From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 336: They Do Not Deserve to Die, So Do We?

"What a vicious psychological blow!" Among the viewers, aside from those who placed themselves in that situation, the vast majority naturally recognized the sheer difficulty of such a choice.

This kind of choice was far too troublesome. There was no right or wrong, only a merciless attack on the mind and heart.

This was even more troublesome than the dilemma Leon had faced previously. In that dilemma, George had firmly chosen to sacrifice himself, thereby breaking the deadlock.

But this time, even if the two of them chose to do the same, what good would it do?

The right to choose was not in their hands, but in the hands of the Saintess.

Everyone was discussing how this choice should be made. The entire internet had devolved into a chaotic mess!

"It is a complete catch-twenty-two! No matter what they choose, people are going to die!"

"Yeah, why is Hell so strong? Even these two Transcendent Beings cannot beat them? What is the Church even doing?"

"It is true, the Demons are so much stronger than the Paladins..."

The moment this was said, many perceptive individuals suddenly realized another astonishing issue—the reputation of the Church had already been damaged while they were being suppressed in battle!The Demons' plan was incredibly detailed; they had even taken these psychological factors into account.

This inevitably brought up another question: "There has been no appearance of an Angel or a Saint yet. Is it because they will not show up again, or are they currently at war with Hell?"

Many people had heard about the special incident in New York, and they knew about the clash between the Archangel and the Archdemon. It was not strange for them to have such speculations.

And this was further weakening the prestige of the Church.

However, this rich characterization and unfolding drama made the concepts of the Church, Heaven, and Hell appear much more fleshed out.

It made this sense of reality far more three-dimensional, causing Wish Power to come rolling in.

This was what a true Transcendent legend should be. Had the Church not suffered countless defeats throughout history as well? No one could keep winning forever. Did this not perfectly prove the authenticity of the Church?

This caused the Wish Power to surge even more fiercely and abundantly!

Meanwhile, at the scene, the crowd was also discussing this issue, pondering a solution to the dilemma.

"Whether they stay or leave, it is fine. These two Transcendent Beings of the Church are so noble, they are not actually going to sacrifice themselves, are they?"

"It is possible... The current Church truly is completely different from how it used to be..."

Someone suddenly shouted, "Your Highness the Saintess, you cannot let them go! If they really go to save those people and end up losing the battle, not only will they die, but this entire city will be doomed!"

"Think about it! Is the real issue about their lives and the lives of those ten thousand Black people right now? No! Not at all! It is about the safety of this entire city!"

"If we lose here, will these Vampires, Werewolves, and Demons just leave? Will they turn this place into Hell?"

Hearing this, the crowds who had been deep in thought suddenly felt a chill run down their spines!

Why had they not thought of that? That was the crucial point!

They were not watching a play; they were experiencing a life-and-death crisis!

Indeed, what did the ten thousand people outside have to do with them? If the battle here was lost, it would no longer be a matter of ten thousand lives, but the lives of tens of millions of people across the entirety of Luo City and California!

If it only concerned others, they naturally would not care. After all, whether those strangers lived or died was just a topic of conversation to them.

But when it involved themselves, no one could maintain their composure. They were afraid of death, and they were terrified of being caught in the crossfire.

Now that the bloody truth was laid bare before their eyes, no one dared to speak any grand words. They only hoped that those ten thousand Black people would just drop dead, so as not to influence the Saintess's judgment!

It was just ten thousand Black people. How could their lives possibly be more important than theirs?

"Your Excellency the Saintess, look, this is what everyone truly desires!" Lucius's smile grew even more unrestrained. "You should make your choice, otherwise..."

He raised a hand, and a tablet appeared in his grasp. Displayed on the tablet was the exact situation outside the city.

They really were not bluffing. One could clearly see a massive group of Black people tied together outside the city.

Surrounding them was a horde of rabid-looking "people" gnawing viciously at the iron fences before them, desperately trying to bite their way out to "eat people"!

'These are Blood Thralls!' Caroline realized!

No wonder he said he wanted the Church's team to go over. These were the exact same Supernatural Monsters that had appeared in Illinois—monsters that even the police were utterly powerless against, requiring the army to be mobilized just to deal with them: Blood Thralls!

