I changed the world.

This side road isn't very wide, only wide enough for two cars to pass each other, but the road surface is in relatively good condition. The housing density in this area isn't high, and there's mostly large areas of vegetation on both sides of the road, with occasional suburban houses nestled among them.

The roads here are rather dark, with few streetlights on either side, and only one appearing every now and then. So the vehicles turned on their high beams directly. The roads were empty, with no other vehicles or pedestrians.

"Everything is normal, over."

The man in the passenger seat would report his current whereabouts to the other end through an earpiece every few minutes. After he finished reporting again, a light mist suddenly began to rise around him.

The fog started out as a hazy mist, but it quickly grew thicker and thicker until it was so dense that even high beams couldn't penetrate it.

The driver frowned and had to slow down. The man in the passenger seat clicked his tongue in disapproval, and a voice quickly came through his earpiece. He complained, "It's foggy here, visibility is terrible, we can't pick up speed..."

Before he could finish speaking, a notification tone came through his earpiece, informing him that the signal had been interrupted.

The man in the passenger seat felt a sudden tightness in his chest, realizing something bad had happened. He hurriedly turned around to look, only to find that the two black sedans that should have been following behind his car had disappeared into the thick fog. He didn't know if they had lost them or if the fog was too thick for the headlights of the cars behind them to penetrate.

Just then, an old voice, like that of a church sermon, entered the car through the well-insulated windows.

"May the Lord bless you, the descendants of the upright, who fear him and delight in his commands; may your offspring be strong and prosperous in the world, and may the descendants of the upright be blessed forever..."

"Damn it..." the passenger cursed, finally pulling his hand out of his inner breast pocket, along with a folded, exquisitely designed gun.

He skillfully unfurled the folding section, revealing the weapon to be a compact "pigeon submachine gun."

This small firearm was designed for special operations. When folded, it is about the size of a large handgun. Its special joint design allows it to fully unfold in 2 seconds. It also has a 50-round magazine and can accurately fire at targets within 200 meters.

At this moment, the aged voice still echoed:

Arya answered Isaiah, “I have indeed disobeyed God’s teaching. Among the spoils I had taken was a fine garment, two hundred shekels of silver, and a gold bar weighing fifty shekels. I coveted these things and took them. They are now hidden in the ground inside my tent, and the silver is under the garment… So the people stoned him to death, threw stones at him, and burned all his possessions. They piled a great heap of stones on Arya, and it remains to this day. Then God changed his mind and did not show his fierce anger.”

As the voice slowly approached, the expressions of the two people in the car grew increasingly grim. Grand is a country with a strong tradition of Catholicism. Even though they weren't particularly enthusiastic about religion in general, they could still recognize that the passage came from a chapter of Hadith.

To them, it was clear that this passage was not quoted randomly, but rather had a specific meaning.

What made things even more difficult for them was that the fog outside the window was still getting thicker, and it was almost to the point where they couldn't see their own hands in front of their faces.

"What should we do?" the driver couldn't help but ask the man beside him.

"We can't stop, we have to keep moving forward..."

"But the visibility is too poor, you can't see anything."

"It would be dangerous to get off the bus at this point..."

However, before the two could finish their discussion, a loud thud came from the chassis of the vehicle, as if it had hit something. The car immediately lost its balance and overturned...

Fortunately, the car was traveling slowly at the time, and no serious consequences resulted. The man sitting in the passenger seat was the first to smash the car window and climb out of the overturned vehicle.

He then helped the driver cut the seatbelt and pulled him out of the driver's seat as well.

Fortunately, apart from some minor scrapes and bruises, the two did not appear to have suffered any serious injuries.

"Lost sheep, relinquish what is not yours."

The two, who had just climbed out of the wrecked vehicle and were still panting from the shock, quickly looked toward the source of the sound. They saw the mist churning up like boiling water, and then a passage opened up. An elderly man in a black woolen suit slowly walked out of the passage.

The two keenly noticed that the old man wore a silver crown brooch with strong religious connotations on his chest, and that he was holding a thick, antique-style book in his hands.

The old man's appearance was too strange; anyone could see that something was wrong. Naturally, the two people who had just climbed out of the wrecked vehicle would not admit anything.

The driver shrugged, cautiously backing away while saying with a shifty look in his eyes, "We don't know what you're talking about, sir, you've definitely got the wrong person..."

But the old man continued walking towards them step by step, and the thick book in his hand opened suddenly without any wind, its pages flipping to a certain chapter.

The old man didn't even look at the book; he simply glanced at the driver and spoke in a detached tone:

"When you see a thief, you are happy to be with him;

A person who shares the loot with a thief is one who hates his own life.

Neither thieves nor extortioners will inherit the kingdom of God.

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his hand and pointed forward. Suddenly, the chest area of ​​another man holding a submachine gun, who was also on guard, lit up. The light was soft yet holy, and it was particularly conspicuous in the dark night. It was the necklace that he had hidden in his pocket!

Chapter 647 I beg the merciful Lord to save me!

The necklace seemed to be seized by some invisible force, floating up and emerging directly from the man's pocket. The driver, quick-witted and agile, grabbed the necklace before it flew out. The man with the submachine gun also reacted swiftly, ignoring the old man's strange behavior, immediately aiming his gun and shouting, "Sir, stop what you're doing!!!"

"Stop what you're doing right now!!! Or I'll shoot!"

Seeing that the old man showed no sign of stopping, and that the driver was about to lose control of the necklace, the man with the gun steeled himself and pulled the trigger.

