2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

There was sparse applause and cheers from the audience. It was not enthusiastic, but it could be heard that many people seemed to agree with this statement from the bottom of their hearts.

"Next is the question-and-answer session." Dongfang Quliu put his platinum crutch on the ground, held up his tie with his hand, and smiled gently and elegantly, as if the person who just gave an impassioned speech on the stage was another person.

"Your Excellency, Priest." A short-haired girl wearing a short skirt that covered her hips raised her hand, and a waiter next to her quickly handed over the microphone.

"Please speak, Miss Melinda." Dongfang Quliu smiled and nodded.

"Oh, thank you for remembering my name."

The short-haired girl covered her mouth in surprise, and then her expression returned to seriousness in the next second: "Mr. Priest, according to you, the catastrophe that affected the world more than a year ago and so many people died, can it be regarded as a result of civilization? redemption?"

"certainly."

Dongfang Quliu's expression remained unchanged: "Change without bloodshed and sacrifice will only allow those short-sighted oppressors to take chances, resulting in the new world never being able to achieve true peace and co-prosperity. Only a complete rebirth from the ashes can bring peace to the world." It has brought new vitality to human civilization. The so-called 'global catastrophe' was actually just a trivial warning given by us, hoping to awaken more innocent people who were deceived."

"In fact, rather than using the word 'catastrophe,' I would rather call it an 'awakening,' a global awakening."

Dongfang Quliu’s words were not groundless.

Since that "global catastrophe", the direction of public opinion around the world has undergone subtle changes. Many people began to lose confidence in the gods and the national government, believing that if resistance could only lead to destruction, it would be better to surrender and survive.

Although he was disgusted with the fat man, he still had to act like he was deeply inspired.

Linda felt a little guilty at this time. She didn't understand why the expression of the man on the stage changed so much when he looked at her.

But she soon realized something was wrong. The other person's eyes seemed not to be locked on her, but on the position next to her.

"The encounter between the Holy Lord and the gods is a miracle in this vast universe. They are destined to become the father and mother gods of all civilizations."

His weight is conservatively estimated to be 400 pounds, and even a loose black robe cannot hide the folds of fat underneath. But the two men and two women sitting next to him were both extremely handsome, with well-toned bodies, like Hollywood stars, creating an uncomfortable contrast.

Since Constantine issued the "Oracle of Natural Disaster", panic has swept across the world like a plague, making the calls of "capitulationists" louder and louder. During this period, even if all the powerful countries in the world exerted full pressure, the power of the Holy Glory Order was still expanding rapidly, especially in those small countries with internal turmoil. It has evolved to the point where even the legal regime is about to fall to the Order. .

But the problem lies in this "cooperation" method.

The original purpose of his founding of the Breeding Sect was to try to resolve the conflicts between gods and holy masters, humans and alien species, and achieve a great reconciliation of species across planets.

Morris Benson's fat body trembled violently, and his voice became more and more weird, as if he was about to reach the peak of physical pleasure, causing many people in the venue to blush or look embarrassed.

There is no way. The Breeding Sect has existed since the Abyss Era. Especially in recent years, it has taken advantage of the rising tide of the Shengyao Sect to develop rapidly. There are few people in the United States alone. Millions of loyal believers.

"Mr. Dongfang, I have great respect for you and the sect, and I agree with most of the content in your words, but please allow me to express the views of the Breeding Sect..."

Didn't I say that... I'm just here to listen... and I won't cause any trouble?

Yan Muyun looked over there and saw that the man was none other than one of the three people he had paid special attention to before, Maurice Benson, the leader of the Breeding Sect.

At the same time, her father and brother also obviously noticed something was wrong.

All he can do now is pray to the Holy Lord that the Eastern priests can understand his difficulties.

However, after just a few words, Yan Muyun felt the urge to burst his eardrums.

To everyone's surprise, Morris Benson's voice is extremely soft, gentle and full of unique magnetism, which makes people subconsciously want to listen attentively.

It stands to reason that this school of thought is quite attractive. It offers win-win cooperation. All races will no longer have bloodshed and conflicts, and everyone will develop together in harmony and beauty.

Dongfang Quliu coughed twice and gestured to the waiter to quickly take away Morris's microphone. At the same time, he raised his volume and tried to drown out the other person's voice: "Thank you Mr. Benson for your wonderful speech. I think your proposal is very good." ..Well, there is something new, and we will further discuss this issue within the sect.”

At this moment, a hand suddenly raised high, attracting everyone's attention.

"Think about our descendants, who not only have the super intelligence of humans, but also have the strong bodies of Molten Demons or Titans, or the flying ability of Black Winged Ghosts... If we are lucky enough to awaken powerful powers... ."

After listening to the other party's answer, the short-haired girl sat down again with a thoughtful look. In fact, most people present could see that this explanation did not convince her, but it didn't really matter. Most of the people who appear here are just like her, just a reason to rationalize their next behavior.

According to Morris, the so-called gods and holy masters are the supreme beings in the universe that transcend the biological level. Rather than competing, the two should cooperate and form a more powerful force.

Linda turned her head to look, her beautiful eyes widening immediately, and she saw that the person holding her hand was no longer Steve.

Richard jumped up from his seat, his fair little face turned red, pointed at him and roared angrily: "It's him! It's the guy who killed Shannon!"

Dongfang Quliu stands under the spotlight, and his every word and deed will attract the attention of the audience. Seeing his such a big reaction, almost everyone followed his gaze with some curiosity.

"Oh...think about that scene...oh...by God...oh..."

You know, even when he just listened to Morris expounding the teachings of the Breeding Sect, his expression had never changed so much.

"Ahem."

Dongfang Quliu on the stage was also a little nervous, and the elegant and gentle smile on his face was almost completely frozen.

If the Breeding Sect can be brought under the command of the Holy Glory Order, it will be a force that cannot be underestimated.

"Humans have wisdom, and aliens have power. We should unite and work together to break through reproductive isolation and create a sacred race that is truly superior to all laws of the universe!"

Conrad McCool frowned slightly. He was a little confused as to why the person sitting here changed his appearance in an instant. At the same time, he always felt that this man with an East Asian face looked familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere before.

When Dongfang Quliu slowly turned his head and looked away, his gaze suddenly fixed on a certain place, and his eyes widened completely subconsciously.

The situation quickly became chaotic, and in an unnoticed corner of the venue, Zhao Kong sat on the ground in pain, pulling his hair.