The line of rocket launchers fired their deadly shells toward the incoming crowd. The hunks of tal left trails of smoke in the air as they arced.
Boom Boom Boom
Old-modeled tanks shot out brand-new shells.
Chunks of grass were flung into the air, the earth humd under the barrage of steel and the deafening din of exploding firearms roared into everyone’s ears. The only voices any could hear were those of the instrunts of war.
It was a textbook example of saturated bombardnt, in many ways reminiscent of the WWII battlefield. Given the developnts in modern logistics and tactics, it would hardly ever have been used on contemporary battlefields, but now it had reared its head once more in Somalia.
President Abdullahi felt his heart stir and he cheered and applauded. The accuracy of the saturation shell was not high, but it did not matter. With 100,000 people around 10,000 ters away, it would definitely not miss its mark. As for who to blow up, they didn’t even need to consider them.
In this plain, facing the saturated shelling, the 100,000 people also gathered up and thought about the terrible massacre in Auschwitz!
“Crazy crazy, President Abdullahi of Somalia is crazy!”
“God, what are they doing! They are blasphers!”
“This is a slaughter, an obvious slaughter!”
“Everyone in Somalia should go to hell.”
“……”
Reporters who were on the scene broadcasted the desperate scene live of the artillery barrage.
Christ descended onto the world and was leading his disciples to Canaan. How could this montous event not receive worldwide attention? The dia from all countries sent people to Somalia for round-the-clock broadcasting to record the modern miracle.
There were journalists who followed the disciples on foot, and there were caran in cars with caras following a short distance away from the procession. There were even helicopters in the sky filming the long line of people.
The people in the air fild the organized procession. Just this scene alone was not sothing modern films could replicate, especially when the 100,000 people were all devout believers. The solemn and holy atmosphere would make anyone feel as if they were in the kingdom of heaven.
Therefore, everyone around the world also witnessed the mont the Somali army fired shells toward the procession.
They might have been distanced from the army by about 10 kiloters, but it only took modern weapons a few seconds to traverse that kind of distance.
How could they not feel fear when they saw the iron harbingers of death descend? What kind of scene would play out when the shells landed in the thick of the crowd? It was too horrible to consider.
The first barrage had reached its zenith and begun its true descent. Accompanying them was a high-pitched whistle and cries of consternation from the crowd.
The disciples fell into panic and the huge queue fell into chaos, but soon, their confusion dissolved. Looking up towards the sky, each person faced the growing black dots with a zealous resolve.
They were already true believers on pilgrimage with ‘Christ’. Even in the world of San Soliel, they were comparable to the most devout believers, therefore they were not too afraid of death. After all, fewer circumstances would be so guaranteed for them to go to heaven.
“Sigh…”
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Suddenly, Christ, who had been walking in front without saying a word sighed softly. He faced the approaching shells and spoke in a voice that was full of rcy, “You who have lost your heart to the devil…”
Then the Savior recited the Book of Ecclesiastes.
“To every thing there is a season, and a ti to every purpose under heaven.”
“A ti to be born, a ti to die, a ti to plant, and a ti to pluck up that which is planted.”
“A ti to kill, and a ti to heal, a ti to break down, and a ti to build up.”
“A ti to weep, and a ti to laugh, a ti to mourn, and a ti to dance.”
“……”
The voice was holy and loud. In front of the preaching, ti seed to have stopped.
No, it didn’t just seem to stop, but it truly stopped.
The people were in disbelief. Under their dumbfounded gazes, a magnificent cross stood in the middle of the plain that was tens of thousands of ters high. It towered above all else to the extent that no one could make out the end of it.
The cross shone with soft light, not blinding, but enough to make people feel as if their bodies and mind were being cleansed. The will of justice, order, rcy, gentleness, salvation, etc. all seed to emanate from it. The air stopped flowing, the swaying grass beca still, and the animals on the plains also froze.
This was a painting painted by God using the world as the canvas!
Legendary spell [Advanced Ti Stop]
The nine-ringed spell [Ti Stop] was actually a spell that sped up one’s own ti, allowing a person to finish any action in less than a second. To others, it would appear to be fast, but it wasn’t truly stopping ti.
On the other hand, the legendary spell [Advanced Ti Stop] acted on the enemy as well as the self, thus extending the length of the ti stop, but this still wasn’t stopping ti.
Because ti was a domain that even the gods had difficulty reaching, only a few gods had studied it. The one who probably had the deepest understanding of this divine authority would be the Goddess of Magic, who once owned a part of the divine authority.
The one who had truly comprehended the aning of ti now was Louie.
As a result, this spell constructed with his divine power was a true spell of god, which could affect all matter. Even he would be affected by it.
It was no longer a spell that affects the human mind, but a divine miracle that truly kept ti from flowing!
“Ti has stopped!”
“How is this possible?”
“O God, is this your greatness!”
“Praise the Lord, who created all things.”
“Praise the Lord, hallelujah!”
“O Lord, we small mortals have finally witnessed your miracles!”
“I will follow after you to heaven.”
“Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy na. Thy Kingdom co, Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”
“……”
Countless believers cried out at the miracle that they witnessed. They wept, kneeled with joy, praised the Lord, and fervently prayed.
The journalists, photographers, ordinary people in front of computers and TVs, and even top governnt officials who saw the scene were left in shock as if they had lost the ability to think.
Not long ago, the Torch Dragon had opened its eyes to bring forth the day, and now in a territory of the African continent, the Lord Christ had made ti stand still. This was a scene that only people could only see and read in fantasy literature, but now it happened in reality.
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