American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Outside the capital city, on the road leading to the northern mountains, groups of two or three people wearing identical white uniforms could often be seen.

Their faces held a mix of anticipation and apprehension, but their steps showed no hesitation.

Regardless of the rumors circulating in the underworld, for the common people, the Evil God Cult was a genuine easy mark, placing almost no restrictions on its followers.

As long as they declared their membership in the Evil God Cult and were willing to attend some gatherings and listen to orders, they could obtain tangible benefits.

Many people now considered participating in Evil God Cult activities as a way to make a living.

One could imagine the amount of capital Qi Shan had invested in this.

However, the related public opinion in the underworld was the opposite.

In the mouths of these shady characters, the Evil God Cult was an extremely sinister cult.

From the nuns to the man who called himself 'Man,' they all seemed to possess immortality and an extremely exaggerated ability to regenerate.

Moreover, the Evil God Cult's doctrine proclaimed that only by believing in the Evil God could one truly escape this war-torn reality, where death from unnatural causes was a constant risk.

Only when a person's soul entered the space where the Evil God resided after death could they enjoy eternal happiness and tranquility under the Evil God's protection.

And the current life experience was merely a tribulation experienced for a more magnificent goal.

Once this deal was publicized, it quickly gained resonance among a large number of grassroots people.

Although they might not immediately believe this claim, even if they were skeptical or simply came to attend the gathering for petty gains, Qi Shan didn't mind at all.

Among these people who were successively rushing to the venue, there were two small figures shrouded in white hoods, almost completely concealing their skin, also hidden in the crowd.

These two little fellows were much more cautious.

After walking for a while, they would deliberately change their position once, so the people in front, behind, left, and right of them would change almost every short period.

Even so, the slightly smaller one still vigilantly sized up the surroundings from time to time, fearing that someone would suddenly be malicious.

"Calm down? You're attracting too much attention!"

Rokuro's expression was calm, and he knew what his younger brother was doing without even turning his head.

To be precise, this situation had been going on for a long time.

After the last sewer incident and that accident, Kuro had become much more sensitive.

"Brother? I don't understand? We can clearly leave here, so why do we still have to follow the Evil God Cult's actions?"

"This is the Leader's order!"

"Don't mention the Leader to me again? You and I know very well what's going on? He used despicable means to coerce us into joining the Evil God Cult, which doesn't mean we will sincerely submit to him!" Kuro suddenly became a little agitated.

"Take it easy? You've been too impulsive lately.

The Leader hasn't placed any restrictions on us from beginning to end? It's just that we're already deeply involved and can't turn back!"

Rokuro's expression was calm, with a hint of complex and inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

Having depended on his younger brother since childhood, and being able to grow up in such a complex and chaotic environment, Rokuro's mental age had long surpassed that of ordinary people.

Although he was just a child, he considered problems much more carefully than most people.

He had also considered this question.

Qi Shan's performance was a bit strange.

He only required people to verbally join the Evil God Cult, and for the newly joined Evil God Cult followers, not only did he not impose any restrictions or requirements, but he also allowed them to move freely.

In addition, the finalized evangelism strategy made many greedy grassroots people flock to it.

Gathering so many believers in such a short period of time was indeed somewhat staggering, but upon closer inspection, this exaggerated number was probably just a castle in the air.

Once something really happened, it would collapse in an instant.

The faster the believers gathered, the faster they would flee.

Rokuro didn't understand why such a simple thing, which even he could see clearly, was insisted upon by the big shots.

Did he just want to squander the money he had scraped together?

Although he couldn't figure it out, his experiences from childhood to adulthood made Rokuro understand how important it was for individuals like them who were just muddling through life to rely on a powerful force.

Let's not talk about how far the Evil God Cult can go.

As long as it can exist for one day, then he and his younger brother can use the name of the Evil God Cult to bluff and deceive.

Even if it's a pile of sand that will scatter at the slightest touch, it's still quite intimidating before it truly collapses.

In fact, Kuro also knew this reason, but he was a little resentful.

In his opinion, the whole thing was because he casually took a three-colored dumpling, which led the other party to chase them directly into the sewers, and then even their only foothold was occupied by the other party.

That would be fine, but why was Dad also coerced into joining the other party?

The two sides were clearly mortal enemies before.

He was still young and didn't quite understand what it meant to be a wise man submits to circumstances.

He simply knew that the two sides were in an adversarial relationship, and the group he supported chose to compromise.

Rokuro paused slightly, reached out his right hand, and vigorously rubbed Kuro's hair.

He didn't say anything more, just patted him lightly twice, and continued walking up the hillside.

Although Kuro was a little unwilling, the facts had already proven that a meticulous person like his brother would not usually make decisive mistakes.

His choice must have his reasons!

In addition to Rokuro and Kuro, the guys who participated in the battle in the sewers that day and were lucky enough to survive all came to this empty hilltop in various ways.

As the crowd slowly gathered, large swaths of white uniforms gathered together.

Looking down from the sky, it was a huge circular phalanx, covering the entire hilltop.

As the agreed time gradually arrived, the flow of people gradually decreased.

Just as the noise was gradually being suppressed, suddenly a cannon sounded, and Qi Shan, with twelve Fumi, who were also dressed up and covering half of their faces, appeared in everyone's sight.

That was a specially prepared high platform, a full twenty or thirty meters high.

Qi Shan's appearance instantly aroused cheers from the believers.

Qi Shan nodded with a smile and gently pressed down with both hands.

The cheers slowly subsided, and then he smiled and said: "Dear devout believers, welcome to your arrival, let us immediately begin this Evil God Descent Ritual!"