From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 340: Infidels: We've Been Set Up!

Right now, aside from the people present in Luo City, the most excited people in the entire world were naturally the French, located across the ocean.

Originally, they had been watching America make a fool of itself, mocking them for completely ruining a winning hand.

But now, as the young girl named Joan of Arc descended from the sky and appeared before the live broadcast screens, everyone familiar with that period of history was in an uproar!

Macron had originally planned to make a routine phone call to Pope Mario to express his regards, but he no longer had the time.

He figured the Pope probably would not have any free time right now either, right?

After all, Saintess Joan of Arc had actually appeared. This Saintess, who had left such a profound mark on French history, might just become their nation's greatest asset!

"We need bronze statues and sculptures of the Saintess. Every city must hold new Sacrifices and prayers dedicated to Saintess Joan of Arc, starting with us, right here at the Pyramid square in Paris!" Macron declared immediately.

At this moment, no one opposed his idea. No one in this country would dare defy Saintess Joan of Arc, as she was the very first Saint in history to rise in defense of France. Opposing her was tantamount to denying their entire identity.

Furthermore, these people naturally knew exactly what Macron was thinking. In fact, they were thinking the exact same thing: they wanted to use this method to establish a connection with Saintess Joan of Arc!

She would become their very own Transcendent Being backing them up. Even though they knew she might not descend frequently, she still represented hope!The Saintess had prayed for her descent now, so if France ever faced a crisis in the future, wouldn't she descend for them as well?

They could have the people of the Orleans and Lorraine regions pray. They were Saintess Joan of Arc's fellow countrymen; surely she wouldn't just stand by and watch them die, right?

Although France was currently in contact with The Church, and the nation's Catholic believers were already one of the Catholic Church's most solid core support bases, a rift between the two parties was unavoidable. The influence brought about by their title as the Eldest Daughter of the Church was simply too massive.

Naturally, it was not just Paris. The Lorraine and Orleans regions, the core support base of Saintess Joan of Arc, had also lit up!

They had all seen the news of Saintess Joan of Arc's descent. Their lofty reverence and long-held prayers for her suddenly found a concrete target, transforming into a far more genuine and tangible Divine Faith!

This Divine Faith even began a slow yet resolute transmission, crossing across the ocean to arrive in Luo City!

It arrived right in front of Saintess Joan of Arc. Deeply moved, she raised her hand to touch this materialized Wish Power, whispering, "How wonderful. It turns out my homeland has not forgotten me!"

She faced the two Dark Creatures before her, her expression incredibly cold and stern. "Even without Angels and Saints, I am still here to annihilate you!"

Joan of Arc's words actually resolved the doubts of many people as to why no Angels had appeared this time.

It turned out that a major incident had occurred in Heaven as well. Only petitioners and Nuns were left in Heaven right now, which was why Saintess Joan of Arc was the only one who had answered the prayer.

Hearing this, several ambitious individuals instantly thought of many things they could exploit. It seemed Heaven was not truly invincible after all; they still had their own concerns and adversaries!

However, most people were instead thinking about the potential problems her descent into the world might cause.

For instance, during a session in the Parliament of England, a legislator suddenly joked, "Do you think she still remembers how she died? Will she hold a grudge?"

At those words, everyone fell silent and simply stared at the legislator.

Realizing his slip of the tongue, the legislator immediately shrank back in his seat.

But doubt and Fear had already begun to spread among the crowd.

They were all educated people, and they all knew that during the Hundred Years' War between England and France, defeating Saintess Joan of Arc had been recorded as one of their nation's greatest victories. They had even historically branded her a witch.

But now, the true Saintess had descended. What if she still harbored a grudge? What were they supposed to do?

What if she came over seeking revenge?

"Then America will be the first to suffer. They are our descendants, after all!" someone chuckled. "Let Golden Hair deal with that troublesome situation first..."

"Right, right, right! Absolutely right!"

"That makes sense, right? It's all America's fault, what does it have to do with us?"

Such self-deceiving remarks surprisingly drew murmurs of agreement from the crowd, creating a truly comical and absurd scene.

Yet, whether it was the Prime Minister sitting on high or the legislators below, they all wore expressions of sheer relief.

They had all accepted this narrative as fact. One could only wonder what kind of expressions their world-conquering English ancestors would have if they saw their descendants acting so vulgar and lazy.