These monsters were the lesser subordinates of Vampires, a mindless swarm driven only by primal instinct. However, their bodies were incredibly tough. Ordinary bullets could not pierce them; only armor-piercing rounds or large-caliber weapons could do the job. If the police went over there, they would simply be throwing their lives away right alongside the captives.

Only Transcendent Beings could deal with Transcendent Beings. This was already an established truth, but now, even Caroline found herself in a difficult position.

The words those people had just spoken were not entirely unreasonable. After all, if they lost the battle here and were left without reinforcements, they would truly be waiting for death!

At this moment, Bishop Angus had already headed to another state, and the Church was over half the globe away. It seemed they did not even have any reinforcements left.

"I have made my decision!" Caroline declared, facing the crowd before her. "John, take your men outside the city and save them!"

"Yes, Your Highness the Saintess!" The Monks and Bishops did not harbor any second thoughts. Since the Church's system was now highly refined, the Saintess's orders were absolute in the absence of Bishop Angus and the Pope. They moved out rapidly.

Witnessing this scene, Lucius laughed. "It seems the Saintess truly devotes her heart to the people! To think you would willingly sacrifice two of the Church's future Angels for the descendants of these Black Slaves?"

Hearing his taunt, the surrounding people could hold back no longer and loudly pleaded, "Your Highness the Saintess, please do not do this! Even if you save those people by doing this, something terrible might happen to everyone else!"

"That is right! If Luo City falls, it will all be for nothing!"

"Please save the two Warriors of the Church first! They are barely holding on!"

Those were just the mild-tempered ones. The quick-tempered ones directly began cursing. "Truly worthy of being the Saintess! You really know how to fish for fame and compliments! For the sake of ten thousand people, you are dragging the entire city to our deaths!"

"Yeah, her choice is all well and good for her image, but what about us?"

"They do not deserve to die, so does that mean we do?"

Under this barrage of insults, the decline in the Church's reputation was almost visible to the naked eye.

Beyond this drop in prestige, widespread panic erupted. Some had already begun contacting nearby planes and ships, eager to flee the area as quickly as possible!

After all, a spectacle could be watched anytime, but they only had one life to live!

This chaos caused Lucius to nod in deep satisfaction. This exact pandemonium was precisely what Hell needed. Such profound malice and disorder would elevate the power it brought them to an entirely new level.

"So these are Demons. Their manipulation of the human heart is simply unfathomable!"

Someone commented online, drawing widespread agreement. It also made quite a few recall the words they had heard earlier from the Archdemon named Gaap!

Since worshipping a Demon God could bring such incredible power, why shouldn't they give it a try?

Dark desires began to flicker in the depths of their hearts.

As for Nuland and the others who received the news, they only felt as if they had been struck by an unprovoked disaster!

"What the hell?" Nuland's face turned completely pale. "Why is this happening? Can someone please explain to me what is going on?"

She looked at the staff members gathered before her, feeling that Luo City was simply cursed with endless disasters. The previous crisis had not even fully passed yet; they were still squabbling over the fallout and compensation for that Tornado, and the people Golden Hair had sent earlier were still giving them grief.

How long had it even been? Another incident? And here of all places?

"Your Excellency the Governor, it most likely stems from our previous schemes... Because we plotted to force the Church into using the Saintess to boost their reputation, Hell responded by sending over the Supernatural Monsters from New York and Illinois..."

Hearing this, Nuland flew into a rage. "Did I ask you to come here to shift the blame? I brought you here to think of a solution!"

"My advice is that we should probably just run... If the Church is defeated and those Werewolves and Vampires break loose, it will be too late for us to escape!"

Hearing this, Nuland hastily lifted her head. "Right, right, right! We need to leave first. Forget leaving Luo City, let's just get out of the main urban district for now..."

After all, they highly valued their own lives...

It was just a pity that the vast majority of the people in this city would not be able to escape!

Meanwhile, back at Caroline's location, the young woman said nothing in the face of the overwhelming accusations from the crowd. She calmly knelt down. "I will bear the full consequences of the choice I have made! I am not Joan of Arc, I am Caroline. Teacher once said that I am the most beloved follower of the Lord in this Mortal Realm!"

"The Lord will not forget this place!"

She was going to wager her very life and faith to carve out a future for this city!