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"Damn it! It's comfortable!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I finally waited for this moment! It's so cool, the explosion is the truth! Did you see it? The truth is within the range of the cannon!"

"Gentlemen, listen to the dragon chant!"

"One shot is not enough, haven't you eaten yet? A few more shots! Fry! Fry for me!"

"Damn it, is this still a sci-fi movie? It's an epic movie! This war scene kills 99.9% of the domestic war movies. Military fans said that the combination of 055 and Dongfeng Extremely comfortable!"

"Damn it, after waiting for more than an hour, I finally got this picture, the ticket is worth it!"

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In the projection hall, Li Shixin smiled faintly when he heard two soft beeps from the system.

Don't say you guys are cool, this old man is so cool!

This film was shot.

"Awesome!"

"Awesome!"

Following Li Shixin's rhythm, the cinema was full of shouts!

Looking at Li Shixin who instantly turned into the atmosphere group, Zhao Jinzhi was deeply speechless.

So, that's why I didn't like to stay on the first set.

Sure enough, no matter how old a man is, he is still a child.

While she watched silently, the plot of the eighth act continued.

For the plot of this scene, the great drive, the east wind, and the justice of the believers from the sky do not seem to be the main theme.

Because the name of this part is called "Original Sin"!

On the big screen, as the east wind washed the ground, all the believers were stunned.

Looking at the purgatory-like explosion scene, everyone was physically calmed down.

The leader of the spaceship sect gave them fanaticism, but the scene of the missile landing just now made them rush to another emotion-fear!

Everyone stood there dumbfounded, and many of them even kept raising stones and fists.

But at this time, facing the huge deep pit in front of the planetary engine and the countless casualties around it, everyone seemed to be petrified!

The doors of the cars in the material convoy opened, and the delivery personnel rushed to the counselor who had already fallen on the ground like crazy, and helped him up.

As he was dying, the counselor looked at his broken right hand.

The interpreter and others understood what he meant, supported him up, and helped him raise the hand that was still holding on to his work permit.

On the work permit, the blood-soaked red flag became more vivid.

The convoy moved slowly.

This time its path was unstoppable.

This was a collision of beliefs, and the result of the collision was that those who had besieged the planetary engine for three full days gave way in front of that little red flag.

In front of the red flag that is only as big as a palm, the faith of the congregation seems so fragile!

In the crowd, Mrs. Morrison, whose face was covered in blood, was crying, with her eldest son covered in blood in her arms.

"We need the bishop's guidance! We need God's guidance to kill these demon minions!"

It wasn't until the convoy had gone away and entered the opened dungeon gate under the watchful eyes of all the congregants that she let out a mournful howl among the crowd.

As if inspired, people threw down stones and gathered towards the church center of the city with a heart awed by the "demon".

But when they came to the spaceship-shaped "temple" of the church, the "bishop" of the city, the former head of state of the country, was hurriedly walking towards a helicopter parked on the Temple Square. .

He seemed to be in quite a hurry, rushing to the short distance from the temple to the square, and was sprinting forward.

"Master Bishop!"

But the believers who had just encountered a setback still found him.

Countless believers who suffered double injuries in heart and body broke through the gate and flocked to the square with fanaticism and expectation.

"Master Bishop, please grant us the glory of the Lord! Let us be guided by the Lord! Give us the power to defeat the devil!"

Countless believers shouted wildly.

"Go away! I don't have time, I don't have time! Go away!"

Surrounded by believers who came out of nowhere, the bishop was furious at the sight of the helicopter that had turned on the propellers but was firmly grasped by the excited believers.

"Go back! Go back! God will guide you at night, as long as you pray sincerely! I have very important things, I must leave now!"

He roared loudly, but what the fanatical believers were praying for at this time was not just such simple comfort.

What they need is a manifestation of the god of technology to help them defeat the demons that can concoct purgatory.

What they need is the encouragement of the bishop, so that they can regain enough courage and faith.

What they need is the promise over and over again, to tell them that everything they do today is the most devout sacrifice to the god of the spaceship, and all of them will be qualified to lead to the pure land because of today's "pay" !

But it's a pity.

Under the bishop's urgency, they got nothing—except for a pistol that suddenly protruded from the bishop's arms.

Snapped!

A gunshot stunned all the believers.

