From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 387: Remember, the Lord Has Not Abandoned You!

France, Paris.

Even though he was extremely troubled by the dissolution of the government, Macron continued to closely monitor the situation unfolding here.

"Mr. President, our people have evacuated the Caribbean Sea and are approaching the nearest port!" an aide beside Macron reported slowly.

"And what about our Priest? What will happen to him?" Macron could naturally see the situation on the scene; the numerous cameras on the ships broadcasted the information with crystal clarity.

He could see the Priest, who had originally departed from Paris, leading a group of monks to stand firmly in the path of those crystal-like monsters.

"Don't do it..." Macron felt a sharp pang in his heart. Out of the hundreds of bishops selected by France, this man was the only one who had successfully acquired the power of a Precept, yet now he was marching straight to his death...

"Your Excellency, this is something he must do!" At that moment, the man beside Macron spoke up. He was also a bishop, hailing from the Nordic region, and currently served as Macron's Supernatural Assistant.

Hearing the elderly bishop's words, Macron expressed his dissatisfaction. "This is clearly a problem caused by those ambitious individuals. Why should our people be the ones to solve it? Why must they even sacrifice their lives?"

This was the crux of his frustration. From start to finish, wasn't this entire mess created by those attempting to attain Transcendence?

America, in particular, was the absolute progenitor of these disasters. The majority of the crises were tied to them, a fact that Macron found completely unacceptable."Indeed, this crisis stems once again from human desires, just like countless other crises from years past... But, this is humanity!"

The old bishop spoke calmly. "Are we humans not just a bundle of contradictions? However, it is precisely under these circumstances that humanity's growth truly emerges!"

Hearing this, Macron stared at the screen, watching the congregation sacrifice their lives just to buy a little time, and asked softly, "So, crises caused by humanity must be resolved by the Church?"

"If it were merely a minor crisis, the Church naturally would not mind letting them learn a lesson. But this time, it is a crisis that threatens the entire human world. His Eminence Mario's command has been issued, and we must see it through!"

The old bishop stated with unwavering resolve, "The Lord left this world to us. When a crisis descends, it is our duty to protect everything within it!"

"Even if it requires paying a disastrous price?" Macron asked.

"Even if it costs everything! That is the price we ought to pay. Atoning for the sins of the lamb is our inherent duty!" The old bishop's words were decisive and firm. "They will reunite in the Heavenly Kingdom. You need not worry about their safety; the Lord will not abandon a single one of the faithful!"

This faith, bordering on pure obsession, left everyone present speechless. Only now did they profoundly realize exactly what kind of transformation the Church had undergone!

This change reminded many of the Eastern European region a century ago, bringing to mind that colossal entity that existed in the world solely through faith!

Before their eyes, the bishop and monks on the ship were slowly fading away, gradually disappearing from this world entirely.

These men were voluntarily marching to their doom, and all for the sake of buying a pitifully small amount of time!

"Is this the current Church?" Macron was in utter disbelief. He could not fathom how that greedy, inefficient Catholic Church, which previously only cared about amassing wealth, had suddenly transformed into this.

They possessed Transcendent power, commanded a massive foundation of faith, and now, they even had a group of believers willing to march to their deaths for them!

Such a Church was simply terrifying!

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"They sacrificed everything they had, just to stall for a little more time... Oh Lord, please forgive them. This is all my fault..." Mario's voice echoed softly. He too was watching this unfold, and he knew exactly why these people were dying.

These clergymen, whom he had dispatched shortly after they acquired a Precept, were originally just supposed to conduct a "reconnaissance" mission. In truth, it was merely an exercise to gather experience.

According to the plan, these men were to return to France after this operation. In that nation where the Catholic Church flourished, they would complete their transition and turn that land back into a true bastion of faith.

But now, with Mario's command issued, they unhesitatingly surrendered their lives, merely to stall for just a fraction more time!

"Hurry! Hurry!" Beside Mario, Nikki was growing visibly agitated. He stared at the map; they were still at least an hour away from arriving in position, yet their defenders were now down to a single remaining nun!

