Ti waits for no one. Zhou Qingfeng imdiately selected a few trembling captives as guides and led thirty to forty ard personnel onto a modified pickup truck, heading straight for the nearest Bantu Town.
A long-winged, long-endurance drone hovered silently above the convoy, providing comprehensive aerial surveillance like a silent hunting falcon.
Knowing they were going to "snatch won," the accelerator of the modified pickup was slamd to the floor, the body speeding across the wilderness like a beast unchained, with everyone inside in high spirits.
In less than half an hour, this group of ard militants, like a pack of hungry wolves, fiercely charged towards Bantu Town, twenty kiloters away.
At this mont, the remaining survivors in Bantu Town were gathered inside the sowhat dilapidated church at the center of town.
An excited priest was leading about twenty young won in low prayers to a weathered Jesus statue, trying to boost morale.
On the altar at the center of the church lay a radio, maintaining a communication channel with the convoy heading to Avoni Town.
An hour ago, the news they received was all well, and the convoy had smoothly approached Avoni Town, about to storm into the yellow-skinned monkeys’ lair.
But in an instant, the calm radio waves suddenly erupted with piercing static, followed by chilling cries for help, wails of despair, heart-wrenching screams, and dull explosions.
These sounds intertwined like terrifying demonic voices from the depths of hell, shattering the last bits of hope within the church, replacing it with endless fear and despair.
For four or five minutes, the voices over the radio continued, then fell silent, with no response no matter how much they called.
The previously solemn prayer sounded abruptly ceased, the candle flas before the Jesus statue still flickering, but everyone’s mind was blank as if their thoughts had been vacuud away.
The priest conducting the prayers seed nailed in place, eyes glazed, the once devout expression now filled with bewildernt.
The won praying along resembled startled sparrows, lifting their heads in panic, glancing around anxiously, and the low sobs seed particularly clear in the silence.
"Our brethren have already been called by the Lord, resting in the kingdom of heaven," the priest’s voice was low and hoarse as he lowered his eyes in sorrow, as if anticipating sothing. "Next, it’s our turn."
He shakily fetched a brown bottle from his robe pocket, rubbing the rough bottle surface, speaking with despair yet calm, "I’ve long known this day would co, so... I made so preparations."
He stumbled down the platform, tilted the bottle, and several white pills rolled into his withered palm, distributing them to every woman in the church.
A young woman fearfully asked, "Priest, what is this?"
"Child, Judgnt Day has arrived, this world is too painful," the priest’s voice was so soft it was almost a whisper.
He circled around, finishing the distribution of pills, then returned to the platform, sweeping over the crowd with Eyes full of compassion, "Now... we are about to return to the Lord’s embrace."
The won clutched the pills tightly, their expressions varied.
So were dazed, as if their souls had left their bodies;
So looked around, hoping to find a sliver of hope;
So had already burst into tears, silently surrendering to fate;
Others wore expressions of numb determination, as if they had lost the strength to resist.
Only the priest himself had empty hands, using a low, tempting voice to urge the won present to swallow the pills quickly, as if that was the only path to peace.
In this suffocating silence, a sudden screech of brakes outside the church startled the dazed won.
Imdiately following, the thick wooden church doors were violently kicked open with a loud bang, wood chips flying.
Within a breath, a group of fierce-looking ard personnel flooded in like a tide, instantly occupying the church entrance.
The priest on the platform raised his voice loudly, shouting hoarsely, "This is God’s dwelling, no intruders allowed! You..."
Zhou Qingfeng, leading the intruders, raised his hand and fired a shot, disdainfully smirking, "I am God."
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