Chapter 383: Wish for Victory

"I will give them a chance - a chance that only requires a little courage to make these thugs pay an equal price."

The words of the messenger of God jumped into Enkui's mind like lightning that split the dark clouds.

She saw that the guards' attention was all attracted by the gods and the riot in the cave camp, and they had completely ignored the residents watching from the outside.

She saw the gangsters and smugglers fleeing everywhere, and their panic was no different from a group of rats.

She saw that the company's guards had also lost their former sharpness. They held guns, but did not dare to point them at the gods; they wanted to leave, but were afraid of being held accountable by their superiors, so they stood still for a while.

She also found that the gods surrounded by lightning in the sky, both in their movements and in their tone, had some flavor of messengers of God. Perhaps the other party's appearance in the Acropolis was the will of God.

If this is not an opportunity, then they deserve to be slaves of the company for life!

Enkui took two steps forward and grabbed the guard who was blocking the crowd. As soon as the latter turned around, he was greeted with a heavy punch.

After knocking down the guard, she picked up the other's musket and raised it high, "Now is the time, brothers! Let's go together!"

"Long live the Paradise Church!"

"For the glory of the Lord of Paradise!"

Everyone tore off the cloth covering their sleeves, revealing the uniform red armbands, and rushed towards the astonished gangster guards!

What Enkui didn't expect was that not only the guys she contacted in advance, but also many onlookers joined the team! Under her leadership, the tide of more than 400 people easily broke through the outer isolation line and rushed to the execution ground unstoppably. At this time, the guards and gangsters who reacted turned their guns and shot at the crowd. Some people were shot and fell, but soon others would fill the gap and continue to move forward with the crowd!

The fear that always existed in people's hearts seemed to no longer exist.

"The enemies at the entrance of the cave have been cleared, and they are ready to cover my charge!" Zhang Zhiyuan shouted while changing the last magazine on the side of the beach cave.

"I'm in position, go ahead!" Choi Jung-eun and Zhou Zhi said in unison.

He crouched and rushed out of the cave decisively, ready to throw grenades under the enemy's dense shooting - although the host said that he couldn't change his body in a short time, Zhang Zhiyuan was still prepared to be shot. After all, there are many gangsters in the camp. If you want to win with fewer people, someone must make sacrifices. Only by breaking through this pass can the rapid-fire weapons of the other three people give full play to their firepower advantage.

However, when Zhang Zhiyuan really rushed out of the cave, he was stunned. The enemies guarding outside had fled without a fight, leaving only a pile of guns behind the layers of sand. Looking to the west, a large number of people rushed to the beach and tangled with the gang guards and supervisors... No, to be more accurate, the gang wanted to escape, but was dragged by the angry crowd. They didn't have enough weapons, so they used fists and teeth to beat the gangsters.

He realized that the battle was over.

Enkui had the same feeling as Zhang Zhiyuan. She found that the fierce security team was not as strong as expected, or... when all the neighbors dared to stand together and face the enemy's guns, their prestige no longer existed. She even felt that even if the gods did not take action, even if there was no explosion in the camp, the more than 400 onlookers alone could achieve the final victory.

Enkui realized for the first time how powerful hundreds of people were when they had the same goals and beliefs.

What if there were a thousand people?

What about ten thousand people?

The fishermen, vendors, hunters, and craftsmen in the Acropolis added up to at least 200,000 people. How could they be ruled by the Phlogiston Company with less than a thousand people?

Perhaps the greatness of the gods does not lie in how mysterious they are or how unfathomable their strength is.

It is enough for the gods to guide the confused people and connect the hearts of humans who do not know each other.

When she strode onto the execution platform and scanned the beach and the people cheering with fists from a high place, a sense of pride arose from the bottom of her heart.

At this moment, the dark clouds also completely dispersed, and the bright sunlight once again shone on the earth, illuminating the golden sand and gravel on the ground.

"Big sister, take this!" Mare separated the crowd and handed over the blood-stained flag in his hand.

This was the signal for their uprising, but at this moment, it could also become a declaration of victory.

En Kui took the flag, raised it with one hand, and let the blood-colored cloth flutter in the sea breeze-"Long live the Lord of Paradise!"

A deafening shout suddenly broke out under the stage!

"Long live the Lord of Paradise!"

"Long live the Paradise Church!"

"Long live victory!"

Dozens of rays of light shot up into the sky, converging into a vast and pure white beam of light, flying to a dilapidated bungalow one kilometer away.

The abundant power made Chaoyang couldn't help but groan!

The willpower that had already reached the bottom quickly increased, and far exceeded the highest level a day ago. A rough estimate was that there were three or four thousand, which was enough for him to arm a force that could compete head-on with the company. More importantly, there were more than 20 white threads inside, which meant that someone had become a loyal believer of the Lord of Paradise and could provide a steady stream of wishes for a long time.

"Mission accomplished, thank you for your hard work." Chaoyang sent a message to everyone.

"Hehe, this is just what we should do." Zhou Zhi was the first to reply.

"You're welcome." Asahara Naruko bowed slightly in his direction.

"Are you tired? I'll help you massage it." Choi Jung-eun smiled and approached Zhang Zhiyuan, pinching his shoulders.

Although the latter did not speak, from the perspective of other players, he raised his mouth and knew that Zhang Zhiyuan was not opposed to such a task.

Most of the people who rushed into the beach did not stop, but continued to run towards the cave camp. Similarly, when the workers who walked out of the cave were surprised to see that their long-awaited family members were right in front of them, their extremely tired bodies ran again. The two groups of people met each other and hugged each other tightly, adding a touch of warmth to this beach that was originally full of death.

"It seems that Vanrick Yus wants to see you." Elodie said.

Seeing that the overall situation was settled, she asked Kokomochi to cast invisibility on her and flew away from the execution ground in advance. After taking off her wig and putting on a black mask, she became the messenger of the Paradise Church again. When Elodie returned to the beach, everyone who had seen her waved to her, and Enkui and others also walked towards her with Vanrick who was covered in injuries.

"You are me now, aren't you?" Chaoyang smiled, "Besides, the atmosphere has reached this point, you can't refuse the other party's gratitude."

"You not only did it, but also did far beyond my expectations. Please forgive me for doubting you before. The fishermen of the Acropolis owe you a favor!"

Enkui said excitedly as soon as they met.

Chaoyang could feel that there was a thread of wish coming from her.

"I said that the Lord of Paradise will never disappoint the people he protects. Since Vanrick Yus has been rescued, the contract is considered to be reached." Elodie nodded and replied.

"Are you the envoy of Paradise Church? The general situation... I heard Enkui tell me." Vanrick pushed away the support of others and slowly stood up with his own strength, "Nice to meet you, I am Vanrick Yus. Please allow me to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the compatriots who were rescued."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand.

Elodie shook hands with him generously, and at the same time, she was sizing up the appearance of this "elder of the fishermen" - although Vanrick was nearly sixty years old, he was quite strong, and his five fingers were covered with calluses, firm and powerful. Not only that, his eyes were bright, and there was still a blazing fire in his eyes, which did not look like a lonely widower who had suffered the pain of losing his family in his later years.

He wanted revenge, her subconscious told her.

This flame would never go out until the murderer was brought to justice.