From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 208 One Trial, One Judgment
It was still two people against a group of people, and two incredibly old bodies, but after that voice appeared, the situation on the scene had changed dramatically!

The two angels, Eve and Allah Miller, had already completed their descent of God as the two cardinals stood up.

The two names, which had never even appeared in the Bible, still caused the vampires in front of them to instinctively take two steps back.

Everyone's eyes were looking elsewhere, and everyone's emotions seemed to have shifted dramatically at that moment—they had already started thinking about how to escape!
Who wants to fight these lunatics from heaven? They're not stupid!

Ultimately, vampires aren't truly insane, and these vampires resurrected from ancient times are even less so.

Blood filled their withered bodies, bringing them back from ancient times and reviving their previously ethereal desires to continue their unfinished journey.

But with the appearance of the Wings of Holy Light, the fear buried in blood and memory also returned with the arrival of the angels!

Who are vampires? They are the offspring of Cain, the legacy of Lilith, and a dark race that demons can control, but they have never been the main force of evil.

The real main force consists of those followers of demon gods, demon lords, and messengers of evil gods—as for vampires and werewolves, the powerful ones can indeed contend with angels, but only contend.

Regardless of who writes the history, they are not ranked in most of the time, after all, they are facing the world's largest religion!
And the two angels in front of them behaved exactly as they had expected!
The angel of judgment named Eve spoke first. She indifferently gazed at the many dark creatures before her, even scanning the area before saying, "Attacking cities, invading churches, defiling holy sites, and blaspheming God!"

“You have committed an unforgivable sin. I, the Angel of Judgment Eve, hereby sentence your sins to be extremely grave, and the punishment is extermination of your entire race!”

These words were spoken softly, almost a whisper, yet they were also spoken with such force that everyone whose gaze fell upon them could hear them.

This is a word of judgment, and also a declaration of power!

These are the angels under God's throne, this is their power, still as domineering and ruthless as ever. Since they have been attacked, they should fight back in the most ruthless way, so that others will know that the Lord's apostles should not be insulted!
As the words fell, a beam of light descended from the sky, directly reaching the vampires and binding their bodies.

The power of the angels of judgment is not merely words, but also binding and ruling. When you stand here awaiting the pronouncement, the true judgment has already begun.

"I can't move... I can't move!" The vampires were bound and tried to struggle, but were then scalded by the scorching holy light emanating from above, causing them to scatter in panic.

No matter which vampire it is or what method they use to struggle, it all seems futile and laughable in the face of such constraints.

With just this one move, the angels have already demonstrated their overwhelming strength and domineering nature!
"You are the first batch!"

After Eve finished speaking, she stepped back, and then, of course, came Allammill's entrance.

"Angel of Judgment... Judgment..." This scene was naturally transmitted to various countries and to the heads of various countries.

The reporters and agents, under immense pressure, transmitted the images and sounds from here back, sending a chill down the spines of some high-ranking officials who learned more!
After all, people who have done many wrong things, even if they are the referees themselves, will still be afraid when they see a real referee.

In particular, high-ranking officials in California, those who had seen the Garden Church's sentencing records in the secret room of the San Diego Police Department, felt a deep sense of unease.

The people sitting around Newland all thought of Gabriel's journey of judgment, except that Gabriel was facing the great demon, the fallen angel Lucifer, so the pace was different.

In Milan, in front of the cathedral, an angel named Allamelle, meaning "beautiful and wonderful," who is under the command of Gabriel and holds the power of judgment, is displaying her own power!
The first to be hit were the vampires who had been jumping the loudest just now. The angels who landed on the two cardinals clearly remembered them, so they attacked them very readily.

A cane appeared in his hand, and then a prayer began: "You are the Lord of hosts, You send down thunder, so that all evil has nowhere to hide!"

An angel's prayer is, of course, quite different from a human's. When this prayer fell, lightning flashed and the staff in his hand turned into a sword.

The sword, crackling with lightning, seemed capable of judging all sins of humanity, and all who witnessed its flash were awestruck. The vampire whose arm had just been severed was the first to be tested. The angel of judgment, Anra Miller, holding the lightning sword, slowly approached him.
"You are guilty, and your soul shall be punished with thunder!"

"Zzz..." Bright lightning in his hand transformed into tangible punishment, striking the vampire before him and causing it to let out a loud wail!
"Awooo!" he screamed, his body twisting and struggling in the lightning, but he could not escape and could only watch helplessly as he endured the pain forever!
"I don't want to live anymore!" he roared, his soul leaving his body, and in endless struggle, he chose to go to hell!

As a creature of darkness with a deep connection to hell, a hellish vortex resembling flames immediately appeared around him, carrying his soul to the lava and sulfurous place!

Unfortunately for the vampire, before he could even make a move, he couldn't help but utter a threat: "Angel, you just wait! I will grow stronger in Hell until the day I rise up to Heaven!"

Everyone knew this was a harsh statement, after all, even the Lord of Hell couldn't reach Mount Heaven, so what right did a mere soul from Hell have?
"Boom!" A bolt of lightning struck down from Anla Miller, shattering the man who had uttered those threats and leaving all the spectators stunned!
“Stop arguing!” he said, raising his sword to point at the next vampire and continuing his judgment.

And the hellish vortex that had been wide open slowly dissipated into nothingness under this lightning!

Now, the remaining vampires were filled with hatred for that arrogant guy.

You, if you're going to leave, fine, but you made some threats before you left. Now you've cut off everyone's path, haven't you? You really deserve to die!
Thus, the second and third vampires didn't even have a chance to release their souls before being electrocuted into charcoal, dying in endless pain and wails.

This made the remaining vampires even more terrified and anxious.

They knew that the angel before them could actually kill them all at once, but instead, he did not. Instead, he used this method to tell everyone that the Lord should not be insulted!

All the spectators felt a pang of sympathy. They had originally come to see the Vatican make a fool of itself, but now that intention was gone; all they felt was fear of this group!

"We can't just sit here and wait to die!" one of the vampires couldn't hold back any longer and shouted loudly, "We have to think of something, or the entire Tzymish tribe will die here!"

They were all bound, unable to even free their hands, yet they still desperately sought a way to survive. So they exchanged glances, no longer hesitating, and began to pray in hushed tones:

“My people are the polyps of your womb that were torn off by Jehovah!”

It's a scab of shame stuck to the bottom of the divine robe!
The flesh is rotting and multiplying!
It caused the blood to flow back!

May our bones blossom into the most enchanting bone corals in hell!

My ancestor, Lilith!
Please unleash your crimson flames and open a path to life for us…

This is the last resort, because every time they sacrifice to Lilith, they need to collect enough blood, hatred and fear to pay the price for the sacrifice. This time, they have no sacrifice, which means that they themselves are the sacrifice!
It's better to be a sacrifice than to be judged by heaven and have one's soul scattered...

The vampires waited anxiously, sensing the success of the ritual and anticipating Lilith's reply.

But from the third vampire who was killed, they waited until the thirteenth, and still there was no sign of anything happening!

What's going on? The Tzmish vampires were completely bewildered!

That's not right. In previous rituals, Her Majesty Lilith always responded quickly. Why is there no reply at all this time?

Your Majesty Lilith, please reply to your followers!
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(End of this chapter)