Weird Resurrection: I Can Transform into a Great Demon

The neon lights lit up at night, and in the brightly lit city, a piece of news spread like wings.

The controller behind the scenes of the Cooper District finally gave in and was willing to talk to the bigwigs who stood at the pinnacle of power in this city.

In a low-key office on a 40-story building, a gentleman wearing a monocle laughed heartily.

"Great, my friend, we can finally control the entire Voltoles and pay the highest respect to the great God!"

On the sofa in front of him, a wealthy businessman whose name resounded throughout the southwest of the empire knocked on the pocket watch on his hand, and a strange cold light reflected in his blue eyes.

"Haha, stupid people who don't know what's good for you will eventually ruin everything under the gaze of God."

The voice was still echoing, and the two had disappeared.

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The same scenes happened in various places in the city. Gang leaders, city managers, capital giants, and the powerful people of ancient families... all the big figures with transcendent status that ordinary people could not imagine were alarmed.

Since the advent of the belief in God, most areas of the city have been completely controlled by them.

But the Cooper District alone failed. The believers of God who entered it disappeared inexplicably many times. It seems that someone is resisting the arrival of God behind the scenes.

In terms of power and strength, the believers of God are confident that they can overwhelm everything.

But the other party is like a mouse. They have never contacted them directly, but only secretly hunted the believers of God. This has led to their failure to complete the task assigned by the messenger of God, which is to control the entire city without any details!

In the southeast of the Cooper District, an old house with a history of more than 200 years stands on a private territory. The material of the courtyard wall vaguely shows the former luxury here. The medieval style looks a bit gloomy under the night.

The social elites dressed in bright and beautiful clothes appeared here at the same time. They looked at the open door and walked in with a smile on their faces without any fear or hesitation.

When the big shots arrived, the first thing they noticed was an old man wearing the robes of the Shaman Gods.

Some people couldn't help but gasp: "It's you!"

People at their level had been exposed to things about another world long before the forbidden area broke out completely, and naturally understood how transcendent the old man in front of them had been in the former Polar Bear Empire.

Some people also said with a cold face: "Your Excellency the Pope, it's a pity that he is now a heretic pope."

"No wonder those people below have been unable to infiltrate the Cooper District. From this point of view, it is our fault. Your Excellency the Pope is here, and I should have come to see him in person."

"..."

The gentlemen spoke appropriately and humbly, but the sneer on their faces exposed their arrogance and complacency at this time.

After all, in the past, even if they had reached the pinnacle of worldly power, they could only be like dogs in front of this person.

In the face of these words, the old man said nothing and stood aside with his hands hanging down. As the owner of this old house, he looked like an old butler at this moment.

At this time, someone also noticed that in front of many members of the Gods Cult, including their Pope, the only person sitting was a very unfamiliar young man.

From beginning to end, he did not even look at them. He sat alone on the wine-red dining chair, stretched out one hand, and tapped a red wine glass in front of him with his fingers, looking a little bored.

There was a special ring on the young man's finger, like a coiled black dragon, revealing a ferocious and brutal breath.

"Dong, Dong, Dong."

The knocking sound was neither fast nor slow, and the interval between each time was exactly the same, which meant that the other party was very calm. No matter how many high-ranking big men came in, they could not bring him even a trace of emotional ups and downs.

The gentlemen looked at each other and felt something was wrong.

At this time, a shadow blocked the moonlight, and a tall figure of more than two meters stood at the door of the old house.

Everyone turned their heads. This was a strong man in a suit, but compared with his status, his burly figure was nothing.

"Gotofer is here!"

Someone shouted, looking at the former underground emperor of Voltoles, and the man who was the most devout in the belief in God and had received the most powerful divine blessing in this city.

The strong man walked in, and every step on the wooden floor made a dull sound, and an invisible pressure spread around.

At this time, the old man said softly: "Everyone is here."

The young man finally raised his head for the first time and looked at the group of people in front of him. His first sentence was: "I don't like nonsense."

At this time, Gotofer just looked at the Pope and was about to say something, but was interrupted. He frowned and glanced at Jiang Chen, andHe continued his words.

"Your Excellency the Pope, if I remember correctly, the last time we met was three years ago. I bent over to present your butler with a gift that took half a year to prepare, and you just glanced at me when you passed by."

"At that time I..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

A black light flashed, and a blood hole appeared between Gotofor's eyebrows. He stared with his eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief.

At the moment of danger just now, a breath in his body awakened instinctively, his skin and flesh cracked, and flesh tentacles came out of his head.

The momentum at that moment was faintly beyond the Pope of the Gods.

However, he still fell down, and the changes in his body stopped, becoming a strange corpse with an octopus-like head and a human body.

Everyone was stunned, and the whole scene was dead silent.

Some people stared at Gotofer's body, expecting the "resurrection of God" they had witnessed to happen, and he would stand up as if nothing had happened in the next second.

However, such a scene did not appear.

When Gotofer's death was confirmed.

Fear crawled up the spines of everyone present like maggots. They stared at the young man blankly. Just now, he just moved his fingers, and the most powerful believer of God in the city died.

This means that as long as he wants, no one present can walk out alive.

After all, the gift Gotofer received is said to be of another level, far beyond the other believers.

"You, you..." Someone was scared.

A black shadow passed by.

He also fell down, his chest cracked, and a pile of colorful dead snakes scattered on the floor.

"Gentlemen." Jiang Chen smiled and swept around everyone present. This time, they all lowered their heads without exception.

"I came here for only one thing, to kill your God."

This sentence was so deafening that it made the people at the top of the secular society tremble uncontrollably.

"I want to ask if anyone knows how I can get close to your God?"

"Don't worry, think about it slowly."

"But Jiang believes in one truth, that people without value have no need to exist."

After saying that, he smiled and looked at a fat old man with a cane on the left. The other party was so scared that he couldn't breathe smoothly. He covered his heart and stammered, "Get... get close to God, I, I, I don't..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man's body had exploded.

The mutated internal organs and limbs were scattered everywhere.

Then Jiang Chen turned his gaze to the next person. The other party looked only in his thirties. It was obviously not easy for him to climb to a high position, but he seemed to be particularly brainwashed, and he shouted angrily.

"You are blaspheming God!"

"Puff"

A handful of blood mist exploded.

The remaining big shots were shaking like they were having the hiccups when they saw this scene. If they didn't understand what "don't like nonsense" meant at first, they now understood it very well.

This man was completely a man who would never talk too much if he could kill someone.

This iron-blooded method completely broke through the psychological defenses of a group of high-ranking people.

Soon someone knelt down and said a barely feasible plan.

Jiang Chen laughed. Sometimes, people are much easier to deal with than monsters. After all, the monsters in the restricted area are fearless and often don't know what fear is.

These smart gentlemen are very cooperative.

As long as a few are killed, their attitude will immediately improve.