Even the choir of the Atlanta Catholic Archdiocese doesn't have that vibe.
"We..."
Brother Ni took a deep breath, forced himself to say that extremely awkward phrase.
"We are Jesus's younger brother, God's second son, and the righteous fists under the command of Hong Tianwang."
What the hell is this?
The priest knew that Atlanta was filled with cults, each interpreting the Bible in their own way. Some claim to be the reincarnation of Jesus, others say they are God's messengers, mutually incompatible, but you...
Even in a place like Atlanta, filled with sinister dealings, daring to say you're God's son, Jesus's younger brother, you're the first, and more bizarre than others, pushing the bounds of audacity.
"Now, we represent the orders of the Great Wester... Hong Tianwang."
Ruzuo almost slipped, misspeaking, but quickly corrected himself.
"Give up your superior's and your fellow party's identity and position."
