From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 268: The Competition Begins

With the Mastermind brought to justice and the intervention of The Church's members, the believer named Maomindang was finally rescued from the Dungeon.

The man's breath was weak, but he was still alive. He bowed to the crowd, "I prayed to The Lord for salvation... You have finally come!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, he fell to his knees, weeping. "But my brother... ahhh!"

And the people in the Livestream Room finally realized exactly why The Church's delegation, led by George, had traveled thousands of kilometers to this Realm.

It was all just for this believer. It was just for this single person.

Even Bai Yang, watching from the sidelines, could feel the special amplification of Wish Power generated by this event. The Buddhist faction had gained Wish Power, and the Wish Power acquired by The Church was no less significant!

The fact that they mobilized so many people to come all this way just to save a single believer was practically a real-life version of "Saving Private Ryan." It was simply too cool.

People loved this kind of dramatic narrative, so even more Divine Faith and Wish Power converged upon them at this very moment.

"This is The Church we envision in our hearts!"

"The Roman Catholic Church! The Crusaders' holy War! Go, go, go!""The Church will eventually return to its rightful place as the master of the European continent, and all other sects will bow their heads!"

The fanatics frantically flooded the Bullet Comments, effectively pushing The Church's reputation to new heights.

At some point, this Livestream Room had unexpectedly transformed into a gathering place for religious individuals to revel, drawing even more attention to the events unfolding here.

The High-level Officials of various countries furrowed their brows even deeper; The Church's growing strength represented the weakening of their own secular authority.

Meanwhile, another group of attentive viewers naturally included the Warlords near the Kachin State.

Of course, these men were not listening to any talk of Transcendent powers or battles. Instead, what caught their attention was Mion mentioning that he wanted to "converse with the people around here," which instilled a massive sense of crisis within them!

What did this Buddhist Monk mean? Was he going to go against the numerous military forces across the entire nation just to enforce his own ideals? How could that work? How could that ever be allowed?

This Buddhist Monk wanted a ceasefire? He wanted to reduce the privileges of the clergy? He wanted to change this entire country?

These words were tantamount to forcing them to Make a Painful Sacrifice of Interests! What did the well-being of the ordinary Populace have to do with them?

As Warlords, they ruthlessly oppressed the people internally, colluded with foreign powers externally, dabbled in illegal gray-market industries on the side, and fought the occasional War. Were they not living a far too comfortable life?

Aside from those Fools in the neighboring Kokang region who were actually trying to emulate major powers by developing livelihoods, trade, and education, was this not how all the other Warlords operated?

As long as the worthless commoners suffered a little, they only had to shoulder a fraction of the responsibility, and their days would still be perfectly splendid.

Regardless, as long as they were enjoying themselves, it did not matter if the lower classes had to suffer a bit more!

But now, someone was trying to ruin their fun and force them to surrender their Interests to the nobodies. Where did this naive dreamer come from, thinking up such ridiculous ideas?

"A Transcendent Being? Hmph! Even if a true Buddha descends, he will still have to ask if the missiles in my hands agree!"

At this moment, the Warlords in the Kachin State, the Shan State, and the surrounding regions, as well as the Military Junta, were all seething with anger.

They could not accept having their Rights divided, nor could they tolerate their Interests being damaged, which was why they were infuriated.

However, while some lacked the courage to strike, others possessed both the guts and the means to take decisive action!

At the very least, outside Dakan's base, in other military outposts across the Kachin State, there were ruthless figures willing to do so!

They had witnessed Dakan's destruction and the agony he endured. Naturally, they also thought about the abhorrent messes they had left behind in their own territories.

Fear began to surface in their hearts, leaving them incredibly shocked, terrified, and full of dread!

None of them wanted to follow in Dakan's footsteps, which meant they absolutely could not allow this Buddhist Monk and the remaining Monks of The Church to survive.

Consequently, someone brazenly launched an attack, striking with the sudden, destructive fury of Divine Thunder right from the start!

"Fire our missiles at them! I do not care what kind, launch them all! Whether it is a Fuel-Air Bomb or a Cluster Bomb, fire them all!"

"I want these people to die right here! I want those Transcendent Beings to know that even with their power, so what? Do they really think they can control our fates? Do not even think about it!"

These vicious words, accompanied by the roaring flames from the missile launchers, orchestrated a terrifying symphony of death!

Many neighboring nations quickly detected the launches and urgently sent diplomatic notes to the local Military Junta to inquire about the situation.

