course...their consequences...

Just look at the expressions of these believers.

A tank appeared out of thin air. Orion held an unlit cigar in his mouth and held a heavy machine gun. He stood on the roof of the tank and aimed at the car rushing ahead.

The next second.

"Da da da da da..." The manic bullets flew out, turning the car into a sieve.

The opponent's bullet also flew over and hit him, but it only broke the camouflage uniform on his body, revealing his strong bronze muscles.

But those on the other side who dared to show their heads were immediately taken away by a hail of bullets.

After emptying the bullet, Orion threw away the gun in his hand, turned around, took a shoulder-mounted rocket, and pointed it at another car behind him.

"Boom!" With a sound, the car behind was also blown into the sky.

In the midst of the flames and smoke, Orion stood on the roof of the car like a god, holding the rocket launcher in his hand, and the loud sound resounded throughout the Golan Heights.

"I am Orion, and I protect the devout believers and the warriors who fight for me."

"I repay piety with kindness, violence with guns, and hatred with blood!"

"I am the prophet of warriors, the prophet of war!"

"I am Orion, the guardian of the White Wolf City, the protector of gunmen!"

Upon hearing Orion's announcement, Jessefa hurriedly took out a pen and wrote down quickly.

"On March 25, Orion, the prophet of guns, killed 11 people and issued a motto..."

Looking through his notebook, he has recorded Orion's declaration more than ten times, and each time it is similar.

And because of his declaration and his personality of attacking the enemy immediately and speaking only after he has done so, one name spread like wildfire.

Orion, the "Gun Prophet" who speaks for gun owners.

Jessefah has been here almost all the time lately, recording what she sees and hears every day.

He has seen countless soldiers from multiple forces kneeling among the devout believers and praying to Orion. He has also seen some soldiers and mercenaries directly carrying guns. After Orion appeared, he knelt down and prayed to Orion. At his feet, I kissed his feet, asked for refuge, received his favor, and then entered the steel gate.

After the announcement, Orion threw the unlit cigar behind him. Several soldiers hurriedly reached out to grab it, and then put it into their arms as if they had grabbed a treasure.

"Your Majesty, you don't smoke every time, why do you have to hold one in your mouth?" Sampras asked next to him.

"Don't you think this looks cool?"

"But these cigars are also very expensive... There are more and more people in our White Wolf City, and it has not been open for a long time..." Sampras felt distressed, "Can you change to a cigarette next time... Otherwise Reuse it?”

The village behind Orion was not far away, and in his heart there were a hundred grass-mud horses running wildly:...

Why am I so poor no matter where I go?

He now discovered that being a prophet is not easy.

Since the last time they conquered the three hammermen, White Wolf City has stopped making money.

However, recently there have been many mercenaries who have come to defect, and even defected soldiers have joined in. This is considered the early stage of the development of the trumpet, and Zhuang Buyuan certainly cannot do without it!

But because of his appearance, there was a temporary ceasefire at the junction of the three states recently.

No beatings, no wars, and no pennies!

There is no way to get everything done and you can collect money everywhere. What's the use of just having a trumpet!

If Sampras hadn't stopped him, Zhuang Buyuan would have almost wanted to tax his followers.

"Damn it, if I don't make any money, I'll lead some people to rob!" Zhuang Buyuan thought viciously, waving his hand back, "Let's go back to the city!"

Behind Zhuang Buyuan, a metal gate loomed. At this moment, several more cars drove up from the distance.

Two security vehicles, and a rather luxurious car in the middle.

Someone is coming again?

Zhuang Buyuan stretched out his hand, took another gun, and pointed it in the direction of the car.

"Master Prophet, Master Prophet, please wait! We don't mean any harm!"

In the car in the middle, three men got out, a white-haired old man in a suit, a middle-aged man in camouflage uniform, and a young man.

Among the three people, only that young man was known to Zhuang Buyuan. He wasn't Bo Hei from the Flower of Industry.

He ran so fast last time and didn't get his kindness. Why did he come again this time?

"Master Prophet..." The three people approached Zhuang Buyuan, looked around, and said, "Can you take a step to speak?"

"Just say it here." Zhuang Buyuan raised his chin.

"Um...yes..." The old man in front showed a sincere smile: "Sir Prophet, since you are the prophet of the gun holders, you can also be regarded as the prophet of us gun makers... We are here today hoping to get your Bless and bless you..."

Zhuang Buyuan's face darkened, and he turned around to leave.

"I mean, we have a business, a big business!"

Zhuang Buyuan immediately turned his head, with a smile as bright as a flower.

You should have told me earlier!

Although I am the prophet of gun owners, if I have money, I can also bless the gun makers!

Chapter 888, scatter flowers!

Speaking of which, yesterday I was tipped again by children's shoes without a nickname... Because I was in poor condition, I didn't update it. I'll try my best to see if I can update it today.