Throwing a steel coil at supersonic speed with one hand, you let me travel through the heavens!

the other side.

The news has already spread throughout the villa area.

"The leader has arrived! The Holy Maiden says the leader has descended from heaven!"

Upon hearing the news, the believers, who were originally scattered in various places, all stood up.

Some people dipped compressed biscuits in water for dinner, only to drop them on the ground. Others leaned against a wall with their eyes closed, but upon hearing this, they suddenly opened their bloodshot eyes. Still others had just finished their shifts, slung their composite bows over their backs, and hurried toward the detached villa, eager to catch a glimpse of the cult leader.

"Tell me quickly, what does the cult leader look like?"

"I...I didn't dare look directly at the cult leader..."

"Noob!"

"You... how dare you casually peer at the face of the cult leader? To look directly at him is blasphemy. Anyway, he looks exactly like the one in the photo the Holy Maiden showed us—it's him!"

People started arguing about what Wei Qingzhou looked like.

A middle-aged woman, her hands clasped together in excitement, her eyes red-rimmed, prayed, "Steel Coil Cult Master, we are saved! We are saved!"

"I knew the Holy Maiden wouldn't lie to us! Which of her previous prophecies hasn't come true? She said the Pope would descend, and here he is!"

"I wonder what miracles the leader can perform. I heard from the Holy Maiden that all her prophecies are revelations from the leader."

"Anyway, the good days are here!"

"We hope that our leader can end this damned apocalypse in one fell swoop!"

The followers of the Steel Coil Cult were all in high spirits, whispering among themselves and engaging in heated discussions.

Something called hope is spreading among the people.

However, not everyone was happy about the return of the Steel Coil Master.

On the outskirts of the crowd, two men exchanged a glance.

One of them had a short buzz cut, a fleshy face, and a somewhat fierce appearance. He was chewing on a tasteless grass root.

The other person was tall and thin, with prominent cheekbones and deep-set eyes.

They quietly withdrew from the enthusiastic crowd, circled around to the back of the green area, and followed a path into a secluded corner unit of a row of townhouses.

Another short, stocky man in a white vest stood guard in the shadows. After making sure no one was following, he turned and went inside.

The living room was dimly lit, with the only light source being a white candle on the coffee table.

A young man wearing glasses sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. He looked refined, but he always exuded an unsettling, cold aura.

"Damn it, the cult leader is back!"

The burly man with a buzz cut and a face full of scars burst in and immediately started swearing: "The Holy Maiden didn't make up lies to deceive us, there really is such a person."

The young man with glasses said, "Oh, I thought it was a photo generated by the saint using some kind of AI software."

"Heh, if he's like in the photo, he's just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old kid. What's there to be afraid of? I'll take care of him!" The short, burly man showed off his arms, which were as thick as an average person's thigh.

The tall, thin man said, "There's really nothing to be afraid of. I saw the Holy Maiden welcoming the leader; she came in a car, without any weapons, and looked like a young man."

"What do we do next?"

The man with the buzz cut sat down on the sofa, propped his legs up on the mahogany coffee table, and crossed his arms, saying, "Are we still going with our original plan?"

"Dry."

The bespectacled man decisively said, "We have to do it!"

"If I don't do it now, I'll never have another chance."

"I initially thought the cult leader was just a facade created by the Holy Maiden to stabilize morale, but it turns out he's a real person. The Holy Maiden is troublesome enough; now with this so-called cult leader, will the Steel Scroll Cult even have a voice anymore?"

The bespectacled man raised a finger, pushed up his glasses, and a ruthless glint flashed in his sinister eyes: "Take advantage of his recent arrival and before he's settled in, and make our move tonight."

"right!"

The man with the buzz cut licked his lips, his eyes flashing with a ferocious glint that turned crazed: "The betrayal is successful. I'm going to be the first to sleep with the Holy Maiden."

"Damn it, I've had enough of acting like a grandson under her for the past month. I have to ask for her permission every morning and report to her every night, and I have to watch my step when doing anything."

"Tonight I'm going to make her kneel before me and call me 'Daddy'."

"I want the saint's mother!" The short, stocky man next to him grinned maliciously, revealing a few yellow teeth. "I think her mother is still quite attractive."

"My daughter is eighteen now, so she must be almost forty. She looks like she's in her twenties, which I love."

The tall, thin man said, "I want to throw a party, the silver kind."

Immediately, the three of them, their fantasy ending, all turned to look at the bespectacled man: "And you? What do you want?"

"I?"

The bespectacled man chuckled but did not answer the question.

He stood up, picked up a composite bow from the corner of the wall, and calmly assigned tasks: "I'm in charge of assassinating the cult leader. You few go and subdue the saintess and her family and confidants. Be careful of her gun, and be quick. Don't give her a chance to fire."

"As for the others, kill anyone who resists. Once we kill the cult leader and capture the Holy Maiden, we'll be in charge of this place after tonight."

"That's right, we're in charge!"

"I'm not playing house with the saintess anymore!"

"What we want is freedom! We want chaos!"

"In the apocalypse, might makes right. What's with all these rules and regulations? Is the saintess here to create a utopia?"

"Innocent!"

The other three shouted menacingly.

They huddled together to discuss the specifics of the plan. The bespectacled man, in particular, knew the layout of Yang Xi's detached villa and drew a floor plan on an A4 sheet of paper with a ballpoint pen, then marked the saintess's bedroom and her parents' bedroom.

"Sizzle sizzle"

Just as they were getting into the discussion, the walkie-talkie hanging from the man's waist suddenly rang.

"Attention all believers, the Holy Maiden has commanded that everyone assemble immediately on the lawn in front of the Holy Church."

"I'll repeat myself: everyone, assemble immediately on the lawn in front of the 'Holy Church'."

The Holy Church is Yang Xi's family villa.

In the Church of Steel, it is called the Holy Church.

The four people stopped their discussion and looked at each other.

"Shall we go?"

"Could this be a trap?"

"Has the Holy Maiden discovered our plan?"

Don't overthink it.

The bespectacled man, with a composite bow slung over his shoulder and a refined expression, said calmly, "Let's go to the assembly point first and see what they're up to."

The giant eyes of the Sky Rift have all closed.

The sky and the earth were both dark, and the world was pitch black.

In front of the detached villa, a diesel generator was running with a loud bang, and several large lights illuminated the lawn as bright as day.

Eighty or ninety followers stood in twos and threes on the lawn, some whispering to each other, some listless, and some craning their necks to look in the direction of the villa's gate.

The four conspirators also arrived and stood at the back of the crowd, exchanging a glance without making a sound.

Remain inactive.

The villa's gate opened.

Mr. and Mrs. Yang came out first, followed by Yang Xi, who was wearing a black horse-face dress.

She slung the composite bow across her back, her hair tied in a high ponytail that swayed behind her head as she walked.

In the eyes of her followers, she was the saint of the Steel Scroll Cult!

Women are just as capable as men!