From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 342 Under the Holy Lance, All Is Incinerated!
“They have returned to the Lord’s embrace!” John stopped abruptly after walking a short distance and then said.

Everyone made the sign of the cross in front of their eyes, and some fell silent.

In fact, many of them do not know each other. They are all selected from all over the world to be chosen as representatives of the extraordinary.

These people, chosen from all over the world, are undoubtedly outstanding in character and faith. They are all well aware of this, because all their colleagues, without exception, are disciplined.

This means that after they return, they will at least be bishops of a region or leaders of the Catholic Church in a city, and they will have a bright future.

But under these circumstances, these people did not hesitate to sacrifice their own lives, giving them time to escape, while also minimizing the impact of the blood servants on those around them.

“Then we should gradually return…” someone said. “Even in the desert, monsters might escape, and in that case, it will still be the believers who suffer!”

Hearing this, everyone nodded in silence. "Yes, so what should we do?"

"We still have more than twenty people. If we gather together to pray, even at the cost of our lives, could we devise a special ritual to trap them all here?"

"There's no need to kill them, just keep them here. Cardinal Angus will definitely have a way!"

John muttered to himself, "Trapped here? Are we sacrificing our lives to buy time for others? That's true... Los Angeles isn't necessarily peaceful right now either, and Her Highness might not be able to help us, so we have to rely on ourselves!"

When they arrived, they knew the situation here. To be specific, Caroline was in a very critical condition, and they would not receive any help for a long time.

“Rely on yourselves…then rely on yourselves!” John said softly. “The devil cannot influence others; this is our mission. The Lord is watching over us!”

“Yes, the Lord is watching over you!” A clear voice rang out, causing everyone to raise their heads.

They looked up and saw a girl riding a white winged horse slowly descending before them.

"Looks like I'm not too late!"

The girl's words thrilled the people before them. "You are..."

"Jeanne Darke!" The girl's words excited everyone, especially a priest from the Ruhr region, who said with utmost reverence, "So it was you who descended to the mortal realm?"

This name represents only one person, a figure who will stand as a monument in the history of the Vatican!

Saint Joan of Arc!
Her name is even synonymous with the word "saint," making everyone who sees her think of the figure holding a banner and guiding the battlefield!
"I received Caroline's prayer. Come here and speak out for all those who suffer!" Joan of Arc's words filled everyone with hope!

John said, “Your Majesty, we came to rescue people as instructed by Her Highness Saint Caroline, but…”

"Everyone has become blood servants, right? I already know. Tell me about your situation!" Joan of Arc nodded.

“We didn’t want these monsters to enter the city, so we delayed them, but that delay resulted in the sacrifice of a group of our comrades!” John said, looking dejected.

Joan of Arc sighed regretfully, "It seems I'm too late..."

“It’s not your fault!” John quickly said. “They have returned to the Lord’s embrace. We only hope that this crisis will not happen again!”

"It will never happen again, I assure you!" Joan of Arc shouted, raising her head, her imposing face filled with rage. "And now, I will use suffering as my weapon, and plant the banner of my spine on every enemy!"

She stood up, looked at the distant black tide, and mounted her Pegasus again. "Let's go back. The battle is over. Now, it's up to you to appease the people!"

The girl's figure, like an unbreakable banner, fluttered in front of everyone, and was also clearly visible under the helicopter's camera in the sky!
"My voice will fly with the battle banner for a hundred years, until slavery is burned to ashes!" she proclaimed, riding her celestial steed to the front of the blood servants.

The tens of thousands of blood servants looked incredibly exaggerated, like a black tide surging towards Joan of Arc, seemingly about to completely engulf her.

Those terrifying faces, those bloodthirsty eyes, some even had streaks of blood on their mouths!
However, the pure and innocent girl felt no discomfort whatsoever. She simply stared quietly at the army before her and slowly began her prayer.

"Shepherds who gave their lives for their flocks, your sacrifices have not been forgotten. All your sacrifices were meaningful, and they will be the focus of the world's attention!"

She raised the spear in her hand, and at that moment, the spear seemed to have a name. "I, Jeanne Darke, hereby call upon the true name of the Holy Lance Longinus. Descend your true form and join me in slaying the enemy!"

The spear in the girl's hand slowly changed shape under the illumination of a white holy light, transforming into a spear that looked like it was divided into three sections, which she then grasped in her hand again.

At that very moment, a terrifying army of blood servants composed of black people surrounded her.

“Unfortunately, there is no hope of salvation; their souls have been completely corrupted…” Joan of Arc’s voice echoed in the air, followed by words as cold as ice, “In that case, I, Jeanne Darke, hereby pronounce the death sentence upon all the dark creatures before me!”

"By the oath of the Holy Lance Longinus, I hereby conduct judgment! I will sever your right to ascend to Heaven or descend to Hell!"

Just as a blood servant was about to touch her, she leaped into the air, the holy spear in her hand shining with a holy golden light!
Before her, several white souls appeared, bowed to the saintess, and then disappeared.

Joan of Arc's voice rang out at this moment:
"This is not death, but the pinnacle of holy order:"
They used their bodies to perform the most perfect Mass of their lives—

Monks are the bread, priests are the wine, and bishops are the light.

On the ruins of the altar,

Dedicated to the lamb who first tore its rib for us.

The prayer ended, and holy light descended from the sky!

Joan of Arc tossed her spear into the air, where it transformed into a massive, solid phantom that slowly appeared in mid-air.

The enormous holy spear guided a stunning visual feast in the air, and even people in Los Angeles could see the vertical phantom in the sky!

On the phantom, patterns from the Bible are revealed, surrounded by various angels and chanting prayers.

As they prayed, they watched as the enormous holy spear suddenly sank downwards!
It was like a celebration of the Holy See's glory, their immense power, truly, for the first time, and without any concealment, appearing before everyone!
In this wasteland, the saintess waved her hand fiercely, and all the blood servants in this area became the price of this ritual in the holy light!

Holy light shone down, and flames began to burn in every inch of the air in this area, rendering the blood servants who wanted to escape unable to even move.

They could only wail and melt in the flames, eventually being burned to ashes and utterly annihilated here.

But this was still not the end. Joan of Arc still held the Holy Lance in her hand. She hurled it fiercely, and then, in the air, she pierced out two special demons!
"As expected of Hell's handiwork! Even if all thirteen clans gathered together, they might not be able to draw out ten thousand blood servants in such a short time!"

Joan of Arc waved her hand, and the two demons were burned to ashes.

In battles approaching the mid-level angels, all of this is insufficient.

After doing all this, Joan of Arc noticed the large group of papal personnel who had just arrived. She didn't greet them, but instead slowly walked to the positions of the victims.

Here, only a few corpses remain, their original shapes completely gone, leaving only scattered bones.

The saint gently bowed her head and showered the holy light from her hands upon their bodies, saying:
"The Lord has heard your prayers..."

The monk's thorn bushes will bloom with confessional yellow roses.

The priest's river of fire solidified into holy blood amber.

The bishop's aurora borealis collapsed into a miniature shrine!

“You will wash your clothes in the blood of the lamb and return to the kingdom of heaven!”

Behind the saintess were illusory figures of heaven, as if welcoming their arrival.

The Lord never forsakes his believers; this is the expression!
PS: That's all, going to sleep. 2200 votes last month, eight bonus chapters for monthly votes next month... It's going to be a disaster, at this rate, I'm going to die...

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