Chapter 1311 - 426: We Are the King’s Envoys, God’s Emissaries, Celestial Stealth Soldiers!

Chapter 1311: Chapter 426: We Are the King’s Envoys, God’s Emissaries, Celestial Stealth Soldiers!

Boom!

Another shot from the Democracy Cannon was fired towards the building, hitting a different floor this time.

The Hell Diver who rushed out quickly adjusted their physical state before yelling and announcing their arrival, charging at the Camaguey soldiers on that floor.

The New Dynasty Elegance changed the Yihe Tuan slogans to the Super Earth’s motto, spreading rapidly among the Hell Divers.

When they cut people, they would howl as if inviting General Bulashit’s spirit into them, making them immune to weapons and invincible to the elements, almost like they’re drinking potion and performing rituals.

In the eyes of those Cubans, they seemed like witch warriors muttering incantations, charging forward with shrieks.

Yet the high conversion rate of subcutaneous implants and external bulletproof armor made them truly appear impervious to bullets, with small caliber rifles clattering uselessly against them.

Some lower-ranked troops were dumbfounded seeing this.

In a place rife with low-level education and religious superstition, this tactic was sheer brilliance.

South America and Latin America were originally Catholic territories with extensive belief networks, and religion is the opium of the poor.

Some Camaguey soldiers so terrified they wet their pants tossed their guns to the ground, crying and bowing feverishly, pleading "God, don’t kill me," "Holy Mother, Jesus save me," and the like.

If Jesus were real, he might struggle to find even ten righteous people here; he’d want to wipe them out first.

Looking at the Camaguey soldiers prostrate before them, banging their heads, the Truth Department didn’t immediately kill them but instead got playful, recalling a tip from New Dynasty Elegance regarding the Roman Legion.

He bent over, grabbed the soldier’s face, nearly pressing his forehead against the soldier’s.

In the soldier’s view, it was an infinitely magnified helmet of the Super Earth Truth Department, a powerful pressure sucking the bones out of him, leaving him trembling like a chick gripped by the opponent.

"I’ll say it once, so listen well."

The demonic whisper echoed from beneath the helmet.

"We are messengers sent by God, Celestial Stealth Soldiers, and our superior is God’s second son, Jesus’ brother, the Heavenly King of Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, Hong Xiuquan!"

"We came to save you pathetic souls corrupted by the devil’s poison, you understand?"

To a religious illiterate, speaking of democracy or freedom is nonsense.

Their brains are so fossilized that it would take a decade to comprehend; they can’t count to two digits, for them to quickly capitulate,

one sentence, I’m damn sent by God!

Oppose me, and you’re heretic!

Going to Hell!

As for whether God has any second son, if Jesus actually has a brother, and from where Hong Xiuquan springs, why priests never mentioned it before,

to the superstitious, these are irrelevant, with a gun pointed at their head, they’ll convince themselves.

Whoever wields the bigger fist, the authority to interpret scriptures belong to them.

The drooling, nearly idiotic Camaguey soldier nodded feverishly.

As long as they survive, whatever you say goes, noncompliance means ending as the scattered corpses around.

"Understood, understood."

Seeing the intimidation successful, the Truth Department released the soldier’s head, took a megaphone from his waist, and tossed it to the soldier.

"Hold this, come with me to persuade surrender. When I tell you to shout, say we’re celestial soldiers descended, urge them not to side with the devil, or we’ll personally kick them into hell; when not allowed to shout, remain silent."

As for the aftermath, how long will it take to eradicate this superstition.

It’s as always, not the player’s concern; they’re here to enjoy themselves, naturally doing what feels good.

Then a jaw-dropping scene unfolded within the building.

The Truth Department people charged ahead hacking fiercely, concurrently ordering that Camaguey soldier to yell for the remaining folks to surrender to the envoy sent by Heavenly King Hong Xiuquan.

"Hell Diver is Celestial Soldier, sent by Jesus’ sibling!"

"Doing no second business here! Killing wicked, aiding poor, saving people!"

But grunt soldiers and lower officers could surrender, middle to upper ranks leave none, raising arms in resistance means slaughter.

Even quick kneeling ends the same.

Inside the building, massive commotion occurred, while Egyptian Beauty who didn’t take position in the turret joined the ground forces in a full-scale assault on the defenses surrounding the building.

"Wryyyyyy!!!"

Already equipped with curated Power Armor, claiming it and dyeing it gold as his "The World," he shouted.

"The World! Tokiyo, Tomale!"

Sianweistan activation accelerated, raising a heavy shield with his right hand, initiating a charge within the bunker’s gunfire.

The Power Armor provided such astonishing stats, he went like a real dual-AA panel stand-in, flipping a Humvee head-on, hurling the gunner off it.

As he boiled with excitement, preparing to lead troops into the Sun Mansion, he suddenly observed the Truth Department activity within the building on legion channel.

This astonished the Cuba-originated Egyptian Beauty of British lineage, presently Chinese-American.

"Nani? Celestial Stealth Soldiers? Does this game have a religious victory path?"

During his time in America, he visited many churches, not to mention there’s a recently captured Carmen church in Santa Clara.

Such religious structures emphasize art, with sculptures, murals, stained glass uncompromised.