A single shot brought down the cross from above; half of the church was destroyed, and the believers crouching on top fell straight down, vomiting blood on the ground.
F*ck...
Seeing this situation, some indecisive believers quickly raised a white flag.
God loves all mankind...
But the caliber of that cannon doesn't love me.
In less than half an hour, the shouting priest was dragged before the team-leading captain.
"Do you believe in Jesus now, or do you believe in Victor?" the captain asked, looking at him.
The priest was obviously beaten, his face covered in blood. Lifting his head and mustering strength from who knows where, he raised his hand, "Faith is not a crime!"
The captain nodded with approval, "I admire your humor. Take him away and burn him!"
"What?" The priest was startled. As the soldiers came over to drag him away, he finally panicked, "Wait! Wait!"
I'm just pretending!
You want to burn me alive?
What era is this? It's not the Middle Ages.
