From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 331 Targeting the Saintess...

"Your Majesty, I have one more question!" On the plane from the Vatican to France, Andrea asked one last time, "If Joan of Arc was truly as powerful as we know her to be, then why..."

"Why did the mighty Joan of Arc still die in the flames of the English?" Mario turned his head.

“Yes,” Andrea said, “shouldn’t we start preparing now?”

“It’s no secret. Lasinger found the original text and saw this event in the declassified Vatican records,” Mario said. “It was a terrible disaster for the Vatican as well!”

"Our saintess has been betrayed by her subordinates, despised by the King of Dharma, attacked by her allies, and oppressed by her mortal enemies, forcing her to choose between justice and goodness..."

Ultimately, she traded her freedom for the lives of some people!

Hearing this, Andrea understood. "In the end, it's all about human nature, isn't it?"

"Yes, the test of humanity is something no one can avoid, and the countless enemies keep our saints busy trying to balance humanity. This is also the best opportunity for the demons!"

Mario's words carried a hint of resignation.

There is no reconciliation between good and evil; all they can do is stay true to themselves.

Upon hearing this, Andrea was taken aback. "Your Majesty, did you know that demons would come?"

“They will definitely come, without a doubt!” Pope Mario’s expression was grim. The rewards for his piety were far greater than those for ordinary bishops. “How they come does not mean how they can return!”

"Aren't you curious why Leon and George didn't come to the Los Angeles incident? This is the reason!"

"You and Lord Angus are really bold..." Andrea was shocked. Using the saintess as bait? Such a big move?
“There’s more malice lurking in the shadows than there is. It’s better to clean up the spies than to leave Caroline to face it alone in the future!” Mario said in a low voice. “Let’s go, we’ve arrived in Rouen!”

Their destination was Rouen, the land where Joan of Arc was burned at the stake, but also the land where the Vatican once again shone its light upon the "filial sons of Catholicism."

……

America, Illinois.

“Grand Prince of Wallachia…or should I call you Vlad III?” Remus O’Connor said in a low voice.

He is the great demon who swept across the entire eastern America, a terrifying being that made all military forces tremble with fear.

This demon is no longer completely paralyzed as before; instead, it has regained the ability to walk freely, possesses a powerful body, and an incredibly imposing appearance. Compared to Vlad in front of him, it is more like a monster.

He gained a great deal of negative emotions, repaired his body, and became famous throughout the eastern region!
This man, known for his raids on military systems and for gaining immense prestige within America's veterans' community, was at the peak of his career.

Behind him were many very strong-looking men; it was no surprise that this was his werewolf army.

“Just call me Vlad. This name has given me a lot of strength since it spread!” Vlad was still wearing his tailcoat, looking dignified and proud.

His statement was not unfounded; rather, it was because, compared to Wallachia, a name more well-known in the mystical world, the name Vlad was more likely to attract the attention and sympathy of others.

Most importantly, it makes it easier for him to acquire power, because in this world, Vlad's name is associated with another, more famous vampire—Dracula.

The power of those wishes related to Dracula will also be shared with him, making him even stronger!
As you can see, he is now much stronger than before. If Lincoln were to reappear, he would definitely be able to overpower him!
Behind him was a space as dark as a cloud, where the ghostly howls of bats appeared and disappeared quickly.

“Then I’ll call you Vlad. You’ve also received news from Hell, haven’t you?” Remus asked again.

The two people, who had almost no connection, got together, not to chat or joke around, but because a powerful figure was sending them a telepathic message.

“Hmm!” Vlad nodded. “I haven’t received a telepathic message from His Majesty Cain in almost 500 years…”

Remus heard the other person's words and guessed that the other person was probably in a similar situation to himself, having received a warning. He then slowly nodded, "Saintess Caroline will definitely be our biggest trouble in the future!"

“I know that even if you don’t say it!” Vlad III frowned. “Illinois doesn’t have any laws yet, but some papal officials have already started distributing Bibles, holy water, and other scriptures to resist the corruption of my blood servants!”

"This is all the work of those Discipliners!" Remus felt it more deeply. "You're only affected, but here, I'm surrounded from all sides by a Paladin and a Saint-designate!"

"It was during this time that the Inquisition returned to Europe; otherwise, I would still be on the run for my life!"

Remus wasn't truly unable to escape; rather, he discovered that the saint named "George" had recently changed his fighting style and chosen to "fish"!
The other party actually went directly to those corrupt military personnel and used them as bait to lure them in.

These corrupt officials and malicious individuals were originally abandoned by the American government. These high-ranking military officers, under a life-or-death crisis, very willingly chose to leave.

And those wages that were originally withheld and subsidies that were not paid were all paid out under this life-threatening situation.

It has to be said that this incident was quite ironic for George, who was involved in the whole thing. The devil had accomplished what the Vatican and the government could not.

Thinking about all this, Remus stared at the progenitor of vampires before him: "So, what are your thoughts?"

“Of course, it’s according to custom…” Vlad III sneered, “Just as Joan of Arc died, so too should Saint Caroline die today!”

"At that time, Joan of Arc still had some loyal followers, but in this country called America? Loyalty? Ha!"

"As long as the saintess falls and dies, they will have to swallow this great loss until the next saintess is chosen!"

Both nodded in agreement. They both knew that this was a clash between hell and heaven, and whoever won would take control of the area for the foreseeable future.

They had already heard about the problems in Heaven, and this was a rare opportunity for them!
"The saintess's power comes from faith. As long as the faith around her is destroyed, and she begins to doubt, this power will disappear..."

We have all been enemies of Heaven for tens of thousands of years. This is something that cannot be clearer. All other battles are just supplementary. The real struggle has always been based solely on "faith".

If Lucifer could destroy the saintess's faith, he could bring them back even if they were reduced to ashes in Heaven.

This will be a great victory for Hell!
"My interrogation is actually very simple: I want to ask the saint, are black people considered human?"

"If they count, why do they live like non-human beings? If they don't count, then what about the black bishops and black saints?"

Vlad's words brought a smile to Remus's face: "You still can't forget these black people?"

“Is it that I can’t forget? I just don’t want to forget the best of times for us ranchers!” Vlad said indignantly!
“We traveled thousands of miles from Europe to this continent because of its fertile land, vast pastures, and useful farming tools! But those damned factory owners in the North want to free the slaves for their own industrial production!”

"Our farm tools still know how to be maintained, they are still cherished, and they can live to be sixty years old under our care!"

"And what about them? In their factories, they don't even live to be thirty, let alone sixty! My living blood plasma!"

Vlad III's words left Remus speechless. Vampires think humans are too cruel? What a hellish joke.

He then thought of the peculiar joke he had heard when he first arrived in Illinois:
This is a conversation between two officials from America's Special Affairs Administration:
"Do you know how to find the ancestor of the Southern vampires, Vlad III, the Grand Prince of Wallachi?"

"How do we find Vlad III? That's easy, just go to places where many Black people have disappeared or died!"

"Um, the places you're talking about are everywhere in the major cities of America!"

"That seems true. Even without him, Black people would keep dying. What should we do?"

"Let them kill fewer... how about replacing them with illegal immigrants?"

"You mean, all those who died were Black Americans?"

This kind of thing is of course no big deal to the morally bankrupt America government, but for the "saint" with the highest moral standards, it is a terrible ordeal!

P.S.: There shouldn't be any problems today, right? Please!

(End of this chapter)