From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 386 The Vatican, the Vatican! (Bonus Chapter 58 for Monthly Tickets)

Under Mario's orders, members of the Vatican worldwide began to take action.

Although Angus's repeated purges have reduced the power that the Vatican can mobilize worldwide to perhaps only one-tenth of what it used to be.

But the speed at which this one-tenth of the force was mobilized was more than a hundred or a thousand times faster than before.
Almost instantly, everyone nearby was mobilized. Even those who weren't nearby started praying at the nearest church, hoping to bring some strength to Mario's mission!
As Mario's plane approached, neighboring countries also received notifications from the Vatican.

The golden retriever's side was the first to receive the message, which surprised them. "What does this mean? The Vatican is going to take over these monsters?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, His Holiness the Pope said that they must ensure this monster does not appear outside the Caribbean Sea, and they must ensure the safety of most people in the world!"

"So, should we open up special routes for them?"

Golden Retriever nodded instantly, "Go! Give them whatever they want, send them straight to the front lines! Don't hesitate, go now!"

"Although we don't yet have a way to fight this monster, the Vatican is going to take action, and we can't hold them back!"

"Leaving aside all other preconditions, we are all human beings, and at least in times like these, we still stand together!"

The golden retriever's words silenced everyone, but what silenced them even more was the scene before them.

With Kuchamama's words, those "chosen ones" he had transformed had become killing tools devoid of self-awareness.

Everyone knew what kind of carnage these monsters would cause once they reached land, but no one took the initiative to suggest stopping them.

Because the initial target of these guys should be the surrounding islands, since they weren't the first to be affected by the disaster, they thought they would wait and see.

After all, they don't know pain or suffering until the killing is right in front of them; they'll think about letting others take the hits first.

Some people might even think that since this place is relatively close to Mexico, shouldn't those followers of the gods of the Americas step in and put up a fight?

As for them taking the initiative first?

Why? Why? Their own forces have to spend money, persuade Congress, and face attacks from hostile forces... This is simply too much of a loss for them, so basically no one wants to do it.

At the very least, none of these people who hold positions without doing their jobs and don't want to take responsibility want to do this job.

Didn't you see that the two ships of superhumans have left? That's what everyone thinks: better to die than to die. Before the knife even touches their own heads, they let others suffer first. That's human nature!
Just when they thought that everyone in the world shared their views, two patrol boats disembarked from the French ship, carrying priests dressed in black robes.

"The Vatican has already started..." Baron said with some surprise beside the blond man, "They only have about twenty people, and they're already preparing to go and fight these monsters?"

“I guess they might be trying to buy time for those behind them to leave…” Qian Si said with some emotion, “My God, is this the Papacy you wanted to establish?”

Even the most selfish person, upon witnessing this scene, would find it difficult to utter any sarcastic remarks, because they themselves would not wish to go to the battlefield, and would always feel admiration when seeing heroes stepping onto the battlefield.

"So—'All our people are gone, right? Only the ship is still there, relaying messages?' Luo suddenly said, causing everyone to freeze in shock.

This sounds a bit sad, doesn't it? They're all dead...

……

"This is how we know what love is: the Lord laid down his life for us; and we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers." On that small boat, the bishops and priests from France were also reciting the doctrine.

They witnessed the monsters' fighting prowess and knew that with their abilities, it would be difficult to withstand their attacks.

But after the bishop spoke, not a single priest left.

“We are brothers, we should stand together and dedicate our lives!” someone said. “His Holiness the Pope wants us to stop them, and we should do it! This is our wish and our ultimate goal!”

"We are not afraid of death, we are only afraid of not completing the mission!"

This group of people blocked the path of the crystalline monsters and shouted, "This road is now closed! If you want to pass, you'll have to step over us!"

Hearing this, Kuchamama looked at them and scoffed, "Three hundred years ago, that Spaniard said the same thing, and he was even carrying a shroud. Didn't he become a cursed corpse too?" "What makes you think you can stop me?"

Upon hearing this, the bishop did not hesitate to pick up his scepter and strike himself hard on the head.

"Lord, please transform this pain into thorns to hinder the enemy's advance, let my head be the foundation of this obstruction, and let my body become a barrier separating us from the eternal enemy!"

His body visibly slumped down, but the bishop looked at Kuchamama and said loudly, "We have no intention of stopping you, but the light of the Lord will become the eternal foundation, enveloping this area!"

He roared, “The blood of the lamb will fill this ravine, and the eternal dike will keep the abyss at bay!”

Upon hearing this, Kuchamama was immediately shocked. "The Vatican is a madman! That guy from 300 years ago was, and so are you!"

He was certainly not afraid of these people fighting to the death, but this guy wasn't fighting him to the death; he was using his own life to buy time.

This made Kuchamama feel very uneasy. The people in the Vatican were very wicked. If they really caused something, he would be in a very awkward position.

But he seemed to be a little too late. The group of people appeared exceptionally resolute. They had even begun their final prayers. Everyone knelt on the small boat, and their voices in the air converged into a river of light!

“Please accept this mutilated body as the final casket of the Holy Sacrament. I beseech Your command:”
With my blood as mortar

Use my body as a bolt

With my soul as a barrier

Ego sum Ostium! (I am the gate!)

At that very moment, their prayers transformed into a firm and unwavering power of will, unfolding a magnificent high wall before everyone!

A golden wall stood on the sea, blocking their path!

“We have a fortified city, with salvation as its walls and outer perimeter!” the bishop cried out, visibly weakening as this prayer nearly exhausted him.

But he still did not fall. He staggered to his feet and met the gaze of the evil god before him: "The Lord created this world, so the safety of this world should be protected by us, the Lord's servants!"

"The Lord said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light in the world!"

"We will stay here until your schemes are completely thwarted!"

This nameless French bishop was slowly watching his life slip away.

Because at that very moment, those who had crystallized were already attempting to breach this barrier!
Ordinary barriers were no match for their impact, so he used his own life to link with the barrier, hoping to hold out a little longer.

"Unfortunately, I can't hold on for much longer..." he thought with some regret, his face suddenly turning pale, a sign of his body rapidly depleting its energy!

Just then, a monk picked up the scepter that had fallen onto the ship and said to the bishop with a smile, "Sir, how can we let you maintain this alone? Count me in!"

"No! You are not me, you have even less power, it will be drained!" The bishop tried to stop them, but to no avail.

The monks, one after another, grasped the scepter and smiled at him, saying, "Your Excellency, we are fighting for this world, so let us meet again in heaven!"

The golden barrier solidified once more, preventing the crystalline monsters from advancing and forcing them to watch helplessly as the ship disappeared before them.

This scene was also witnessed by high-ranking officials in many countries around the world, who looked at it with eyes full of regret.
"What a fine group of cultivators... are they really willing to sacrifice their lives just to stop us?"

“Yes, just to buy time, they have to sacrifice their lives!” Mario said softly. “Is this the darkness His Holiness Saint George spoke of? We, the Holy See, will face it!”

Death and the end of the world threaten humanity's safety, but there are still people who stand in the way of humanity in the face of these disasters: the Vatican!

P.S.: This is the fifth bonus chapter of the month, so there are three chapters left. I'm trying my best to finish... but I can't take it anymore, time for bed!
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