Chapter 48: In the Name of the Father
The crowd in the bar looked at the bizarre scene before them, then at the lightning outside, like electric snakes dancing across the sky.
For a moment, no one understood which great demon had descended upon the world, causing God to display miracles and strike this devil dead here.
However, from the demon's fully regenerated body, it was clear that God's plan had failed.
This was what the bar patrons thought before Chris's face had fully healed.
And after Chris's face regrew flesh, and the carbonized scabs fell away, revealing his appearance, a new thought arose in everyone's minds.
They exclaimed from the bottom of their hearts, 'This being truly lives up to his otherworldly nature; he has transformed so beautifully.'
Originally filled with fear towards Chris, everyone stared blankly, their eyes wide, after seeing Chris's appearance.
Mesmerized by Chris's striking features, everyone instantly changed their initial assumptions, believing that Chris being struck by lightning must have been due to some divine test.
Otherwise, how could God Almighty have allowed this heavenly being to live? God must still favor this Son of God.
Some even bolder individuals slowly approached Chris, reaching out a finger to touch his shoulder.
However, before the person's hand could touch Chris, Chris grabbed his finger and asked in confusion, "Buddy, what do you want?"
The muscular man whose finger was being held by Chris didn't care that his finger was about to break; instead, he shouted excitedly, "Oh my God! He touched me! The Son of God touched me!"
"What the hell?!"
Chris was full of confusion, completely unable to understand this person's thought process.
Especially after this person shouted and knelt, the other people in the bar also knelt, beginning to worship Chris.
Then, even more fanatics tearfully pleaded, "Son of God! Please tell us your name! We shall proclaim your might and spread your glory!"
Now Chris understood what these people were doing; they were treating him as the Son of God!
Realizing this, Chris found it somewhat amusing, and decided to roll with it. He proclaimed loudly, "You may call me Christopher, bearer of divine light!"
"In ancient times, the Father made a covenant with humanity, bringing peace to the world, returning what belongs to man to man, and what belongs to God to God!
Alas, now an evil entity, Death itself, brings chaos, disrupting the balance of life and death in the mortal world and altering the fates of innocent souls.
Because I cannot tolerate this demon's arrogant evil deeds, I have escaped my Father's notice and come to subdue this entity!"
"Alas!" Chris said, looking dejected and squeezing out a few tears, "My Father considers the covenant sacred law, not allowing us to transgress even slightly. Therefore, I had no choice but to abandon half of my divine essence and descend as a mortal to defeat this demon."
Upon hearing these words, the bar patrons were stunned, all pondering the meaning of Chris's words.
Although Chris spoke in clear English, unfortunately, some of the vocabulary was still rather biblical, making it difficult for these working-class Americans to fully grasp its meaning.
But they generally understood the gist: an angel descended to the mortal world to defeat a demon, but his father didn't allow it and punished him!
It matched! It matched what they had just witnessed!
They knew it! How could such a beautiful being be a devil? It turns out he was being tested by his father!
Believing they understood everything, everyone's expressions instantly grew more excited, and they all looked at Chris with tear-filled eyes.
One particularly enthusiastic person exclaimed, "You are none other than a messenger of God, sent to protect us from evil!"
Hearing this person's declaration, Chris nodded sagely, then with clear eyes, he said, "Let us focus on the present. I have returned to the world now only to defeat this demon, not for glory or recognition!"
Seeing that these people had been completely convinced by him, Chris immediately said to two bikers who were similar in build to him, "My brothers, I descended in haste, and all my clothes were destroyed by the Father's lightning. I wonder if you two..."
"Say no more! Take whatever you need."
Before Chris could finish speaking, the two men had already started taking off their clothes—leather jackets, shirts, jeans, belts—stripping down rapidly.
If Chris hadn't stopped them in time, they would have even handed over their underwear.
Taking the two men's clothes, Chris put them on right there in front of everyone.
After all, he was now presenting himself as divinely chosen, and with such an identity, he should certainly provide some spectacle for his followers.
For example, as he dressed, several female followers gasped excitedly, their previously pale faces instantly flushing red.
However, what displeased Chris was that several male followers also seemed rather entranced, making him wonder what they were thinking!
By the time Chris was dressed in a Terminator-style leather outfit, he looked at the diminishing rain outside and immediately understood that Death, seeing it couldn't kill him, had retreated again.
Taking advantage of Death's cooldown period, Chris didn't plan to delay and immediately prepared to find Iris to get information about Death from her.
However, before leaving, Chris looked at this group of fanatical followers he had inadvertently gathered and decided to put them to work.
Currently, Chris didn't know much about Death, only what he had learned from the movies.
But one thing Chris understood very well was that Death would add people who survived disasters to its list and then find an opportunity to kill them all.
Although Chris didn't understand the reason behind this, it didn't mean he couldn't use this fact to increase Death's workload.
Although Chris didn't know why Death was constantly targeting him, the fact that Death killed through elaborate chain reactions made Chris vaguely sense that there was something vital to Death's existence involved.
"Go! My Father's faithful, go spread the glory of God, and share his protection!
Go save those souls tormented by this evil entity, go rescue those innocent people about to be taken by Death's schemes!"
Standing at the bar entrance, Chris spread his arms and spoke with conviction, simultaneously using his enhanced physiology to make his body emit sounds like a rushing river of power.
And this display, incidentally, caused Chris's body to emit high heat from the rapid regeneration, and then an ethereal mist rose from his head as the rain evaporated.
Upon seeing this, everyone prostrated themselves again, silently reciting prayers in their hearts.
Chris hadn't expected his unintentional action to produce such a good effect, so he subtly extended his head outside the door and let a little more rainwater fall on him to maintain the effect.
Then Chris repackaged Death's method of killing through accidents as a demon taking people's souls through elaborate rituals, and then instructed everyone to strictly adhere to safety regulations.
And to go persuade others to also follow safety protocols and implement proper precautions.
In short, always confirm safety before doing anything.
After speaking intermittently for about an hour, when the sun came out, the ceiling stopped dripping, and Chris's head no longer emitted white vapor, he finally stopped his sermon.
"Alright, my children! I am going to confront this evil entity so that it can no longer harm the innocent. You must remember my teachings!"
Watching Chris's departing figure, everyone chanted in unison, "Farewell, Christopher! May you succeed in defeating the demon!"
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