From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 333 Is this the Holy Maiden?

"Mr. George and Mr. Lyon? Did they fight too? Are they demons? Or some other evil god?" Caroline was somewhat prepared for this.

She was kind, not stupid; she knew her importance, so it wasn't so strange that the Vatican sent these two to protect her.

"Let's go take a look and see if there's anything we can do to help!" For some reason, Caroline felt a little nervous and asked someone to lead her there.

It was difficult for others to get through because the entire street was quickly brought under control by the LAPD. State and county police from nearby Los Angeles also arrived and completely sealed off the area. Many people were holding up their phones but couldn't see the specific situation.

The police officers tried to persuade the onlookers to leave, because this was no joke, but it was clear that the onlookers had no intention of leaving.

Americans hold a very binary view of the police: the town sheriff is the good guy, while the city police are all bad guys, to the point that some have even clashed with the police.

However, the crowd was quickly pushed aside because Caroline had arrived.

She stepped forward to the crowd, frowning as she watched so many people eager to witness this extraordinary battle.

“Supernatural combat is not child’s play; it can cause a lot of deaths, Sheriff!” she said to the sheriff beside her who was trying to escort her into the battlefield.

The sheriff seemed somewhat helpless. He was carrying out orders from Los Angeles Police Chief Joris to protect Caroline's safety, but the situation here was indeed far from optimistic.

"I'm sorry, Miss Saint, we don't have enough police force to evacuate so many people! I need to ask the governor if we can send the National Guard to help!"

Caroline shook her head. "That's not what I meant, Sheriff. I can get these people out of here!"

"You can?" The sheriff was taken aback. "If it won't harm you, please do give it a try. This city may be decaying, but there are still many people who need to live here..."

Hearing this, Caroline smiled and said, "I know, Sheriff. Even though this world is bad, there are always good people out there, aren't there?"

Under the watchful eyes of many, she slowly knelt down in front of everyone, the crystal on her chest emitting a white light, which drew everyone's attention!
"Good Shepherd!"

You made the rock flow with honey.
I now ask that my broken ribs serve as a wellspring of hope for fugitives!

Chaste doves!

The fragrance of jasmine in my arms.

The intoxicating drug that brews the wolf of lies:

May they smell this fragrance and see a sea of ​​lilies.

The bow and arrow are all gone, and the sword hilt is sprouting! "

Lamb of the eternal covenant!

Nail me to the bell's tongue and make me the great bell:

May every strike of the bell be a blessing from the Holy Spirit!

Look! This is the Holy Communion I have received—

Please split this wheat and pave a path of peace:
The old man's cough and wheezing in the east alley dissipated into the evening breeze.
The baby's cries on West Street were encased in a spiderweb, its sac exposed.

The couple's fingers are tightly clasped at the South Gate.

Let the thorns make way for the roses!
Until their toes touched the grass,

My body is perfect as a boundary marker.

The saint's prayer was different from others; it was a gentle, breeze-like utterance that reached everyone's ears and left everyone who heard it with a look of awe!

What kind of prayer is this... what kind of sound is this that seems to have calmed down everyone who was restless?

The saintess's voice, in this noisy place, actually caused many people to stop arguing and look around with some confusion.

Then, they saw behind them the girl kneeling on the ground, praying little by little.

They heard the girl's words, understood their meaning, and grasped some of the secrets within them.

"This is... a saint's prayer? She's blessing us, she's telling us it's dangerous here and we should leave quickly..."

Even illiterate passersby could sense this special concern; the gentle whispers, the willingness to take the blame for them and let them leave quickly—it was all palpable.

“Even the Holy Maiden is telling us it’s dangerous. Shouldn’t we leave soon?” some believers said.

Angus's influence on the city was already beginning to show, and many believers, realizing this, didn't want to trouble the saint. After bowing to the kneeling girl on the street, they hurriedly left. They trusted the papacy and the saint, and knew what the papacy was like now, so they left quickly.

