From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 388: Do False Gods Bleed?

"If you had encountered anyone else, you might have actually survived this crisis!"

The moment George's words moved these 'people' and caused their souls to struggle, Kuchamama decisively intervened!

This crystal-like Blasphemer unleashed his terrifying power.

He raised a blood-red Cross Sword and slashed it down viciously toward George. Invisible ripples spread outward, as if cascading across the ocean.

George instinctively raised his sword to block the strike, but to his horror, he realized the attack was never aimed at him. It was aimed directly at the horde of Crystalline People in front of him!

In that instant, within the spiritual realm only he could hear, the souls that had been touched by his words let out a deafening, agonizing shriek that seemed to shake the very fabric of reality!

"Ah!" they screamed, clutching their throats in a desperate bid for relief, only to suffer even more under the excruciating torment.

Then, right before George's eyes, the souls of these people were completely and utterly annihilated!

Kuchamama finally turned to look at George with profound smugness. "Believer of Yahweh, it seems the souls you placed such high hopes in haven't given you an answer!"

He was undoubtedly tyrannical. After all, he had been suppressed for over a millennium. For thousands of years, he had endured endless crushing torment every waking second. Now that he was free, that suffering naturally transformed into boundless rage!He vented this fury directly onto these victims and upon the world itself, which had led to his earlier declaration.

But George absolutely could not accept this. The fury in his eyes surged visibly. "You are... blaspheming souls! Their spirits were clearly in repentance, yet you destroyed them completely!"

"They are my apostles, yet they dared to turn their backs on me. If I didn't kill them, was I supposed to let you convince them to attack me instead?"

Kuchamama spoke as if it were an absolute truth. "Those who take what is mine must be prepared to sacrifice everything for me! Go, my warriors! Slaughter the messenger of Yahweh on their own soil!"

Across the surface of the sea, a swarm of Crystalline People charged at George, running over the water as if it were solid ground!

George raised his sword. He knew there was no peaceful resolution today. This Blasphemer before him was likely an existence akin to the Evil Gods or Archdemons from the Bible. As the first to arrive here, George had only one remaining objective—stall for time!

Indeed, following Mario's orders, all members of The Church who rushed here did so solely to buy time, holding the line until the Pope could arrive and completely eradicate the monster before them!

Even though he was a Saint, and even if he held the potential for infinitely radiant power in the future, on this battlefield, he was just another line of defense. He had to stall the god before him for the sake of the people behind him.

Therefore, facing Kuchamama, George did not hesitate for a second. He resolutely raised his longsword:

"St. George, I offer my life as a Ritual Sacrifice, beseeching you for the strength to combat this evil!"

Yes, his opening move was a lethal one; his very first prayer was the sacrifice of his own life.

George knew perfectly well that he lacked the qualifications to fight this entity. He was merely a Transcendent Being who had earned the favor of a Saint. He had experience battling Vampires, Demons, and Werewolves, and he had even witnessed the clash between an Archangel and an Archdemon.

He clearly recognized the monumental gap between himself and the Blasphemer before him. Because of this, he sacrificed himself without a moment's hesitation!

As the ritual took effect, an intense light erupted across the sea, forcing every observer to squint against the blinding glare.

"As expected of a Saint! We're saved!" someone inside the White House exclaimed, though the sentiment did not draw much agreement.

Golden Hair spoke in a grim tone. "George shouldn't be able to unleash such immense power. He is risking his life!"

The White House naturally possessed comprehensive files on a Saint like George. They knew exactly how much power he commanded, and they were acutely aware that he couldn't generate this level of strength under normal circumstances.

They all understood what unleashing such power meant—he was burning away his own life force!

Transcendent Beings were truly capable of Self-Immolation because their bodies brimmed with vibrant Energy. But it was precisely this knowledge that left everyone present feeling a deep sense of sorrow.

"Why... Why do they have to go to such lengths?" Baron murmured dazedly. "The ocean is vast. They only need to buy a little time. Why must they carry everything on their own shoulders?"

