Why is this main god space a sewing monster!

Chapter 1188 Thunder God, help me!

"Damn it, why has the country become like this? How can this country become better with those worms sitting in management positions doing nothing?!"

Robert is a World War II veteran. At the age of 90, he watched the politicians' speeches on TV and felt a surge of anger in his heart.

"First it was the aliens, then it was God, what's next, the devil? Or is the Soviet Union back?"

Robert looked at the politicians on TV and felt that they were full of lies. As the country was in decline, instead of thinking about how to make the country stronger, they just made all kinds of excuses for themselves!

Robert is an orthodox redneck. At the age of 90, he personally participated in World War II and went through the entire Cold War, and then watched the country move towards chaos.

But he is too old and frail to do anything. He was born in 1918, and it won't be long before he meets his old comrades who died in the European battlefield and his old buddies who died under the tracks of MacArthur's tanks. Fortunately, the old man is now living in 2008. If he lived in 2018 or 2024, he would be better off dead after seeing the white left's unbelievable actions.

The old man turned off the TV angrily and prepared to go out for some fresh air.

But when he thought of the damn scene of all kinds of monsters and demons dancing around, he didn't want to go out anymore.

Just at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Get lost! I don't believe in God!"

Although America is a Puritan country and it is difficult to find a job without a clear belief, Robert didn't care. After he saw his comrades die one after another under artillery fire and bullets, he no longer believed in God.

Charles de Gaulle could no longer remember how many missionaries had come to preach to him. He tried to call the police station to resolve the troubles, but the insect policeman actually started preaching to him too.

But the scolding had no effect. The World War II veteran picked up the things around him and cursed, ready to let the group of ignorant missionaries experience the daily necessities that were more "persuasive" than faith and the Bible.

A well-maintained, loaded gun.

"Don't eat the sour radish, huh? What did you teach? Are you salesmen?" Robert looked at the two young men outside the door who were dressed fairly normally and asked, "Before I open fire, leave or give me an explanation for not letting me open fire."

The two young men looked at each other and said to Robert, "Sir, don't you think there is something wrong with our country?"

"Nonsense! This country is being ruled by a bunch of bugs. How can there not be problems in such a country? They actually want to elect Brother N to power. What will they do next? Will they elect a real estate developer who talks nonsense or an Alzheimer's patient who can't even clean his ass to be president? They might as well elect me. At least I can clean my own ass!"

"That's right sir, that's why we're here!"

"Past reign ends, new era dawns!"

"Jiazi brings good fortune!"

"what?"

Robert scratched his ears. He could understand these words separately, but he had no idea what the two people were talking about when they were put together. The above passage can be translated into: The blue sky is dead, and the yellow sky should be established. In the year of Jiazi, the world is blessed.

"Listen, if you want to come and preach to me."

"Sir! We are here for the people! America is rotten to the core, this country is beyond salvation! The people need to save themselves! Only if we unite together can we save this crumbling country!"

Such scenes are emerging all over America, and the source of everything is a young man.

A young man in strange clothes and holding a strange staff wandered the streets, talking to small vendors, intellectuals, veterans, and thousands of workers.
The only topic of conversation was what was wrong with this country? What was wrong with this world?!

The world was a normal place last year, but in just one year, it has turned into a scene of chaos. As the beacon of the world, should we just watch and let the world go even crazier, or should we do something?
Zhang Heng walked around in this crazy land, holding a wooden staff that he didn't know what it was called, and wearing a Taoist robe that Wu Jie had adapted. Zhang Heng, who had once shown a strong sense of variety and won the championship of that abstract program with his mouth can chat with anyone, just like the great sage teacher, Tiangong General, Zhang Jiao, who almost overthrew the Han Dynasty many years ago.

——Why is there another person named Zhang?
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm in good health. Can't you expect me to get better? Just because Zhang Jue died of illness before the uprising, you think I will die of illness before the success? Am I such a funny person? I'm dead!"

Zhang Heng sneered and hung up the call that Wu Jie had made using his own spiritual light. He was doing very well in America, but Wu Jie thought that he might die of illness.

funny!

Zhang Heng straightened his Taoist robe, which had been altered so much that it was hard to tell what style it was, and stood up and walked towards the studio.

The preaching is still going on today. Zhang Heng has not only won the hearts of ordinary people, but also the support of politicians.

Because Zhang Heng single-handedly eased the impending demonstrations in various places, stability is more important than anything else for politicians, and Zhang Heng's will is very likely to affect the vote base of the general election. So now Zhang Heng is not only the spiritual pillar of ordinary people, but also a guest of honor for politicians.

Especially when a war breaks out, politicians need someone to appease the people.

War, the most intense kind.

Driven by the gods, people who believe in gods head towards America, one of the two godless places in the world.

“The light of God must shine upon every interaction in the world. The light of God never fades!”

A vast purple aura carrying divine light rushed towards America, about to engulf this godless land.

The figures of the gods appeared on the warships. It was hard to believe that the different mythological pantheons could form an alliance instead of fighting each other first. Obviously, before conquering the pagans, they chose to deal with the heretics first.

——The era of God has arrived. A country without God’s grace will be a breeding ground for sin!
When the purple gods descended, they were responded by the blue light of thunder brewing in the sky above America.

(End of this chapter)