Pushing away Mrs. Morrison, who had been pierced through the chest by a bullet, and threw Mrs. Morrison tightly clutching his robe, the bishop let out a roar.

He didn't notice that the fallen Mrs. Morrison also tore off his robe.

"You idiots, haven't I made it clear enough? I don't have time! I have to go now!"

"What...is he wearing?"

No one paid attention to Mrs. Morrison who was hit by the bullet, all eyes were on the bishop's space suit hidden under the cloak.

"Damn it, hell!"

Noticing that everyone was looking at him, staring at the special space suit of the eco-ball spaceship with shocked and surprised eyes, the bishop became panicked.

At this moment, he felt like a girl whose clothes were stripped and exposed in front of everyone!

In a panic, he pushed away the blocking crowd in front of him, and ran towards the helicopter with all his might.

"Stop him!"

In the crowd, there was a loud shout.

Surprised believers rushed up again, and in the crowd, the helicopter that had already started was surrounded by completely panicked people and fell down!

The fast-rotating propeller kicked up a pile of minced meat, and after it spun around like a fly in the crowd for a few times, it slammed into the wall of the church square.

Looking at the explosion of flames and the time on the watch, the bishop froze in place.

Then, his whole face contorted.

The bullets in the pistol poured out in a few seconds!

"You idiots! Idiots!"

As the few people in front of him collapsed to the ground, he let out a beast-like roar.

"It's over! This time it's all over! I can't board the spaceship, it's all your idiots, idiots!!!"

In the astonishment of everyone, he waved the pistol with no bullets hysterically, pointed at the orange sun in the sky and cursed loudly;

"Where is there any God? If there is, you should ask him to talk about what human beings have done wrong to make him punish the galaxy we live in?!"

"Go to hell! There is no such thing as a pure land! You poor ghosts who can't even afford a living in a yabaso! You bedbugs living in slums! Why should you think that you can live alone just by praying? Able to board every spaceship costing 3 trillion dollars!"

"It's not enough, it's not enough at all! So from the very beginning, it's doomed that you don't have a place in it! Only people like me, only people like me are eligible! But now, it's been ruined by you idiots! I don't have enough time!!!"

"They're not going to wait for me, hell. They're dying to have more space, they're dying to have someone running late so they can have a spare ecoball, they can maybe raise a kid, maybe carry an extra entourage, hell ! It's all your fault, you idiots who can't even manage a planetary engine!!!"

Following his hysterical scolding, the crowd completely fell into silence.

In the crowd, a man who was injured by the propeller of the plane and his face was dripping with blood walked out of the crowd.

"So, what about the fruits of our labor? What about the fruits of our eight years of hard work? Didn't we say that we have secretly built enough spaceships for 17,000 people to escape, allowing us managers to leave the solar system together?"

"Charles, do you still believe in such nonsense?"

Looking at the man wearing the cloak of the church, who seemed to be a middle-level missionary of the church, the bishop threw the pistol on the ground dejectedly.

He tore off the stuffy spacesuit and sat down on the ground.

"An ecosphere spaceship that can carry 220 people will take up the resources of building a large city! How many such spaceships do you think we can build in eight years?"

Just as he slumped to tear off the one-piece space suit, there was a huge roar in the distance—that was definitely not the direction of the planetary engine.

Then, everyone witnessed the most impressive scene in their life;

Under the load of three carrier rockets, a huge spaceship slowly rises on the edge of the city.

After leaving a series of brilliant trails in the sky, it drew a beautiful arc and flew towards the atmosphere.

"Look, that's all your achievements in the past eight years. This area, all your achievements. It is the pure land."

Looking at the spaceship going away, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the bishop's face.

In his smile, the fanaticism in the eyes of those believers disappeared.

But anger burns even more!

Some people silently picked up the rocks on the ground and the helicopter parts scattered on the ground.

Indifferent faces and angry eyes turned towards the bishop.

At this moment, faith completely collapsed.

A few minutes later, there was an extra tomb made of stones and parts in the center of the square.

The gurgling blood slowly flowed out along the cracks in the tomb

And beside the tomb, a fat figure was still lying there on his back.

That was Mrs. Morrison.

She gently clutched her chest, staring at the grave with eyes that had gradually turned gray.

"The Lord exists. It's just...it never punishes...any original sin except stupidity. Original sin."

Beside the countless footsteps slumped away, she muttered something, and then fell completely silent.