All Heavens: Starting from Becoming a God

"Baker, stop being so secretive." It was Baron Oston who spoke.

As the nominal leader of this group of heretics, the old man still has some respect for him.

He didn't say much.

He quickly repeated what he had just heard to everyone, like pouring beans through a bamboo tube.

After listening to this, the old man looked just as I expected. He said to his group of companions with strong limbs and simple minds:

"Police? It's really funny. It seems that Mr. Chris is nothing more than that. Let's kill him again after everyone has arrived!"

Baifa was a little puzzled after hearing this. He looked at the old man and said, "Do you have to wait a while? I have already seen many church knights. It is better to kill him as soon as possible and then leave directly."

"No, I want this group of mortals to witness the death of their savior when they are most excited! What a panic and despair it will be!"

Even though the old man kept communicating with everyone in a suppressed voice, they could still hear each other's excitement.

The old man has always been the backbone of everyone. Now that the other party said this, everyone thought about it briefly and had no objection.

After all, these people are more or less antisocial.

"Okay, I'm going to keep an eye on those knights first." Baifa turned and left.

As an assassin who is proficient in stealth, he is responsible for guarding every mission.

It's a pity that Baifa obviously failed in his duty this time, because he didn't find anyone listening to their conversation completely.

This person is naturally Wang Yu.

Because his consciousness has already covered the entire Trafalgar Square, those people with special powers surging in their bodies are as conspicuous as drops of ink on a white paper.

Whether it is the church, the royal family or heretics, their every move is under the surveillance of Old Demon Zhenyu.

"We've almost arrived, and Joshua seems to be doing okay."

Bishop Joshua, who was thought of by Wang Yu at the moment, was maintaining his loving face and distributing free food to the people in the square.

"I can actually receive Holy Communion today." Claude and his companions looked at this scene in surprise.

The priests and nuns of the church, dressed in black and white clerical uniforms, handed a small piece of unleavened bread and a small glass of wine to the common people passing by.

Although the portion given to each person was very small, everyone was still very satisfied.

Many people are even proud to receive the Holy Communion. According to their teachings, this is a blessing from the called Lord and they feel the Lord's presence with them.

and used this as an excuse to try to take an extra portion from the nun's hand.

Claude highly suspected that these people were just looking for an excuse to get an extra piece of food.

He had little interest in so-called unleavened bread, which were simply made from flour and water and were tasteless.

He was more interested in the small glass of wine.

"Tsk, it's not bad." Claude took a sip and then smacked his mouth with unsatisfied taste.

His companion unceremoniously snatched the unleavened bread from his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, and said in his unclear accent: "Claude, look at the person coming to the podium, it's Mr. Chris." !”

Wang Yu, who was on the podium, cleared his throat.

He picked up the paper tube on the table and shouted to everyone: "Everyone, I am honored to be here with you today. Please allow me to introduce myself to you. My name is Chris Hall."

Everyone looked up at the man on the high platform.

The blue police uniform looked a bit out of place in everyone's sight, but many people believed that the previously rumored identity of the police officer was actually true.

The whispers continued for a while.

The priests mixed in with the crowd tried their best to maintain order among them.

Wang Yu waited for the voice to gradually fade away, and then he continued to say to the group of people under the stage: "Yes, I am a policeman, but I believe that the police can also treat diseases and save people. After all, those barbers were also It’s done this way.”

Many people laughed out loud.

Because in the Middle Ages, many barbers worked part-time as surgeons.

“Today we are called together not to make a joke, but mainly to let everyone understand how to fundamentally prevent and control cholera in a scientific way!”

Wang Yu now transformed into a lecturer, imparting knowledge to the students in the audience.

"First of all, everyone now knows that cholera is mainly spread by water or other raw foods, and I can now say clearly that high temperatures can kill cholera."

Baron Oston looked at Wang Yu on the high platform with a blank expression. The progress of the matter seemed to be a little different from what he imagined.

Why is there such explosive content right from the beginning?

Is what he said true or false?

Aldrich turned to the distracted old man and asked, "Is what he said true? Cholera can be prevented by boiling or filtering the water and only eating cooked food?"

"How do I know?" The old man looked confused.

"Did he really solve all this through science? Impossible." Someone scratched his head.

This group of heretics looked at each other, obviously this touched their knowledge blind spot.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Baifa quickly reacted and shouted in a low voice to everyone: "We can't let him continue talking, we have to take action!"

After hearing this, Baron Oston came to his senses and hurriedly said: "Do it!"

Although this group of extraordinary beings who are different from ordinary people are not very smart, their strength is still very top-notch in this era.

Some of them jumped out from the crowd.

Some directly summoned a bolt of lightning or a fireball to hit the high platform, and some even directly took out an old-fashioned flintlock gun and aimed it at Wang Yu.

"So as long as we take precautions, cholera is..."

Wang Yu's voice suddenly paused due to the huge changes around him, and his face showed a look of horror, and then his whole person was submerged in lightning and fireballs.

The explosion was deafening, fire and smoke rose into the sky, and a pungent smell filled the air.

The square suddenly became chaotic.

People ran away in panic due to unknown fear, and there was a loud cry.

"Mother!"

"Help! Where is the police? Call the police!"

This group of heretics thought that since they were exposed, they would take the opportunity to cause more trouble, and they unscrupulously attacked the unarmed civilians around them.

Aldrich, who was attached to the blood-red mist, was very excited. He easily knocked the civilians who blocked his way into bloody pieces.

The stumps flew everywhere, red and white splattered all over the ground.

"Don't!"

"forgive me!"

Someone looked at Aldrich in horror. He wanted to escape from here, but he stood there dumbly, so Aldrich gave him a ferocious smile in return.

Then he tore him in half.

Those extraordinary beings who focused on the energy-shaping system were launching fireballs all around wantonly.

"Wail! Mortals!"

"Immerse yourself in the abyss of death from pain!"

Amidst the continuous explosions, mixed with the roar of earth, wood, sand and gravel fragments breaking through the air, the earth seemed to be shaking under the extraordinary abilities of this group of people.

The blazing flames were scurrying around, and the tongues of flames touching the ground were licking all the combustible materials around them.

People huddled together in a panic like headless flies. Some people were pushed to the ground one after another, followed by desperate cries!

"help me!"

"Don't!"

"Someone come!! Save my child!"

At this moment, the heretics were already furious, and they completely ignored the church knights who had already reacted.

Baifa looked at this group of brainless teammates and hated the iron.

As one of the most sober people in this group of people, he knows that practicing extraordinary power will distort their original character, and when they use their extraordinary abilities, they will temporarily lose themselves.

He yelled at his companions around him, trying to wake them up: "Stop messing around, we don't have much time, we have to run out before the army surrounds this place!"

"Beck, mind your own business."

However, the only response to the white-haired man was the glare from his companion.

Baifa, who was choked, had no time to argue with them. He threw himself directly into the pile of rubble in the center of the square.

He wanted to confirm whether the man named Chris was really dead.