The radiance of their vows shone upon them, seemingly making their steps lighter.

The departure of these believers relieved half the pressure on the police, and the streets even felt much more relaxed. It also made them look at Caroline with even more admiration.

This is a saint! She can mobilize so many believers with just one prayer. If she held a public service, how many people could she attract? I can't even imagine!

Even before Caroline finished praying, she was still muttering to herself, which made many people who hadn't noticed her before see the girl who was radiating white light.

Why do I feel that the pressure is increasing here, and that the pressure will decrease if I leave here?

"I also have a feeling, like someone is urging me to leave!"

Some people talked about it curiously, then hurried away as if they had seen a ghost, walking even faster.

This surprised the sheriff even more. "This works? No wonder she's called a saint. Believers pray for her, and non-believers are driven away. Now, only those filming remain here."

“Your Highness, you have been a great help to us!” the sheriff said.

Caroline shook her head. "It's not that I'm helping you, it's that you're helping me... Without your intervention, they would definitely have intervened in this fight. If our battle results in many ordinary people getting injured, I would be very sad."

The girl's words stunned everyone around her who were filming. How long had it been since they had heard such pure and kind words?

Everyone else is only thinking about making money, but she's the only one who thinks about whether anyone is hurt.
So, is this the saintess?

This kindness even made many people feel ashamed of themselves. Some of them even speculated that the so-called saintess might actually be a female superhuman or combatant.

Perhaps it's because they're beautiful that they come here to win people's hearts and gather faith!

Now they understand that it's not like that.

A saint is a saint, a truly holy woman, a girl who prays for the happiness of believers and ordinary people. She is innocent and pure, seemingly untainted, and tries her best to think of everyone.

Caroline continued walking forward and said softly, "The Lord will not abandon anyone. He wants everyone to live well. Faith may not be necessary, but everyone must live well!"

"Please leave! This is not a good place to film. Those demons from hell will harm you!"

Upon hearing this, the reporters felt a chill run down their spines. Why couldn't they feel any malice towards such a voice, such words, and such expressions?

So it turns out the other person's heart was with them...

However, other dissenting voices intervened, "Your Highness, you are not free to drive them away like this!"

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but turn around and look at the "man" who spoke. He was dressed as a man, but his voice was that of a woman.

Seeing so many people looking at him, he suddenly became excited. "We are all born free, and this freedom should not be restricted by anyone, no one at all!"

Upon hearing this, many people understood that this was yet another person trying to extort money; they were clearly a person of diverse backgrounds, and it was difficult to determine their gender.

“So God created man in his own image, that is, in the image of God: a man and a woman,” Caroline said softly. “One cannot deny one’s own gender, nor can one change one’s own gender; this is a disrespect for the Lord! His Holiness the Pope has also said that this erases the distinctions and complementarities of creation, leading to the disappearance of the concept of humanity!”

She looked at the person in front of her and said, "Madam, you should return to your own gender. This is God's will, not a farewell to yourself!"

"Please don't betray your faith. You should be a good lady, a wife, and a whole person..."

Debating with someone like her, a true embodiment of scripture and sacred body, was obviously not going to be a good match for the other party. So, when the person in front of him realized that he couldn't win the argument, he pulled out the gun in his hand!

"Bang!" Flames erupted, and before the police could react, the bullet flew straight toward Caroline!

"What God? He still dies..." it laughed, but then suddenly shut its mouth halfway through its laughter.

Because in front of it, the bullet stopped in front of Caroline's forehead, and then in the holy light, it was gradually dissolved and finally turned into a thin "bronze cross".

Caroline turned to the woman, took off the cross, and handed it to her. "You have faith in your heart, but you have been misled. You can come back!"

"Is this the saint?" the sheriff murmured, recalling the oath in the hymn:

"He will appoint angels to protect you in every path you walk."

PS: Thanks to White Wolf Snowwalker for the 100 Qidian Coins reward. I forgot yesterday, so I'm making up for it now.

(End of this chapter)