Of course, he didn't aim directly at the old man's vitals, but rather at his legs...

However, when these bullets flew toward the old man, they were like pebbles thrown into an abyss, hitting nothing but air, without making a sound.

Thus, filled with fear and tension, the gunman gradually adjusted the muzzle of his gun, aiming it at the old man's head and chest, and continued to pull the trigger. However, no matter how he fired, the bullets, apart from creating ripples in the air, disappeared without a trace, as if they had sunk into the sea...

Just as the gunman opened fire, the old man began turning the pages of the paper in his hand again, and his aged voice rang out once more:

"Shall man rob God? For all the people of your kingdom are robbing me; a curse is upon you."

Upon hearing this, the man who was still firing his gun seemed to have seen something terrifying. He suddenly screamed, and then, as if he had seen a venomous snake, he threw his gun to the ground, sat down, and backed away, supporting himself with his hands, as if he were hiding from something...

Seeing his appearance, the driver dared not do anything more. After hesitating for a moment, he finally let go of his hand, and the necklace floated in mid-air, drifting towards the old man.

The necklace emitted light continuously during the flight, growing brighter and brighter. The driver even noticed that under this light, the surrounding fog was gradually dissipating.

The necklace flew to the old man and then slowly descended. The old man reached out and used the necklace to draw a crown-shaped pattern on his chest. Only then did the light on the pendant slowly dim.

After that, the old man didn't say anything more, closed the thick book in his hand, and turned to leave.

Just then, a sharp screech of brakes sounded, and a black sedan emerged from the mist behind them, now dimmed by the earlier light—one of the two escort vehicles from before. The car screeched to a halt, its tires kicking up large sprays of water from the ground.

As the car door opened, a series of shouts rang out, and three agile figures in black, armed with guns, rushed out of the car.

Clearly, as the fog was weakened by the light, the car was able to break through the blockade and rejoin the vehicle in front.

"Put down that necklace!!!"

"Who are you?! Put down the necklace!!!"

Among them, a burly man, seeing the young man on the ground who appeared to be insane and the driver with a look of fear on his face, especially the wreckage of the overturned vehicle, instinctively pulled the trigger at the old man.

"Don't fire!"

Seeing this, the driver realized the danger and tried to stop him, but it was too late; a burst of bullets had already been fired at the old man.

Just like last time, the bullet was clearly aimed at the old man, but it seemed to sink into the sea, only causing ripples in the air in front of him, and nothing else.

The old man opened the book he had just closed again:

"May the Lord of Mercy plant you in His temple, in His courts, and along the river of His life; that you may bear fruit in your youth, and continue to bear fruit in your old age..."

As he spoke, a terrified scream rang out from the burly man who had fired the gun. Immediately afterward, those around him watched in horror as the gun fell to the ground, and from his arm that had been holding the gun, a plant branch sprouted. This branch grew rapidly, and in just a few breaths, his arm had transformed into a lush tree trunk, blossoming and bearing fruit...

"The leaves are full of sap and always green; the leaves never wither, the fruit never ceases; every month new fruit is produced, glory to the Lord, grace to all people, forevermore..."

The old man continued speaking, while the mutation on the strong man's arm continued to spread throughout his body. The tree grew more and more lush, reaching his shoulders and spreading to other parts of his body.

Everyone watched in disbelief as a person transformed into a fruit-bearing plant before their very eyes; this visually striking change was utterly astonishing.

The other two burly men, who were also armed, were even more at a loss. Having learned from the previous incident, they were caught in a dilemma: they couldn't not fire, but they dared not.

The same driver of the overturned vehicle, quick-witted, drew a Holy Revelation Church crown on his chest and shouted, "Master, we repent, we repent!"

But then the old man turned his gaze over and looked at the driver with an indifferent expression. The driver's heart raced, and he dared not look directly at him. He bowed his head and lowered his hands respectfully in the rain.

"With the measure you use, it will be measured to you; and the merciless will be judged without mercy."

"I am willing to have mercy! I am willing to have mercy!!!"

The burly man, who was half-human and half-tree, could no longer stand and fell to the ground. He watched as the tree-like limbs approached his neck step by step, and were about to spread to his head. The numb parts of his limbs undoubtedly told him that everything happening before his eyes was real!

He finally couldn't bear it any longer, crying out in terror, tears streaming down his face, "I know I was wrong! I am humble, I repent, please save me!!! I am a believer, please, merciful Lord, save me!!"

The old man was silent for a while, then finally spoke again: “Anyone who seeks the Lord with all his heart, even if he does not purify himself according to the rituals of purification in the sanctuary, may ask the Most Good Lord to forgive him.”

At this moment, the tree-like part had spread to half of the strong man's neck, and even part of it had spread to the right corner of his mouth, making it extremely difficult for him to speak.

Upon hearing the old man's words, perhaps inspired by a sudden inspiration, he began to pray, the words of which he recited with difficulty and indistinctness.

Chapter 648 May all people honor your name as holy.

Our Father in heaven,

May all people hallow your name.

May your kingdom come...

Strangely enough, as his prayers began, to the astonishment of those around him, the tree-like transformation of his body finally stopped and began to slowly fade away as the prayers continued.

"Thump..." Faced with this miraculous event, the gun in the hand of another burly man fell to the ground. His knees buckled, and he knelt down, bowing his head to pray.

"May your will be done on earth."

It's like traveling together in the heavens.

Our daily diet,

Today we are given…

Following closely behind was the driver, who also hesitated before beginning to pray. Finally, the last burly man with a gun also began to pray.

"They will not lead us into temptation."