nucmednet Chapter 103 Establishing Canaan! The Path of Atonement! Undying Warriors!
Chapter 103 Establishing Canaan! The Path of Atonement! Undying Warriors!
Chapter 103 Establishing Canaan! The Path of Atonement! Undying in a Hundred Battles!
Karl stood on the stone platform.
A morning breeze blew in from the east side of the square, carrying the heat and acrid smell of burning flames.
He was still wearing that dark short-sleeved T-shirt stained with blood, his right arm exposed, and the cross-shaped scar on the back of his hand was clearly visible.
The red light on the camera lens set up in front is on.
Behind the camera, the square's stone pavement was filled with people.
Near the stone platform were the Avengers who had followed him from Beicheng all the way to Lansing last night, numbering about two thousand. They were dressed in various work clothes or camouflage uniforms, their faces stained with soot, and they were holding weapons.
They stood there, silent, their eyes fixed on Karl.
Further out, there were even more people who had gathered from all over Lansing.
Some people rushed over in their pajamas, some carried shopping bags, some were elderly people with canes, and some were women with children.
They huddled together, looking up at the stone platform, at the flames, and at Karl.
The total number exceeds 20,000.
Karl took a deep breath and said, "Six days ago, the Lord's enemies, the villains who are possessed by capital that flows with evil from every pore, dropped nuclear bombs on New Canaan."
The sound was amplified by a simple loudspeaker and echoed across the square. It was somewhat distorted, but every word was clear.
The crowd quieted down.
"Thirty-five thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven people died in that disaster."
He paused for a second.
The wind carried the crackling sound of the flames.
"I told you, we will take our revenge."
He raised his right hand and pointed to the burning cross behind him.
"Therefore, we have come. For our loved ones, for our friends and family, for the Lord's path of redemption! We have embarked on this path of vengeance!"
His eyes swept over everyone in the audience.
Everywhere you look, some people lower their heads, some clench their fists, and some move their lips, silently repeating what they see.
Karl clenched his fist and waved it downwards: "And these are our results!"
He turned to the side so that the camera and the crowd could see the giant cross in the flames more clearly.
"They are serpents that rob God's gifts from the Lord's chosen people, demons who defy the Lord's will and use medical insurance to control the freedom of the Lord's chosen people, devils who ruthlessly persecute the Lord's chosen people!"
The voice rose, but remained restrained; there was no shouting.
"For the Lord, for our departed loved ones, for our brothers and sisters who tragically perished in the nuclear bombs! We personally guide them onto the path of atonement!"
He turned around and faced the camera and the crowd again.
"This is fulfilling the Lord's will and walking the path of atonement!"
Someone in the audience shouted, "Atone for your sins!"
The sound was not loud, but clear.
Then the second, and the third.
"Atonement!"
"Atonement!"
The sound began to spread from the crowd near the stone platform, rippling outwards in concentric circles.
Karl raised his hand and pressed it down.
The shouts gradually faded.
"but."
He spoke, his voice lowering.
The crowd was quiet.
"The Lord's enemies have not been completely eliminated. They have fled here, fled New Canaan, gone south, gone north, like serpents lurking in the Garden of Eden, waiting for their chance to retaliate!"
He was telling the truth.
No matter how fast you act, there will always be someone who notices something is wrong beforehand.
A senior aide in the governor's office booked a flight to Florida three hours before the attack.
The de facto controller of a pharmaceutical group boarded a private plane bound for Canada at 7 p.m. last night.
Several other families' younger generations packed their belongings and left Michigan on the day of the nuclear explosion.
These people have lost their land and been threatened by him; they will not let go of their hatred.
The hatred and desire for revenge among those in the audience will quickly subside after they have completed their revenge.
He needs a new goal.
"Here, in order to protect this Canaan where evil has been initially eradicated, to guard against the covetousness of those festering capitalist demons, and to better fulfill the Lord's will!"
He paused, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.
"I hereby declare that from this day forward, Michigan shall be renamed New Canaan, a land under the Lord's watchful eye, moving forward to fulfill the Lord's will!"
The audience fell silent for a second as soon as he finished speaking.
Then the two thousand or so people who were near the stone platform were the first to react.
They raised their weapons, or their hands were empty, but their arms were raised high.
The words surged from their throats: "New Canaan!"
"New Canaan!"
The sound spread rapidly.
Karl stood on the stone platform, watching all of this.
Flames burned behind him, and black smoke continued to rise.
He raised his right hand, and the cross-shaped scar on the back of his hand was clearly visible in the firelight.
"Rise to power in Canaan! The path to redemption! Undefeated in a hundred battles!"
He shouted out these three words, pausing for half a second between each word. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried throughout the square through the loudspeaker.
The more than two thousand people in the audience immediately echoed: "Rise in Canaan! The path of atonement! Undying in a hundred battles!"
The sounds overlapped and converged in the air above the square, drowning out the crackling of the flames.
Carl looked down at the audience.
He saw the faces of those people.
Some were flushed with excitement, while others looked bewildered, but their mouths were moving as they shouted along.
He saw a young man standing at the front row. He had followed him into the Hoffman Pharmaceuticals estate in Bay City last night. There was still blood on his face that hadn't been wiped off, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
He saw a middle-aged woman a little further away, holding a child of seven or eight years old. The child was also calling out, though in a very soft voice.
The sound grew louder and louder.
"Rise to power in Canaan! The path to redemption! Undefeated in a hundred battles!"
"Rise to power in Canaan! The path to redemption! Undefeated in a hundred battles!"
Karl stood on the stone platform with his right arm raised high.
Then he felt the cross-shaped scar on the back of his hand start to burn.
It wasn't the heat radiating from the flames, but a burning sensation that seeped deep into the skin, like a branding iron pressing on the bones.
Immediately afterwards, a red aura emanated from his body.
It wasn't smoke, nor flames, but something translucent, dark red, like a thin halo, enveloping his body outline.
It was faint at first, but quickly became clear.
The crowd below the stage saw it.
The shout paused for a moment.
But Carl did not lower his arm.
He maintained that posture, the red aura flowing around him, growing stronger and stronger, standing out conspicuously in the hazy morning light.
The young man with blood on his face in the front row was the first to react.
He raised his rifle and continued shouting, "Rise in Canaan! The path of redemption! Undying in a hundred battles!"
His voice was hoarse, but it was very penetrating.
Then the second, and the third.
The shouts rang out again, louder and more unified than before.
"Rise to power in Canaan! The path to redemption! Undefeated in a hundred battles!"
Karl stood on the stone platform, and the red aura continued to emanate from him, spreading outwards as if it were alive, touching those closest to the platform.
The person being touched shuddered slightly, then shouted louder and their eyes shone brighter.
The red aura continued to spread.
It covered more than two thousand people in the front row and then spread outwards.
More than 20,000 people shouted in unison in the square.
Flames burned behind Karl.
Black smoke rose into the sky.
A red aura wafted through the crowd.
Karl lowered his arm, but the red aura did not disappear; instead, it became even stronger.