From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 338: In the Midst of Despair, Hope is Born

At this moment, only a single emotion enveloped the entirety of Luo City: despair.

They could not see any possibility of victory; all they could see was a frail young woman praying.

This news also spread across the globe, reaching the eyes of everyone paying attention.

Even Golden Hair appeared incredibly grave. Watching the situation unfold, he suddenly asked, "Where is Chris? Can he make a trip to Luo City?"

"Mr. Chris is currently in Miami, dealing with the Cultist incident there. Even if he were to take a military aircraft, I am afraid it would take a very long time..."

"Is that so..." Golden Hair felt a bit of a headache coming on. "Have the National Guard step in when they see fit! No matter what, we absolutely cannot let these people turn the city into Hell!"

He simply did not want to interfere with Nuland's affairs, but Golden Hair also knew he could not truly allow these individuals with Evil roots to seize power.

The essence of The Church remained goodness; that was their underlying foundation. However, other sects might not share that same foundation. Demons, in particular, were even less likely to be anything resembling good.

Even the worst of people hoped to have good people as neighbors rather than associate with other villains. That was simply human nature.

Golden Hair knew that he could not let Demons occupy the West Coast. Otherwise, in the future, their America would truly be crippled."But Your Crown the Great Leader, with our forces there, we might not even be able to delay them..." Qian Si said with a hint of regret.

Before them, a screen displayed the exact scene of the Transcendent Beings engaged in combat.

In the face of such powerful Transcendent Beings, the batch of Dragon-Blood Warriors they had trained could not even join the battlefield.

Their warriors possessed brute strength but lacked the ability to utilize Transcendent Power. Those soldiers all reported that having this power but being unable to use it felt incredibly stifling.

"I signed a resource exchange agreement with the Nordic Five. We will help them cultivate their Dragon-Blood Warriors, and in return, they will have Mr. Olavur, the descendant of the legendary Dragon Slayer Sigurd, come to America to teach us how to use this power!"

Golden Hair spoke slowly, "And we must continue to gather the Transcendent Power from the remaining regions. Our Transcendent Beings might not be strong enough now, but that does not mean we will be lacking in the future!"

"America is, after all, our Realm!"

"You are absolutely right!" Qian Si respectfully bowed his head. "Then, regarding the situation in Luo City..."

"Leave it to Mario. He will have to give us an explanation eventually!"

The fact that even Golden Hair was at his wit's end spread across the world, which only strengthened the resolve of other nations to build their own supernatural teams.

Otherwise, if Monsters or Demons were to trigger a similar Supernatural Crisis in their own Realm, wouldn't they be left completely helpless?

No politician could tolerate such a thing happening. They would not allow situations beyond their control to occur, so they continued to accelerate the development of their own supernatural forces, pressing their teams to search the entire world for transcendence.

Under the guidance of that ownerless Wish Power, these emotions were causing certain forces to slowly accumulate.

Meanwhile, The Core observing all of this wrote down a note in its logs: "The world's supernatural Wish Power is intensifying; it is appropriate to begin the construction of a brand-new mythological system," before continuing to gather data from the High-Level Information Stream.

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As the current focal point of the entire world's attention, Caroline was naturally not just simply praying.

Kneeling on the ground, she looked at the desperate scene before her and cupped the Crystal at her chest, her eyes filled with unwavering determination!

In her ears echoed the voices of those despairing people abandoning their faith. Seeing the overwhelming strength of the Darkness, they thought of forsaking their beliefs first, as if it were no big deal.

Some of the more radical individuals even began to speculate whether they would be spared from this suffering altogether if the Saintess surrendered.

As for the Black People outside the city and the rescue team that had gone out, no one could even remember them anymore. They focused all their attention on themselves, hoping only to survive.

The unrest among these people made the city appear even more chaotic. Those who thrived on turmoil, or even sought to loot and burn, caused the city's flames to spread to even more areas.

