Global Cataclysm: Start building a floating island

"Don't count on the temple elders. That group of people couldn't withstand the temptation of profit and surrendered to the new temple master."

Samson looked at everyone and spoke in a very calm tone, as if he was talking about something ordinary.

However, as soon as he said this, a lot of yelling and cursing immediately broke out in the hall.

Most people hope to make Samson the leader of the temple, and the atmosphere is better than he imagined.

So he struck while the iron was hot and began to express his opinions:

“Everyone is very clear about the current situation in the temple!

We are in the midst of an unprecedented disaster. Our home planet has been occupied by the Zerg, and we can only stay inside this small temple.

But now, this temple is about to fall into the wrong hands. How can we sit back and watch?

Although I hate to say this, the facts have proven that the temple elders and the new temple master are just working together.

We must gather all our strength to drive these people out of the temple and liberate this city with our hands!"

Hearing this, Lin Ye was a little shocked.

It's not because Samson announced his intention to seek power and usurp the throne.

It's because the residents of Area A actually know about the situation outside and know that the Al Star has been occupied by the Zerg.

Just when Lin Ye was surprised, the crowd began to cheer and shout, saying that they wanted to completely expel the temple elders and the master of the temple.

At the same time, a holographic projection of the system suddenly spread out in his sight:

[Faith value reduction: -5]

[Faith value reduction: -10]

[Faith value reduced: -3]

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He looked at the prompts that popped up on the projection, his expression a little solemn.

Before, like the civilians in Area C, no matter how much they complained about the Lord of the Temple, they still had faith in their hearts.

For them, the Lord of the Temple is just a collection of rights and beliefs, and has no direct relationship with the El god they worship in their hearts. At most, it is the agent of the gods in the real world.

The situation is different now. The residents of Area A have completely given up these "useless" beliefs and want to follow Samson and establish a new dynasty.

This is really a headache!

However, despite the commotion, some people are still cautious:

"Can we match the power of the Lord of the Temple? He seems to be quite powerful!"

Although these people live in the central area of ​​the city, they still see clearly the integration of the floating island and the temple. This power that can control all things is really too terrifying.

"He's so awesome! Maybe it's an ability inherited from the ancestral temple!"

Someone responded loudly, and then continued to shout arrogantly: "Before, he led an army of more than 5,000 people to El Star to rescue the chief elder. In the end, only more than 100 people came back alive. How awesome is that?

?Then it’s fine if I go up to you!”

Emotions are contagious. As soon as these words came out, many people raised their arms and cheered.

It was as if they could really outdo Lin Ye.

But as soon as the fire was ignited, someone poured cold water on it:

"He has tens of thousands of temple guards under his command, but we only have a few soldiers guarding the wall. There is a huge gap in strength!"

At this time, a man in a gray dress walked out of the crowd. He shook his wine bottle, with a smile on his angular face:

"Even if he becomes the new Lord of the Temple, this does not mean that everyone must surrender to him!"

Standing far away, Lin Ye could only see the man's back, but the deep voice sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

However, in comparison, Samson's expression was rather wonderful.

"Hey, distinguished guest, I didn't expect you to come after all!"

After that, he put his arm around the man's shoulders and introduced him to everyone in the hall:

"This is the captain of the Temple Guard. At such a young age, he can command an army of 10,000 people. He has a promising future!"

"President Samson has given you too much praise. This time I am just here as a representative to control the situation. However, you should know what the real purpose of my coming here is, right?"

Samson smiled slightly: "Of course, please tell that person that the position of commander of the Temple Guards will naturally be given to someone with both ability and political integrity!"

Now that the military's strength is in place, the next step is to consider how to win people's hearts.

Although Area A is under his rule, most people will follow him.

But there are always some people who don’t know what is good and what is evil!

With a smile, Samson glanced at the people who had poured cold water on them just now, but his heart gradually became murderous.

At this time, a waiter standing next to him shook while pouring the wine, and the black wine spilled on his hand.

In a panic, the waiter took back the wine bottle and wanted to leave in a hurry.

But Samson stopped him:

"What are you shaking at? Do you think there's something wrong with what I'm doing?"

The situation suddenly changed, and Lin Ye immediately stood up straight and looked over.

That waiter turned out to be Hope.

Although Hope can play some tricks, he has never seen such a scene. At this moment, his legs are shaking with fear. Faced with the questions of the person in front of him, he hesitates and cannot answer.

Samson didn't have that much patience. He suddenly pulled out the light blade from his waist and chopped off the waiter's hands.

Rose-purple blood splashed all over him, and the banquet hall was immediately filled with wails.

The women standing at the back didn't react at all, but stepped forward to change his clothes.

Several elderly housekeepers nearby also rushed over immediately, wrapped the waiter's broken arm with a handkerchief, and quickly dragged the person away. The servants who followed closely cleaned the ground carefully.

Everyone was shocked, and neither the radicals who supported Samson nor the cautious conservatives who wanted stability did not dare to speak out.

A ball of fire surged up in Lin Ye's heart, and he was about to walk up, but at this moment, someone among the silent guests stood up.

"Samson, if you want to go to war with the Lord of the Temple, have you thought about the consequences?

How many people need to be sacrificed in order to get the throne you want?"

This man spoke with a strong voice, and judging from his attire, he must be the manager of a certain business firm.

"I thought it was who it was, but it turned out to be you, Mr. Roy!" Samson waved his light blade and walked up to the person who spoke.

"I invited you here because I want to give you a chance. If you seize this opportunity, then our previous conflicts can be wiped out. But you are still so stubborn!"

After saying this, he sneered, and then looked at the young man beside Roy.

The next second, the light blade drew a perfect arc.

The twin brother standing next to Roy fell to the ground with a plop, and warm blood splashed on the faces of those around him.

"Samson!" Roy roared angrily.

The onlookers didn't dare to say anything, but some well-intentioned people pulled his arm desperately, trying to persuade him not to rush in again.

Samson looked at the poor guy arrogantly, and at the same time, he half-raised the wine bottle and asked the waiter to pour the wine.

However, the waiters standing in the banquet hall did not dare to step forward, and even took a few steps back.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while. His eyes flashed fiercely, and he was about to get angry at the service staff around him.

At this time, crisp footsteps came from the banquet hall.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Lin Ye walked over holding the tray.