The nun's face was deathly pale. She knew she was about to vanish as well. Looking at the "monsters" before her, she delivered her final declaration: "The Lord will block your path. The Lord will punish your intrusion. This is our Promised Land, not a place you can enter at will!"

Then, she vanished, transforming into a brilliant white radiance that ascended into the sky.

With the disappearance of the final defender, the golden barrier slowly dissipated. Only then did Kuchamama's voice ring out, "Foolish fanatics, did your actions serve any greater purpose beyond wasting your pathetic lives?"

"That hypocritical Yahweh will not even leave behind a corpse for you..."

Just when everyone thought this blockade had come to an end, figures from a distant helicopter were already flying toward the area!

The sacrifice of a bishop and dozens of clergymen was not in vain! They had bought precious time for this world!

Everyone knew the terrifying consequences if these entities were allowed to leave this area, yet no one else took action. Only the Church, and the Church alone, chose to stand up and face them!

"Do not even think about leaving this sea area, you foreign blasphemers!" A massive, sonorous voice erupted from the newcomer, accompanied by the gasps of countless spectators.

They recognized the arrival. The man who had now entered this sea area was none other than the Church's "Saint," a man intimately known to people all over the world—George Stacey!

To think this man was actually charging at the front lines!

For many with cynical minds, the conspiracy theory that the Church merely wanted to exhaust the believers of other nations collapsed upon itself.

After all, even if the Church wanted to use other countries' Transcendents as cannon fodder, they would never target George. George himself was utterly irreplaceable!

He was practically the Church's sole calling card across the entire East Coast. His existence had led many to reaffirm their faith in the Lord, and his justice and self-discipline had allowed many to see the "Church"—this revitalized religious faction—in a brand-new light.

But now, this man, who could easily rank in the top three of the Church within the Americas, had come to this sea area alone. He stood upon the surface of the ocean, his gaze fixed on the enemies before him.

How was this any different from placing the Church's most prized assets directly before dragons?

This was the Church's most core figure, yet he was now at the very forefront of the battle. And with his arrival, an even more deafening voice resounded.

"His Eminence Mario will be here shortly!" George declared. He knew the most important thing right now was not to flaunt his power, but to bolster everyone's confidence. "The Church will protect this world, even if we must fight until only one person remains!"

"Just as the true instigator of the Black Death never escaped the Church's seal; just as the archdemons of the past never escaped Jerusalem; just as the legendary demon gods never escaped the Middle East..."

"Guiding the believers and preventing disasters from occurring—that is the mission of the Church!"

"There are already enough deceased people from the Great Flood. The Church does not wish to see the world plunge into an irreparable catastrophe that might compel the Lord to unleash a world-ending flood once more!"

"We will help you bear the weight of these sins, until the Lord bestows His forgiveness!"

Hearing these words, the leaders of many nations froze. The troubles they had stirred up on their path to pursue Transcendence still had to be cleaned up by the Church, causing them to lose quite a bit of face.

Naturally, many actually brushed it off, but they all understood that this was a genuine, undeniable debt they owed.

However, many eyes also lit up. If the Church could hold off these monsters, they could deploy their own teams to provide some support.

At the very least, they could grab a share of the glory in this extraordinary crisis that had already spread all over the internet!

Meanwhile, George was already looking at the "people" in front of him. They had long since lost any human appearance, leaving behind nothing but humanoid crystal shells, trapping howling souls inside that only Transcendents could see.

These people who had dreamed of "Transcendence" were now trapped in a cage of human desires, reduced to acting as Kuchamama's thugs. Their agonized wails paradoxically transformed into an even stronger power that fueled these monsters!

But George felt that this was, coincidentally, a perfect opportunity.

As the horde swarmed toward him, intending to turn him into shattered crystal fragments just like Carl before him, the Saint's radiant, imposing voice slowly echoed out!

"Do not give in to despair, and do not scream. Calm yourselves! You are the true masters of your own bodies!"

"Remember, the Lord has not abandoned you! Do not let external desires dictate your actions!"

Guided by his words infused with holy white light, these monsters, previously brimming with immense murderous intent, actually began to slow their advance...

Many spectators held their breath in focus. Was this the power of a Saint?