My God... Bless... Bless us..."
"We... Devout believers... Are willing to dedicate everything..."
"Ask my God... To drive away... To drive away those 'filthiness'..."
"Ask my God... To grant... To grant me the qualification to live..."
Believer? My god?
Chu Nan's mind went blank. He looked at the group of monster-like "people" kneeling down below, and a sense of absurdity surged into his heart.
Him? God?
What a joke
