The seventh year and seventh month of Shenyuan.
In the Andromeda Galaxy, God's Missionaries' migration land.
Old man Maxwell was standing on a big tree, overlooking the barbarian tribe who was conducting their sacrificial ceremony...
It was at the edge of a desert; the weather was utterly dry, with no greens on the land.
In the desert, feverish faced barbarians were all covered with a turf skirt. They were dancing hysterically while encircling beneath a stone.
On top of the stone, a young man was sitting upright. Steams were coming out from the top of his head.
Those vapors that hung in the air disappeared after a short amount of time.
After a while, the young man opened his eyes.
"God said, with sincere devotion and belief in Him, He will grant us food!"
Afterward, bags of food covered with plastic bags appeared out of nowhere. There was not much, but just enough for these people to consume.