Meanwhile, the sharper minds instantly understood the underlying reasons for this conflict and immediately began fanning the flames from the shadows!

Soon, the Vatican received the news, but the events on the ground unfolded even faster!

The time it took to make a phone call was already enough for the missiles to arrive. After all, these were not intercontinental ballistic missiles, nor were they traveling thousands of kilometers. Instead, they would strike in the blink of an eye!

Thus, the moment the missiles launched, both Mion and George looked up almost simultaneously. Then, for the first time, Saint George drew his Greatsword. Before the eyes of everyone, including the viewers in the Livestream Room, a pair of wings sprouted from his back as he took to the sky!

This was a divine trait granted by the holy sword: the ability to fly, along with the capacity to acquire Combat Power and Divine Spells through his own spiritual cultivation.

Even though The Church's Divine Spells were currently scarce, mostly deriving from Bennett Angus's developments and Caroline's Bestowals, George was still one of the most masterful users of these spells!

Because of this, he had already finished deploying his Divine Spells while soaring into the air. A magnificent barrier descended from the heavens, completely enveloping the military camp.

The Bullet Comments surged frantically at this moment:

"I knew it, I knew it! This is the true power of The Church!"

"This is the light barrier that Cardinal Bennett Angus once used! It represents the Protection of Holy Light. What is happening? Is danger approaching?"

"Oh my God, another massive event is happening? This is amazing, absolutely spectacular!"

"So thrilling, this is way too thrilling!"

Their frenzy did not last long. Due to the short distance, a white dot of Light quickly appeared on the horizon, trailing a distinct exhaust cloud behind it.

These were the incoming missiles. With their appearance, everyone instantly grew tense.

The people present began to fear for their lives, while the viewers in the Livestream Room began to worry about the survival of their precious entertainment.

Fortunately, the missiles were incredibly fast, leaving them little time to think before they arrived.

In the next second, a flash of white Light illuminated the sky, and George appeared right in the path of the incoming projectiles.

Earlier, it was Mion who had been displaying miracles in public, while this member of The Church had remained incredibly low-key. But now, with his dramatic emergence, a worldwide uproar exploded in full force!

Compared to those mere rumors, the distant scenes of blessings, and those vague, Specious Appearances, this direct display of power was much more intense, strikingly clear, and utterly jaw-dropping!

Facing the incoming missiles, this Transcendent Being from The Church showed not a single trace of Fear. Instead, he raised his Greatsword and chanted a hymn of Heaven:

"Oh heavens and firmament, tear apart and pour forth Your flames!

Jehovah is the Bedrock, the Mountain Peak, the Eternity!

Let the fierce winds tear at my feathered wings, Let the dark iron pierce my ribs, My Soul remains anchored upon Your eternal Bedrock!"

He held his Greatsword high, his stance incredibly firm and unwavering. His physical form surged with an extraordinary, solid vitality, and the Light and radiant wings on his body appeared incomparably dazzling on the screen!

And then, the missiles struck!

"Boom!" A deafening roar echoed as the resulting flames and smoke engulfed the figure in the sky. Yet, amidst a magnificent surge of Light and shadow, the blast was completely purged and dissipated!

George's figure reemerged unscathed. The scattered explosive fallout was blocked by the shield of Light, leaving everyone unharmed under its protection.

But the enemy's assault was far from over. On the distant horizon, more missiles were rapidly hurtling their way!

"Do you really think we lack a temper?" George flared with anger. These attackers truly deserved death. There were so many people here—innocents, as well as their Allies and comrades—yet the bombardment came with absolute disregard. He knew exactly what this ruthlessness meant!

Consequently, his wings of Light spread wide, and the Greatsword in his hand erupted with blinding brilliance, unleashing a terrifying Sword Projection of Light!

"Boom! Boom..."

A continuous barrage of explosions filled the air, detonating the missiles far in the distance before they could reach their target.

As the soundwaves gradually subsided, George descended from the sky and looked at Mion. "I originally had no intention of intervening in the struggles of this land, but now, I do!"

"The Lord cannot be insulted. No one is permitted to commit such atrocities—absolutely no one! Mage Mion, I shall accompany you to have a proper conversation with those people!"

Hearing this, Mion smiled. "Amitābha. Your Excellency George does not need to follow me. We can each take our own separate paths. How does that sound?"

George nodded in agreement. "Very well, we shall each take our own separate paths!"

The two men exchanged a tranquil gaze, yet everyone knew that this brief exchange had just turned this War-torn Realm into their very own arena!

Now, the competition had begun!