Chapter 2433: Chapter 1095: The Gospel Sounds, Entering Wang Cheng!

The downpour was relentless, and the raindrops as large as fava beans were painful on the skin.

The thatched shelter wasn’t big, and the edges couldn’t keep out the wind and rain, already crowded by Lin Baici and his men.

The towering armored soldiers completely ignored them and rushed over in a hurry, squeezing into the shelter.

The clanging sound of armor, scabbards, and long spears, was powerful, as if suffused with the smell of blood.

Except for Lin Baici and his few associates, others quickly made way and vacated the shelter.

They would rather be drenched than experience the contamination of the rules.

The soldiers saw a few people hadn’t left and immediately fixed fierce and brutal gazes on them, as if ready to draw swords and behead them at any moment.

Lin Baici glanced at these soldiers and then turned his attention to the believers, frowning.

Why are there foreigners?

Could they not be human?

These criminals were all dressed in the same style of gray prison uniforms.

Short linen pants reaching the calves, straw sandals on their feet, and a short jacket on the upper body, with the fabric being as economical as possible.

Moreover, the sizes were ill-fitting, worn-out, and stained with blood that couldn’t be washed out, clearly stripped from dead bodies, a waste not.

They all had shaved heads, heavy wooden clamps on their hands, and not a single uninjured spot on their bodies.

Now, the rain washed over their wounds, causing them to grimace in pain.

"Squat down!"

A soldier shouted, ordering those criminals to squat by the shelter.

"Godfather?"

An Indian man recognized Dudek, immediately crying out and rushing from the crowd.

As he moved, the soldiers became instantly alert, drawing swords, unsheathing blades, bending bows, and notching arrows, ready to suppress a prisoner uprising.

Thud!

The Indian man knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly: "Godfather, save me!"

Whoosh!

A feather arrow shot into his calf, and two soldiers quickly approached, while others stayed alert to the criminals and kept an eye on Dudek and his group. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Ah!"

The Indian man screamed in agony.

Two soldiers went over and roughly kicked him.

Damn it!

Always causing trouble in the rain, making us deal with you all soaked.

"Godfather, save me!"

The Indian man hugged his head, wailing in the muddy ground, soon covered in dirt.

There were still modern people among the prisoners, but they weren’t as reckless as this Indian man and didn’t call for help.

Because they would definitely be beaten or even killed.

The Indian man kept rolling and yelling, dirtying the soldiers and stoking their fire, one of them simply swung his sword at his neck.

Crack!

The Indian man’s head fell to the ground with a thud, blood gushing wildly and mixing with rainwater, dyeing a large area red.

From the appearance of the Indian man to when he cried for help, not even a minute had passed, yet the soldiers in the shelter had completely dispersed.

They held their weapons, in a combat formation, surrounding Dudek and his group.

Because the Indian man sought aid from Dudek, and this person exuded authority and presence, looking like the leader, so the soldiers focused on him.

Unhurriedly, Dudek took out a thick tome, opened it.

"God loves all!"

Dudek began preaching God’s gospel.

His voice was low, not loud, but even the downpour couldn’t drown it, resonating clearly in everyone’s ears.

After hearing a few words, the mood of the crowd, made foul by traveling in the rain, slightly improved.

Xia Hongyao reached out and poked Lin Baici.

Lin Baici turned back.

"Don’t listen!"

The high ponytail held her ears: "Don’t even try to understand what he’s saying!"

"Or your mind will be affected!"

"Yeah!"

Lin Baici nodded.

Dudek wasn’t specifically targeting Lin Baici and his group, but he wouldn’t avoid them either. If you’re influenced by my ’gospel,’ it only shows you’re too weak.

Dudek chanted for about a minute, suddenly a soldier knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and laid down his weapon.

"Resolved?"

The crowd was excited, relieved not to have to fight.

More and more soldiers knelt down, their devout demeanor like confessing to God.

The commander, the highest-ranking officer among the soldiers, suddenly shouted and charged at Dudek with his sword.

He only took three steps before his head exploded with a bang.

Some blood splattered, but what flew towards Dudek was blocked by an invisible barrier.

Thud!

The body fell.

"Godfather!"

"We’re free!"

"Hurrah!"

Modern people among the believers, seeing Dudek control the soldiers, immediately cheered excitedly.

An Indian who had been terribly abused, newly freed, instantly lunged at the soldier who had beaten him the worst, not caring about the clamps on his hands, and picked up a long sword intending to kill him and take revenge.

"Kneel!"

Dudek commanded.

Thud!

The Indian’s body was uncontrollable, directly kneeling on the ground.

"Where are you from? Where are you heading?"

Dudek asked a soldier who was clearly an officer.

"We came from Wang Cheng, escorting these prisoners to the border."

"Where is Wang Cheng?"

The soldier pointed: "Seventy li in that direction!"

Everyone turned, looking that way, heavy with thought.

No need to ask,

that’s where the gods dwell.

"Who is the most powerful in Wang Cheng?"

Dudek speculated Lin Baici had prophecy-related Divine Grace, otherwise how could he have chosen the path so accurately?

In honesty, without Lin Baici, who knows how long they would have wandered in these divine ruins.