... Facing Joan of Arc, even Vlad III and Remus felt a sharp ache in their teeth.

They had indeed spoken incredibly arrogant words just moments ago, but that was entirely an attempt to attack the heart, aiming to plant seeds of doubt in the Saintess and trigger her Depravity.

To prevent her from simply calling for outside help, they had even specifically double-checked with the Demon Lords. Only after confirming there would be no issues had they set up this trap.

The trap itself was flawless. They had factored in all of The Church's external Combat Power and devised a method to force the other party completely into their snare. Everything had been perfect.

Caroline had quickly been reduced to a lone combatant, left with nothing but her ability to pray.

According to their plan, they should have already secured a total victory. Because no one in Heaven could answer Caroline's prayers, the Saintess should have been rendered entirely useless.

But as luck would have it, while it was true that no Angels or Saints had answered her prayers, Heaven still harbored a female War God!

When the Spear in Saintess Joan of Arc's hand pressed against their chests, all they could feel was a terrifying Murderous Intent surging toward them, rendering them completely incapable of moving a single muscle!

That immense pressure stripped the two of them of even the thought of channeling the power within their bodies. This was high-dimensional suppression!

Fortunately, Vlad III was quick-witted. He shouted loudly, "Saintess Joan of Arc? You had better go check on the situation of those Faithful outside the city! Black slaves may be black slaves, but they are still your Faithful..."

This was originally meant to be his third round to attack the heart. He had planned to drop this bombshell right when Saintess Caroline chose not to save them, twisting the knife in her heart.

Yet now, he could only use it to save his own life!

"Black people? The Faithful?" Joan of Arc paused in surprise, turning to look at Caroline. "What is going on?"

"Vlad III used his abilities to turn ten thousand Black people into hidden Blood Thralls, and stationed several hundred Blood Thralls there to threaten us into sending people for a rescue..." Caroline explained. "Right now, those Black people are on the verge of fully transforming into Blood Thralls..."

"Pulling this kind of stunt again?" Joan of Arc glared at the two Demons she had pinned down and let out a cold snort. The Spear in her hand split from one into two, and with a vicious throw, she impaled both of them into the ground.

"I will go make a trip! The two of you, handle the situation here!" she declared. With a raise of her hand, another beam of Light or Radiance descended from the sky. It was a winged Sky Horse, landing gracefully right in front of her.

Joan of Arc mounted the steed and, under the watchful eyes of the masses, streaked across the sky, leaving a brilliant white trail in her wake.

"I shall save all the people in this world! The night is my friend; there is nothing out there that scares me!"

As she spoke these words, the sky, cleaved by that white trail, began to slowly heal and recover.

Those black Dark Clouds parted as easily as a hot knife slicing through butter, rapidly dissipating until the long-absent Sun cast its brilliant rays down upon the earth once more.

"Ah! It's the Sun!" the horde of Vampires shrieked at the top of their lungs. They desperately tried to flee the area, but under the blazing sunlight, they melted away like snow. Flames ignited across their bodies, leaving the group of Vampires with Nowhere to Hide.

The veil of Darkness masking the sky was completely shattered. As the sunlight poured down, the Vampires, who relied on the Darkness more than anything else, were reduced to wailing husks upon the ground.

"Now I understand why she told us to handle the Vampires!" George said with a light chuckle as he stepped in front of the group of Infidels. "Your opponent is me!"

The Infidels were the most bewildered of all. They had originally thought they were stepping into an easy, one-sided battle. Once the Vampires and Werewolves had stabilized the situation here, they could just swoop in and comfortably reap the rewards of success.

Instead, the very first thing they encountered upon arriving was Saintess Joan of Arc. Before they even had the chance to turn back, the portal was forcefully shut, and they could only watch helplessly as their two big bosses were impaled into the dirt by Joan of Arc, completely immobilized.

As for their Ally Vampires, they had been completely obliterated by the sunlight. All that was left was them and a pack of Werewolves, forced to face off against two of The Church's Transcendent Beings who now possessed world-renowned international fame.

'Are you serious? We have to fight Saint George?'

Everyone was stunned. Yet, they had no path of retreat whatsoever. By becoming the Faithful of the Solomon Cult and even receiving the blessings of Hell, they had permanently severed any chance of turning back.

The Infidels felt a deep sense of dread. Why did it feel like they had been jointly set up by The Church and their own allies?