From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 338 Amidst Despair, Hope Arises
At this moment, the entire city of Los Angeles was filled with only one emotion: despair.

Because they could see no possibility of winning, they could only see a frail young girl praying here.

This news also reached the world and caught the attention of those who were concerned.

Even the blond-haired man looked extremely serious as he watched the scene unfold. Suddenly, he asked, "Where's Chris? Can he go to Los Angeles?"

"Mr. Chris is currently in Miami dealing with a cult incident there. Even if he travels by military aircraft, it will likely take a very long time..."

"I see..." the blond-haired man said with a headache. "Let the National Guard handle it! We can't let these people turn the city into hell!"

He just didn't really want to get involved in Newland's affairs, but the blond guy also knew that he couldn't let these guys with "evil" roots come to power.

The essence of the Vatican remains "goodness," which is its fundamental nature. However, other religious sects may not share this fundamental nature, especially the devil, who is even less likely to be a good person.

Even the worst person wants to be neighbors with good people, not with bad people; that's human nature.

Golden Hair also knew that they couldn't let the devil take over the West Coast, otherwise America might really be crippled in the future.

“But Your Majesty, our power is there, and we may not even be able to stop them…” Qian Si said with some regret.

Before them, on a screen, appeared a scene of battle between superhumans.

For such powerful superhumans, the Dragonblood Warriors they trained couldn't even join the battlefield.

Because their warriors have brute strength but lack the ability to use extraordinary power, those warriors all say that they have this power but can't use it, which makes them feel very frustrated.

"I signed a resource exchange agreement with the five Nordic countries. We will help them train their dragonblood warriors, and in return, they will send Mr. Olafell, a descendant of the legendary dragon slayer Sigurd, to America to teach us how to use this power!"

The golden-haired man said slowly, "We must continue to collect the extraordinary powers from the remaining regions. Just because our extraordinary individuals are not strong enough now doesn't mean we won't be strong enough in the future!"

"America, after all, is our country!"

“You’re right!” Qian Si bowed respectfully. “Then, about the matter in Luo City…”

"Let's leave it to Mario; he has to give us an explanation!"

The fact that even the Golden Retriever was at a loss spread around the world, which only strengthened their resolve to build their own extraordinary team.

Otherwise, if monsters or demons in their kingdoms also cause such extraordinary crises, wouldn't they be in a very difficult situation?
No politician can tolerate such a thing happening; they cannot allow anything beyond their control to occur. So they continue to accelerate their own extraordinary powers and force their teams and the entire world to search for the extraordinary.

Guided by those uncontrolled wills, this emotion is causing certain forces to slowly accumulate.

Meanwhile, the "central hub" observing all of this recorded that "the world's extraordinary willpower has intensified, and it is appropriate to construct a completely new mythological system," and then continued to collect data from high-level information flows.

……

As the focus of global attention, Caroline is certainly not simply praying.

She knelt on the ground, gazing at the despairing scene before her, and held up the crystal on her chest, her eyes filled with determination!
In her ears, she heard those desperate people abandoning their faith. These people saw the power of the dark forces and thought that giving up their faith was no big deal.

Some of the more radical people have even started to speculate whether they would be spared this ordeal if the saintess surrendered.

As for the Black people outside the city and the rescue team, no one remembered them anymore. They were focused on themselves and just wanted to survive.

The unrest caused by this group made the city even more chaotic, and those who took advantage of the chaos to rise to power, or even those who wanted to burn, kill, and loot, caused the flames of war to spread to more places in the city.

Once chaos reigns, it's a time when demons and monsters run rampant—most people know this, of course. But the presence of the police here only gives these people the opportunity to continue their mischief. Ghosts roam, the city is in turmoil; it hasn't even truly been conquered by darkness yet, and it's already become like this. The increasingly terrifying darkness gathers in the sky above the city, making it even more difficult for George and Leon to resist.

They unleashed their most potent fighting power, but all they managed was to go from being beaten to struggling to put up a fight; their decline was almost palpable!
"No, the forces of darkness are oppressing my faith!" Leon leaned against George with some difficulty and whispered, "Darkness and fear are strengthening them!"

"Don't give up, Leon!" George shouted. Holding his sword, he made the two attacking monsters hesitate to strike. The power from Saint George's weapon allowed him to continue.

"I feel even more hope. The Lord has not abandoned us, nor have the believers. Cheer up! Behind us are the lights of thousands of homes!"

"Good!" Leon charged forward again, squeezing out the light and hope in his heart, piercing through a werewolf and throwing it to the ground.

George's eyes shone brightly with golden light, and the sword light from his longsword killed the two strongest vampires. This surprised Remus and Vlad, who were watching the drama unfold. Where did these two get their power?
Bloodlust flashed in their eyes; they were fighting desperately!
At this moment, however, most people in the city still had their eyes on Caroline.

This country's many years of missionary work have led a large group of people, especially those at the bottom of society, to still believe in the Vatican; they are the true core of the church.

"I believe in Her Highness, she won't abandon us!"

"The Papacy's warriors are still fighting, how can you say we've lost?"

"Her Highness is even saving Black people, how could she possibly abandon us?"

"Yes, they are protecting us, so why are you still cursing them? The Lord's warriors are fighting, while you believers are siding with the devil?"

Amidst the loud opposition, some people still held fast to their beliefs, continued to advocate for the two warriors, and continued to pass on the power of faith to Caroline.

Caroline was deeply moved. She looked at the power of will and hope that was still coming toward her, and watched the two warriors who were protecting her fighting desperately. She trembled with fear!

She slowly stood up from her kneeling prayer position, tore off a piece of her nun's robe, and tied it to a broken spear of light on the ground—the spear that Leon had just broken, which he hadn't even had time to pick up and had simply left there.

But now, with the nun's robes tied on, the spear of light and the cloth together form a special "flag"!
The girl stood there holding the flag, seemingly radiant, yet she herself appeared to be the light itself!

Her prayers were slowly being conveyed and spread across this battlefield!

"O fiery maiden of Lorraine!"
Please rekindle the ashes in my heart—

There were still embers of warmth remaining in this heart cavity.

They can be burned to serve as beacon towers to illuminate the way for reinforcements!

She raised the flag in her hand, and in the firelight, it seemed as if one could see the glory of the Orleans battlefield. And in this firelight, the flag, which was originally just a strip of cloth, transformed into a real flag in her hand!
In everyone's eyes, it seemed as if even more radiance was emerging from this saintess!

And the girl's prayers continued:
"Red Banner Saint of Rouen!"
Lend me the burning strength of your wrist when you were bound:

Bind my long hair into a bowstring!
Melt my tears and make lead pellets!

Her hair suddenly straightened up, as if it had truly become a silver bowstring, and her tears splashed down at that moment, like solidified bullets!

She stood there, her robes fluttering in the wind, her presence radiating authority without a hint of anger!
"This is...this is who it is!" Upon hearing this and seeing this scene, someone exclaimed in surprise.

"What did you see?" someone else asked.

“This is Joan of Arc! The saint who raised the flag and called on people to rise up against the invaders, isn’t she just like this now?” The man suddenly knelt down and cried out, “Lord, will you send down the power of the saint to save us?”

Joan of Arc raises the flag

(End of this chapter)