They all knew that America wasn't the victim of this crisis—at least, it wouldn't be for a long time. The epicenter was far from The Church's followers. They didn't need to do this at all!

Yet, they did it anyway, stepping forward one after another, regardless of the cost!

Whether they were Bishops, Monks, or Saints, they ignited their very beings without hesitation, all to buy just a fraction more time!

And behind them, groups of people who had received the news were rushing toward the Caribbean Sea without a second thought. They were boarding planes and ships, pressing forward without a moment's rest!

Professor Thomas, however, understood. "Because... this is The Church! This is The Church we know—the one that strictly adheres to its Doctrine and protects the world! The Bible teaches us to use sacrifice as a symbol of atonement. For us, those are just words, but they are actually living by that Doctrine!"

"God is atoning, and we are atoning. They are bearing the weight of our Sins!"

Thomas softly recited a verse from the Book of Romans: "Therefore, brothers, I urge you by God's Compassionate Mercy to offer your bodies as a Live Sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God; this is your proper worship."

It had to be said that The Church's actions earned them tremendous respect and were strikingly conspicuous.

While other Supernatural Factions either retreated or failed, The Church was willing to wager everything to save the future of this planet!

This caused their Wish Power to skyrocket out of nowhere. Even the Politicians who previously distrusted The Church now believed in the immense organization's resolve. Through their intelligence channels, they learned that Pope Mario had already crossed the Rocky Mountains and was about to arrive at the Caribbean Sea!

With even the Pope taking the field, who could claim The Church wasn't sincere about protecting this world?

Carrying the incomparably powerful and majestic spirit of the Martyr, George charged at the crystallized horde with absolute resolve.

In a mere fraction of a second, a terrifying wave of heat severed all the Crystalline People in half!

George reappeared in everyone's line of sight. Only this time, he no longer resembled a mortal human, but rather a God!

Wings of Light unfurled from his back, lifting him into the air and transforming him into a unique Angel.

"Summoning a Saint's power at the cost of your life? That is certainly something you Hypocrites would do!" Kuchamama still had the leisure to critique George's transformation, clearly not taking him seriously.

"But... how long can you sustain power fueled by consuming Divine Faith and life? How many people in this world are like you, capable of standing in my way?"

He waved his hand, and the Crystalline People who had just been sliced apart slowly regenerated under his power.

And behind him, the Altar emitting a black radiance erupted with a heaven-shaking dark glow, shooting into the sky with an unbelievably terrifying force!

"I am Kuchamama! The Sea God! The God of these oceans! Your life-consuming attack is nothing more than a scratch I can mend with a wave of my hand!"

Kuchamama gazed at George's hovering figure and mocked, "Yahweh didn't send an Angel down to the mortal realm, but instead let you Devout Persons throw away your lives? Once you exhaust this life force, you will be left with nothing but a fragmented Soul. Do you really want to do this?"

"Why not submit to me? I can give you everything you desire—strength, wealth, Power, and even Eternal Life! Yahweh cannot grant you Eternal Life, but I can!"

"I will become the new God and lead you to a new world, rather than letting you rot here as another's slave!"

The crystal-like Monsters lunged at George once more, serving as bloody proof of the False God's claims.

In this domain, Kuchamama truly wielded the authority of a God. The Monsters that George had to risk his life to slay were resurrected with a casual wave of his hand. This situation was far beyond what the word 'Despair' could describe.

Those with weaker mental fortitude might have even started contemplating Conversion.

But George did not. He blocked the incoming strikes with his sword, stared at Kuchamama in the sky, and spoke with icy indifference. "Then, Lord Kuchamama... do False Gods bleed?"

He held his sword vertically in front of his chest and began a prayer:

"In the name of the Son, the Father, and the Holy Spirit! In the name of St. George!

May the radiance of Jerusalem illuminate the name of the holy sword!

May the blood of Dragons be etched into the blade!

The Cherubim Chariot shall ride with me to charge against The Lord's enemy!"

A colossal Sword Light cleaved down from the heavens!