The crowd in the bar looked at the bizarre scene before them, then at the lightning outside, like electric snakes dancing.
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 devil'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 devil truly lives up to his reputation for seducing human souls; 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 beauty, everyone instantly changed their initial assumptions, believing that Chris being struck by lightning must have been due to some hidden hardship.
Otherwise, how could God, the Elder, have allowed this fallen angel to live? God must still love 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 heck?!"
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, then he proclaimed loudly, "You may call me Hong Xiuquan!"
"In ancient times, the Father God 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 demon, the God of Death, brings chaos, disrupting the balance of life and death in the human world and altering the fates of mortals.
Because I cannot tolerate this demon's arrogant evil deeds, I have escaped the Father God's notice and come to subdue this demon!"
"Alas!" Chris said, looking dejected and squeezing out a few tears, "My Father God considers the covenant an iron law, not allowing us to transgress even a jot. Therefore, I had no choice but to abandon half of my divine body and descend as a mortal to subdue this demon."
Upon hearing these words, the bar patrons were stunned, all pondering the meaning of Chris's words.
Although Chris had translated his speech into English, unfortunately, some of the vocabulary was still too profound, making it difficult for these working-class Americans to understand its meaning.
But they generally understood the gist: an angel descended to the human world to subdue a demon, but his father didn't allow it and punished him!
It matched! It matched what they had just seen and thought!
They knew it! How could such a beautiful person be a devil? It turns out it was because he was punished 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 clever person exclaimed, "You are none other than the Second Son of God, the younger brother of Jesus, His Majesty the Heavenly King who once occupied more than half of the East!"
Hearing this person blurt out a string of titles, Chris was momentarily stunned, then with clear eyes, he said, "Let bygones be bygones. I have returned to the world now only to subdue demons, not for anything else!"
Hearing Chris's ambiguous reply, the man became even more convinced, and immediately began to educate the others who were still dazed about the deeds of Heavenly King Hong.
Seeing that these people had been completely convinced by him, Chris immediately said to two bikers who were similar in build to him, "My two brothers, I descended in a hurry this time, and all my clothes were damaged by the Father God's lightning. I wonder if you two..."
"Enough, enough! No need for underwear."
Before Chris could finish speaking, the two men had already started taking off their clothes—jackets, short-sleeved shirts, leather pants, belts—stripping completely naked in the time it took to say two sentences.
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 the Son of God, and with such a grand and righteous identity, he certainly had to bestow some benefits upon his followers.
For example, as he stood up, several female followers gasped excitedly, their previously pale faces instantly flushing red.
However, what displeased Chris was that several male followers also swallowed, truly wondering what they were thinking!
By the time Chris was dressed in a Terminator-style outfit, he looked at the diminishing rain outside and immediately understood that the God of Death, seeing he couldn't do anything to him, had retreated again.
Taking advantage of the God of Death's cooldown period, Chris didn't plan to delay and immediately went to find Iris to get information about the God of Death from her.
However, before leaving, Chris looked at this group of fanatical followers he had inadvertently gathered and decided to put them into action.
Currently, Chris didn't know much about the God of Death, only what he had learned from movies.
But one thing Chris understood very well was that the God of Death would add people who survived due to plot reasons to his list and then find an opportunity to send them all away.
Although Chris didn't understand the reason behind this, it didn't mean he couldn't use this point to increase the God of Death's workload.
Although Chris didn't know why the God of Death was constantly targeting him, the fact that the God of Death killed through the butterfly effect made Chris vaguely sense that there was something vital to the God of Death's existence involved.
"Go! My Father's followers, go spread the glory of my Father God, and propagate his gospel!
Go save those lambs tormented by the evil demon, go rescue those poor souls about to be taken by the evil demon!"
Standing at the bar entrance, Chris spread his arms and chanted loudly, simultaneously using his surging blood to make his body emit sounds like a rushing river.
And this act of feigning a miracle, incidentally, caused Chris's body to emit high heat, and then an ethereal mist rose from his head.
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.
Then Chris repackaged the God of Death's method of killing through accidents as the devil taking people's souls through rituals, and then admonished everyone to strictly adhere to safety regulations.
And to go and persuade other lost lambs to also follow safety regulations and implement fire safety measures.
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 smoke, he finally stopped his sermon.
"Alright, children! I am going to slay that evil demon so that he can no longer harm people. You must remember my teachings!"
Watching Chris's departing figure, everyone chanted in unison, "Farewell, Heavenly King, may the Heavenly King succeed in subduing the demon!"