Once the world descended into chaos, it was the stage for Rampant Ghosts and Specters—a fact most people were naturally aware of. But right now, with the police all gathered here, it ironically gave these thugs the opportunity to continue wreaking havoc. Rampant Ghosts and Specters, urban turmoil... The city had not even been truly consumed by Darkness yet, and it had already devolved into this state. The increasingly terrifying Darkness gathering above the city made the ongoing resistance of George and Leon appear even more arduous.

They had brought out their absolute bottom-line combat power, yet it only allowed them to shift from being one-sidedly beaten to barely resisting. Their decline was almost visible to the naked eye!

"I can't hold on much longer. The power of Darkness is suppressing my faith!" Leon leaned against George with great difficulty and whispered, "Darkness and Fear are strengthening their power!"

"Do not give up, Leon!" George shouted loudly. Sword in hand, he still made the two attacking Monsters somewhat hesitant to act for fear of collateral damage. The power brought by Saint George's weapon allowed him to keep persevering.

"I feel even more hope. The Lord has not abandoned us, and The Faithful have not abandoned us either. Pull yourself together! Behind us are the homes of thousands!"

"Alright!" Leon charged forward once more, squeezing every ounce of light and hope from within his heart to pierce through a Werewolf and slam it into the ground.

George's eyes burst with radiant golden light. The sword aura swung from the Long Sword in his hand struck down the two strongest Vampires, causing Remus and Vlad, who had been idly watching the spectacle, to freeze for a moment. Just where did these two get such power?

A bloody hue constantly flashed in their eyes; they were truly putting their lives on the line!

At this moment, even more people in the city still kept their eyes fixed on Caroline.

The many years of proselytizing in this Realm had left a large group of people—especially those at the bottom of society—still believing in The Church. They were the true core support of the church.

"I believe in Her Highness the Saintess; she will not abandon us!"

"The Church's Warriors are still fighting, so how can anyone say we have lost?"

"Her Highness the Saintess is even saving the Black People, so how could she possibly abandon us?"

"Yeah, they are protecting us! Why are you all still cursing them? The Lord's Warriors are fighting, and yet you so-called Faithful are leaning toward the Demons?"

Amidst those loud voices of opposition, there were still people holding fast to their faith, still cheering for the two Warriors, and still transmitting the power of their faith to Caroline.

Caroline was deeply moved by this time. Looking at the Wish Power and hope that were still flowing toward her, and seeing the two Warriors desperately fighting to protect her, her entire body trembled!

She slowly stood up from her kneeling posture of prayer, tore off a strip of her Nun's Habit, and tied it to a broken Spear of Light on the ground—this was the Spear of Light that Leon had just snapped. He had not even had the time to pick it up, leaving it discarded here.

But now, as the strip of the Nun's Habit was tied to it, this Spear of Light and the piece of cloth actually formed a special flag!

The young woman held the flag high, simply standing exactly where she was. Although she emitted no actual radiance, it was as if she were the light itself!

Her prayers slowly rippled out and spread across this battlefield!

"Oh, fiery maiden of Lorraine!

Please reignite the ashes in my chest—

In this heart chamber, warm embers still remain, Ready to blaze as a beacon to guide our reinforcements!"

She hoisted the flag in her hands. Within the fiery glow, it was as though one could witness the glory of the battlefield of Orléans. And within that very same glow, the flag—which had merely been a strip of cloth—transformed into a genuine, tangible standard in her grasp!

Under everyone's gaze, it appeared as if even more glorious shadows were stepping forth from the Saintess's body!

And the young woman's prayer continued:

"Oh, Saint of the Crimson Banner from Rouen!

Lend me the searing strength of your bound wrists:

Bind my long hair into a bowstring!

Melt my teardrops into lead bullets!"

Her hair snapped taut in that instant, as if it had truly become a silver bowstring, and her falling teardrops splattered downwards, resembling solidified bullets!

She stood there, her robes snapping in the wind, her posture radiating an imposing, unyielding majesty!

"This is... this is her!" Hearing those words and seeing this scene, someone exclaimed.

"What did you see?" another person asked.

"This is Joan of Arc! The Saintess who raised her flag and called upon the people to rise up against the invaders, isn't this exactly like her?" The man suddenly fell to his knees and cried out loudly, "Oh Lord, are You sending down the power of the Saintess to save us?"