In the afternoon, three days after the Leonid meteor shower erupted, Sassim finally woke up.

He found himself lying in a dimly lit corridor at the Nairobi Municipal Hospital. It was full of panicked people, all of them swaying around like hornets out of direction. He looked at them in bewilderment, and no one came to tell him what terrible calamity had happened.

It seems that the hospital is already overcrowded, because there are not enough beds, and the less serious wounded are thrown in the aisles.

Sasim was also a minor wounded: he was covered with a bloody bandage on his head, and only then did the right half of his body regain consciousness, and part of it would never come back - he lost his right leg in the explosion.

However, compared to Daru, who has been shattered, Sasim should not only not be sad, but should also be glad for himself.

On the night of the 13th, Nairobi, the capital of Kenya, was hit by a severe meteor shower, and the buildings in the city were destroyed extensively, and all the people who had time to escape from their homes were crowded on the streets, and the security situation in the city deteriorated sharply.

The most severely damaged units are those associated with the United Nations, and as long as they get a little touch, none of them will be spared. Three days later, the death toll in and out of Nairobi surged to 3,000, making it the deadliest death toll since the formation of the African Democratic Union in Kenya that year.

However, during the same time period, Kenya was not the only country in Africa that had a devastating disaster, from the 13th to the 15th, several cities that had set up United Nations offices, such as Geneva and Vienna in Europe, Santiago in Latin America, Beirut in the Middle East, etc., all had different types of catastrophic events, but the same degree of destruction, such as the explosion of a natural gas pipeline buried in the ground without warning, and the hail of nearly one meter in diameter falling from the sky. The most terrifying of all was San Diego, whose civil aviation control system was paralyzed by electromagnetic interference of unknown origin, which lasted for a full 10 minutes, and dozens of civil airliners that had just taken off or were about to land collided in the air, and the wreckage of the planes smashed directly into the ground buildings.

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On the night of the 15th, more than 200 people who appeared to be religious believers gathered in a country church 150 kilometers from the center of Nairobi.

These people are dressed in different attires and are supposed to come from all walks of life, but at least half of them wear the big robes that astrologers often wear. Their ages also vary, with the oldest being in their eighties and the youngest being held in their mother's arms. Instead of talking to each other, they sat quietly on the benches and waited, and no one prayed to the image of the crucifixion of Jesus.

A crisp bell rang, and then a priest in a glittering white robe walked up to the podium with a metal glass filled with red wine, presumably the legendary Holy Grail.

It is only then that people make a very consistent action – removing the headscarf or hat they wear on their heads.

Then they pulled their hair behind their ears and at the temple above the left ear, revealing a small, iron-like scar, thus confirming their identity to the priest - the Resurrected.

"My dearest earthlings friends," the priest opened his mouth to speak, and it became clear that he was not a real "person" at all, but an extremely realistic holographic projection.

He introduced himself: "My name is Bodming, and you are used to calling me Birdman, which is said to be an insulting term in some countries on Earth. But I don't care, because the scientific walker is magnanimous and benevolent, and never deals with a human group that is humbler than ants. Are you happy about my arrival? ”

"Master, Savior who has reborn us from sorrow, we are so fortunate to see Your true face in our lifetime than true religious believers! Because they have spent their lives believing in God, they can only draw a picture of God by imagination. But how lucky we are to not only see you, but also to be able to listen to your admonitions at your feet! A middle-aged astrologer standing in the front row confessed to the priest with great humility.

Bodmin, I don't know if it was the birdman who replaced the image of Hermes with the image of a priest, cleared his throat to hide his weakness. He wanted to laugh, because he didn't even have a concept of what the proton man looked like, so how could these earthlings use "seeing" to describe this meeting?

However, he came for business, and was too lazy to dwell on trivial matters with the stupid earthlings, so he continued to say with the kind face that the priest was accustomed to: "Very good, we have a deep relationship with each other, and in return for knowing how to be grateful to you, I am willing to give you the honor of conquering the first echelon of the earth." My born-again children, if the science walker takes root in your hearts like gods, you will not hesitate to start fighting! Two months later, the Monument of Time will open the gates to Earth for the gods from the Dark Star, a super-nuclear propelled tower, a cosmic city that will obscure all visible skies on the Earth's surface. The Earth will become a large room as a whole, and you can still call the room home, and your right to exist as earthlings will not be affected in any way by our coming. ”

"Hooray! Long live our Savior! It is you who have given us a second life, and in two months we will be reborn again and eternal life to our souls in the light of your radiance! ”

As if by reciting the Bible, the people threw their pre-remembered eulogies to Bordmin, whose countenances were as devout as those of the people who stood at the foot of the cross and prayed to the crucifixion of Jesus.

More than two hundred people knelt on the ground in order, showing their loyalty with the most solemn and self-deprecating etiquette of mankind, but only a tall, thin man of about forty or fifty years of age, whose skin was so dark that he could reflect the light, stood still. On his left sideburn, there is also a scorch left by a soldering iron.

"Is there, my poor boy, anything in particular you would like to say to me?" There was no expression on Bodming's glowing fat face, and he only asked stiffly at the tall and thin man.

"My savior, eleven years ago, when I was crushed under the wheel of a truck and was about to choke, it was you who saved me with a microchip and allowed me to live with my wife and son to this day. You have also given me the nuclear disk, and I will be able to walk the streets of Nairobi safe and sound when the human race of the earth is facing the catastrophe of destruction. But my wife and children, will you really be able to escape death by hiding in an underground bomb shelter, as you promised? And even if they could, what would be the fate of the rest of my fellow Africans? Savior, I beg your pardon for being unreasonable, I don't think that the actions you will take will be a disaster for the humanity of the planet, so please forgive me for not being able to participate. ”