"Just as I thought," Shawn muttered to himself.
In his eyes, at least so far, Elynn's performance was not enough to equate him with Shawn's 'imaginary enemy'.
This made Shawn a little disappointed; he had originally thought he could come here for a good fight.
But then, Shawn thought of another point.
How did Elynn, in such a mental state, control the entire Zealots organization?
One could even say that he, like the Zealots, had flaws in his spiritual world and needed an imaginary existence to save him.
Such people often couldn't even face their own fears; how could he control the minds of others and brainwash them?
This was clearly illogical.
But if one thought differently.
What if this Elynn was just a puppet on the surface, and all Zealots outwardly obeyed his teachings, and the Zealots had only one ruler?
But in reality, many Supporterss of Elynn were hidden among the Zealots, and the so-called 'Elynn's teachings' were merely the collective will of all the Supporterss.
They silently manipulated Elynn's every word and action from behind the scenes, and even the 'Scriptures' were fabricated by them collectively.
It seemed that… this gradually made sense.
Similarly.
This also explained why, even though all brainwashed Zealots believed Shawn was 'God,' some people still couldn't sit still and stood up to question him.
Because they weren't Zealots in the first place; they hadn't been brainwashed; they were just opportunists of the apocalypse who collectively forged this grand lie.
If a fitting description was needed.
Then the Zealots were patients in a mental hospital, and these Supporterss were all doctors.
Unlike ordinary mental hospitals, their duty was to make the patients fall into a deeper nightmare, unable to wake up.
Elynn, who seemed to be the director of the mental hospital, might just be a puppet they pushed forward, a mere figurehead.
Shawn had seen this situation before, for example: personal IPs.
A face is the biggest brand, the representative of authenticity.
All Zealots knew Elynn, and they controlled Elynn, so naturally, they controlled everyone.
Thinking of this, Shawn looked at the person who had stood up.
His skin was also somewhat pale, but this paleness was a little different from the usual paleness of the Zealots.
"Why do you still resist the will of God?"
Shawn's direct question stumped him.
Aren't I supposed to be asking you?
How did it suddenly become you asking me?
He was momentarily unable to react, and then the person beside him stood up.
"You are Chinese; why are you impersonating our God? What are your intentions?"
This man had shoulder-length hair and a finely trimmed mustache on his lips.
Under the slightly dim light of the spotlight, Shawn could see that his complexion seemed much better than those around him, with a hint of rosiness.
As he spoke to Shawn, his eyes glowed faintly green in the dimness, and he looked directly into Shawn's eyes, questioning him with a somewhat composed tone.
Compared to the previous person, his thoughts were clear, and he instantly grasped the main point again.
But seeing this scene, Shawn was not annoyed; instead, he chuckled softly.
'Still not steady enough; they couldn't sit still so quickly. Just a little provocation and they all jumped out themselves.'
Shawn glanced sideways at Elynn, who was slumped on the wooden floor, then turned his full attention to the long-haired man.
Shawn took a step forward.
"John 4:24 says: God is spirit, and his worshipers must worship in the Spirit and in truth."
"So from this, we can know that God is not a specific person, but a spiritual entity."
"His salvation is universal, not limited by race or gender."
"But what do you mean by questioning me like this now?"
"Are you a racist?!"
As Shawn softly shouted, all the Zealots subconsciously looked at the long-haired man.
It seemed that even after being brainwashed, the words 'racism' could still elicit a reaction from him, because in America, this was already ingrained in everyone's DNA.
Admittedly, Shawn's statement also did not directly answer why he was 'God.'
But not falling into the 'self-proving trap' was Shawn's best response.
As the saying goes, learn from the barbarians to defeat the barbarians; use magic to defeat magic.
Your God is unsolvable, and my 'inability to breathe' is also a fact; what can you do to me?
"You…"
The long-haired man was so stunned by Shawn's punch that he couldn't recover. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
It seemed like God was fighting against racism, but in reality, it was 'God' fighting against man.
They believed in God, but they themselves were human, so they were simply cornered on both sides.
"You lie!"
"God preaches universal love, but that doesn't mean God is Chinese!"
"You came from who knows where, interrupted our baptism ceremony, burned our holy scriptures, and are shamelessly claiming to be God!"
"Are you not afraid that when God knows, He will send down holy fire to burn away sins, turning you to ashes?!"
The two seemed to be partners; when the long-haired man couldn't answer, the man next to him started again. Were they really like the Hum and Ha Generals?
However, after hearing his accusatory remarks, Shawn couldn't help but shake his head.
Is this the offensive power of Americans?
It didn't even hurt as much as my second uncle's dog biting. They just kept clinging to that phrase 'You lie' back and forth, making it seem like Shawn owed some unfaithful debt.
Shawn, with a flick of his hand, instantly put away the Crescent Blade he was holding, constantly displaying his divine power.
He took two steps towards the center of the auction stage, placing himself under the spotlight, and his gaze swept over the faces of all the Zealots present.
"If you believe in God and what you worship, then you certainly wouldn't be unaware of the Trinity."
"God is both transcendent over all and immanent within the created world."
"This means that when you two define God with your narrow perspectives and consciousness, you are limiting Him within the realm of created beings, which is already violating His transcendence!"
"You always claim to be God's most devout followers, adhering to God's core theology of 'others are demons'."
"But why do you question God?"
Who can't sling mud?
Shawn directly equated their questioning of him not being God with their opposing and questioning God.
I ask you, can you take this punch?
At this, it was the two of them who simultaneously opened their mouths, their expressions blank.
They always felt that what Shawn said made so much sense, yet deep down, they felt something was off. They wanted to find a rebuttal but couldn't think of anything or articulate it.
Just seeing Shawn's face, meeting his gaze, and feeling his oppressive presence that made it hard to breathe.
The two of them almost didn't know what to say; their minds were blank.
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