Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 895: Chapter 715: Light of the Green Day_2

Give it a try!

Since we’re already here...

With such thoughts in mind, Lawrence, feeling a youthful boldness, took the marker pen, and scrutinized Sanship’s body.

He tentatively drew a line, then another, and added another line... Before he realized it, a crooked creation was already finished.

At first glance, it looked quite decent, surprising that his skills hadn’t waned over the years. Lawrence instantly felt a wave of nostalgia: ”How’s this?”

”Not bad, but it’s missing a bit of color and spirit.”

Huai Shi took the pen, leaned over, and started to fill in the gaps beside it: ”See like this, and like this, then like this... isn’t it much better now?”

Lawrence’s eyes lit up: ”You can add a bit here too!”

”Then if we do it like this...”

Some time later, the fainted FlyYuan Devil let out a hoarse moan, about to wake up completely.

Meanwhile, the two immersed in artistic creation finally finished their masterpiece.

They bowed their heads, admired their joint artwork, exchanged glances, and nodded in satisfaction.

Couldn’t resist giving a high-five.

Bravo!

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The drone in the sky quietly overlooked the whole process, watching as the Huaizhi Gang left without looking back. Some time after, FlyYuan Devil woke up, waking Sanship and Nue on the ground, and fled in panic.

”That’s it? That’s it?”

In front of the screen, Chiba Ryouni clicked his tongue in displeasure, raising his eyes: ”You old fogey just deceives me like this? I say, this Huaizhi Gang is just useless, not even daring to kill — what are they doing in the Extreme Path?

”No hurry.”

Tobio tapped his fan to soothe: ”It’s not over yet, is it? Huaizhi Gang assured me they would definitely reclaim honor for the Alliance. You gotta have some trust in the young ones, right?”

Before he finished speaking, the drone footage suddenly went black.

The old man froze in place, not yet feeling the awkwardness, when the screen lit up again.

This time, it switched to Light Illumination’s Church’s outreach center...

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By the time Sanship Longma and his group fled embarrassed to Kyoto’s outreach center, half an hour had passed.

Sanship Longma, panting heavily, barely had a chance to speak when the envoy from the Pope coldly reminded him: ”Main Priest Sanship, you’re late. The ceremony has started, and because of you, the Holy Woman has already spoken for half an hour more.”

”Something happened on the way! I was attacked! Attacked!”

Sanship frantically defended himself, but was interrupted by the envoy before finishing.

”Being unharmed proves the issue wasn’t major. The Holy Lord’s decree is to get on stage swiftly.” The envoy coldly reminded. ”You should know how important this ceremony is to us.

This is the third time the Holy Lord urged you. She’s furious, very furious—”

In the silence, Sanship swallowed dryly, nodding frantically.

”Just give me three minutes, three minutes please...”

He had to tidy himself up, or else with this dirty appearance, it’d be impossible to preach or deliver teachings; stepping up would have everyone thinking he’s begging.

In the washroom, he hastily changed clothes, washed his face and hands, and returned now as a solemn and dignified envoy of light.

Regardless of personal qualities or past deeds, climbing to the position of High Priest with a common man’s identity is proof enough of Sanship Longma’s talent.

No matter what happened, once he entered the state, his mood swiftly calmed, far removed from panic and unease. He even cast aside his hatred for that group of attackers.

Receiving the exquisite and solemn scepter from the assistant’s hands, he again transformed into the projection of the Holy Spirit on earth.

He had just entered backstage when he heard the gentle and merciful female voice from the front stage.

”As the saying goes, endless revenge — once you pick up the knife, the original sin begins to corrode your soul. Only forgiveness and an equal heart can lead us across discrimination and prejudice, human original sin and karmic obstacles—”

On the stage, in a simple teaching robe, full of compassion, the Holy Woman raised her hands, calling to the believers and audience below:

”Lay down your knives and hatred, dear believers, and join hands with former enemies; board the ship of love, and cross the sea of suffering in this mortal world.

No matter how cold the world, it will become as bright and expansive as a golf course...”

Below the stage, those fanatics were already tearful. If this wasn’t the solemn outreach center, they would have long been dancing and cheering.

The Holy Mother’s teachings are so wonderful!

Joy of hearing the truth, indescribable!

Under the divine light’s illumination, everyone revealed a smile longing for happiness.

Touched by this atmosphere, even the guests in the VIP seats who were invited showed expressions of agreement involuntarily.

Gained some insight.

As the Holy Woman’s teachings concluded, the fervent applause nearly lifted the roof off.

Everyone was immersed in this earthly paradise under illumination.

When the applause finally subsided, timing the moment heat waned perfectly, the Holy Woman promptly spoke, gesturing towards the backstage:

”Now, please welcome Main Priest Sanship to join me in discussing — when cultivation reaches the Domain of Light, the marvelous transformation of soul and consciousness.”

Thus, amid sacred and solemn chant, Sanship stepped forward, waved to the audiences, and showed a benevolent smile.