From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 341 Faith is strength, and even more so, perseverance.

Outside the city, in a desolate wilderness.

A monk named John is leading the Vatican's superhumans in a frantic escape!
Just now, he brought his men here to rescue people, but unexpectedly, they plunged into a trap and were almost surrounded.

These blood servants, like a vast ocean, threatened to drown him.

In fact, these blood servants are not strong. Although there are several hundred of them, they are only at the limit of ordinary people's combat power. In their eyes, they should be easy to deal with.

But who could have imagined that not only these few hundred blood servants, but also the remaining ten thousand captured people were blood servants!
They hid very well, and were still shouting "help" when the crowd came over!
But as they passed by, these black people suddenly transformed, their bodies turned white, and fangs appeared in their mouths!
Several priests who went to rescue the people were bitten before they could dodge and are still being dragged along.

Behind them, tens of thousands of blood servants, their eyes red, were running towards them.

If it were a one-on-one situation, they could gradually eliminate these ten thousand blood servants. However, this was a one-against-many situation with monsters that were not afraid of death. They had no choice but to run away.

If they were truly surrounded, a single monster could devour them all in one bite!
They were not among those favored by the gods, but rather members of the Church who were bound by discipline. Their combat power far surpassed that of ordinary people, yet they had not reached the level of being "inhuman."

They are roughly equivalent to those extraordinary monsters who can put up a minor fight against an army. Perhaps they can improve after continuing their cultivation in the future, but they are still far from enough now.

"Don't head towards Los Angeles, let's head into the desert, eastward!" John said anxiously to the people around him. They were under the blazing sun, their foreheads covered in sweat, but they dared not linger for even a moment.

Behind them, more than 10,000 people surged toward them like a black tide, as if to drown them.

He knew perfectly well that heading west now might lead to reinforcements or the Holy Maiden, who would likely have a better chance of survival.

But such a decision would turn the entire city of Los Angeles into a hell of demons and monsters. Although the city was no different from hell, it was something that his doctrines and beliefs absolutely forbade to cause suffering to ordinary people.

“Reverend John, we can’t go southeast either, that’s a small town there, we can only go east!” someone shouted. They immediately turned sharply and began another long escape.

They could have escaped, but some people have raised a question: if they had actually escaped, where would these monsters have gone?
It's obvious that they will scatter and search for fresh blood in the surrounding area!
That would truly be an unspeakable sin. The thought terrified them, so John made the final decision to guide the monsters to the eastern desert.

In that wilderness, such a crisis can be minimized.

However, it was precisely this frequent turning and changing of destination that caused their speed and that of the monsters to decrease. Especially now, in order to take care of the wounded, their movement speed was already slower than that of the monsters behind them!
What this means is crystal clear: they will be caught up soon.

Everyone knew, but they didn't say anything. Instead, they carried the people on their backs, and their strength surged again, wanting to hurry up!
“Priest John, put us down…” Just then, several of the bitten priests shouted, “We’re slowing you down, put us down, we’ll buy you some time!”

John shook his head. "No, you haven't been converted. As long as you can go back and find Cardinal Angus or Her Highness the Saint, they can save you!"

Their strength can resist that erosion, and they will be fine for a short time.

"No, that's not how it works. If you keep dragging us along, everyone will die here!" the men said calmly. "Put us down, and we can buy you more time."

Hearing these words, John seemed a little distressed, but he also knew that this was not a time for capriciousness, and this was the best solution.

"Release them!" John shouted.

“Priest, don’t let them go, I can take them with me!” a monk said, but John had already made up his mind.

“I said, release them!” John shouted. “I will take full responsibility, I will go to His Holiness the Pope to atone for my sins, but now, release them!”

Upon hearing this, everyone had no choice but to put down the person they were carrying and continue running forward. Only John stayed behind, facing the wounded in front of him, and offered his prayers and blessings.

"The Lord will bless you!"

“We pray for you in heaven, priests!” Those who remained smiled and said in unison, “May the Lord’s glory shine upon the earth!”

John left without looking back, leaving the group of men to help each other to their feet and turn to face the oncoming blood servants.

The black monsters weren't scorched by the sunlight because they weren't vampires, but merely blood servants—monsters transformed by vampires, but who failed. They couldn't fly, and didn't possess the powerful regenerative abilities, but their fearlessness and disregard for casualties left the Church's superhumans with no choice but to flee.

Now, they stopped running. At this distance, they could almost see the red eyes and pale faces of those hideous monsters. An ordinary person would have been terrified by now.

But this group of people didn't. They just stood there and watched, quietly watching, waiting for their messenger of death to arrive.

"Do not be afraid, for the Lord's glory shines upon us, and the gates of heaven have been opened for us, my brothers!"

The leader spoke softly, then spoke without hesitation, “This is our last prayer on earth, brothers. Now, it is time for us to give our lives for the glory of the Lord. Are you… afraid?”

"Fear not!" the youngest monk shouted. "Followers of my Lord should not fear the enemy!"

Even though his body was trembling, he still stood up straight and began to pray:

"I once filled the confessional with my lazy snores."

I now wish to become a gatekeeper!

Let the monstrous claws tear my shinbone to make a door latch.
Every crack should be a thorn in the heart of Benedict's heart!

“How could I be afraid? I am only afraid that I have not spread the glory of the Lord to every place where the sun does not shine!” the elderly priest said softly. He also stood up, his old body straight and upright.

"I once diluted the holy blood with vanity."
Now, let's brew it again with the internal organs!

Please press my body into a sacrificial cake.
"The oil, marrow, and bones all boil to form a protective river of fire!"

“Yes…” The leading man took out his scepter. He was a bishop and a local lord who strictly adhered to the doctrines. “We will not have fear, we can only have piety! We can only have piety! Because the Kingdom of God is right before our eyes, because behind us is the stairway to the Kingdom of Heaven!”

"The cat's eye stone at the end of my cane was originally inlaid with compromises."
Now, let us be like the morning star, ready to fight to the death!
I beg that this mutilated body be used as the final reliquary.

The eruption of the monks' cold prayers from Mount Cassino!

Everyone began to pray together, “Lord, You are the One, the Ten Thousand, the Host, the One…”

At that moment, black thorns sprouted from the monk's shinbones, transforming into sharp rock spikes that blocked their path.

The priest's ribs seemed to be dripping blood, which fell to the ground and transformed into an endless, surging river of flames!

In the bishop's hands, the scepter inlaid with cat's eye suddenly burst forth with golden light, transforming into a beam of light that swept away the enemy ranks!

The blood servants who had not yet arrived here were abruptly stopped by these three attacks. After suffering heavy casualties, they finally reached the group of cultivators.

Everyone knew they were going to die, but no one was afraid or terrified. Facing the bloodthirsty monster before them, all they could do was smile!
They knelt on the ground, and what greeted the blood servants was the final prayer of everyone present:
"Eternal Lamb!"
Accept this hastily performed blood sacrifice mass:
Monk's bones were used to make nine-fold sacrificial cakes
The blood of the priest becomes the cup of the new covenant.

The Bishop's Eye is the Eternal Lamp
Please grant—

The footprints of the fleeing souls were branded into the steps of angels ascending and descending.
And our name

It is engraved on the title page of today's Martyrs' Record:
'They gave their lives for their sheep.'

In this prayer, they were overwhelmed by the blood servants. There were no screams, no weeping, only a final, whispered prayer, the priests' last wish: "Amen!"

The blood servants surged past, leaving behind three corpses and a patch of holy light.

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