From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 388 False God, Will He Bleed?
"If you hadn't run into me, you would have really gotten through this crisis!"

The moment George persuaded these "people" and made their souls begin to struggle, Kuchamama intervened in their actions very decisively!
This crystal-like "blasphemer" displayed his terrifying power.

He raised the blood-red cross sword and slashed it down fiercely in George's direction, creating invisible ripples that seemed to spread out from the sea.

George instinctively raised his sword to block the attack, but he was shocked to find that the attack was never aimed at him, but at the group of "crystal men" in front of him!
Those souls touched by his words let out an incredibly loud and terrifying scream that even moved everything in the soul space he could hear!
"Ah!" they screamed, clutching their own necks, seemingly hoping to feel better, but the situation only made their suffering worse.

Then, right before George's eyes, the souls of this group of people were completely annihilated!

Kuchamama then looked at George with great smugness, "Believer of Yahweh, it seems the soul you placed your hopes on has not given you an answer!"

He must have been tyrannical, after all, he had been suppressed for more than a thousand years. During those thousand years, he was subjected to endless oppression almost every moment, so when he was released, he was naturally filled with boundless rage!
He vented his anger directly on these people and on the world, which led to his previous declaration!

But George couldn't accept it. His anger visibly flared up. "You're... blaspheming their souls! Their souls were clearly repenting, yet you've completely killed them!"

"As my apostles, they still betray me. If I don't kill them, do you expect me to persuade them to attack me?"

Kuchamama said matter-of-factly, “Those who take my things should be prepared to give everything for me! Go, my warriors, go and kill the messengers of Yahweh on their land!”

On the sea, a group of "Crystal Men" moved as if on flat ground, rushing towards George!

George raised his sword. He knew there was no way this matter could be resolved peacefully. The "blasphemer" before him was probably a being similar to an evil god or a great demon in the Bible. He had come here first with only one purpose—to buy time!
Yes, after Mario gave the order, all the members of the Papacy came here, just to buy time until the Pope arrived and completely dealt with the monster in front of them!

Even if he is a saint, even if he may have infinitely glorious power in the future, on such a battlefield, he is also one of the delayers. He has to block the god in front of him for the sake of those behind him.

Therefore, facing Kuchamama, George did not hesitate at all and decisively raised his longsword:

"Saint George, I offer my life as a sacrifice, and I beg you for a power that can help me fight against evil!"

Yes, raising one's hand is a deadly move, and lifting one's hand is a prayer of self-sacrifice.

George knew perfectly well that he had no chance of fighting the other party. He was just a superhuman favored by a saint. He had experience fighting vampires, demons, and werewolves, and had even witnessed the battle between the archangel and the great demon.

He clearly recognized the difference between himself and the blasphemer before him, so he didn't even have time to hesitate before sacrificing himself!
As the sacrifice proceeded, a bright light appeared in the sea, causing every observer to squint.

“They truly are saints! We are saved!” someone said in the white house, but this did not elicit much agreement.

The blond man said in a deep voice, "George can't exert that much power; he's fighting desperately!"

For a saint like George, the White House naturally has complete information. They know clearly how powerful he is and that George cannot unleash that power.

They all understood what it meant to be able to release it: it meant burning themselves out!

Extraordinary individuals are truly capable of igniting themselves because they possess boundless energy. It is precisely because everyone present knew this that they felt a sense of regret.

"Why...why do they have to do this..." Baron said blankly. "The sea is so vast, they could have just delayed things a little. Why did they have to shoulder everything themselves?"

They all knew that America was not the victim of this crisis, at least not for a long time, and was far removed from the believers of the Vatican; they had no need to do so!

But they did it anyway, one after another, regardless of the cost!
Whether they were bishops, monks, or saints, they all burned themselves without hesitation, just to buy a little more time!
Behind them were groups of people who had received the news and were heading to the Caribbean without hesitation, traveling by plane or ship without stopping for a moment!

Professor Thomas suddenly realized, "Because...this is the Vatican! This is the Vatican we know, the one that upholds doctrine and protects the world!" "The Bible teaches us that sacrifice is a prefiguration of atonement, and we only talk about it, but they are upholding this doctrine!"

"God is atoning for our sins, and so are we; they are bearing our sins!"

Thomas recited the words from Romans very softly: “Therefore I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship.”

It must be said that the Vatican's move is both very popular and very eye-catching.

While other extraordinary forces either left or failed, the Holy See was willing to gamble everything to save the future of this planet!
This greatly increased their resolve. Even politicians who didn't believe in the Papacy before started to believe in the determination of this behemoth, because their intelligence channels revealed that Pope Mario had already crossed the Rocky Mountains and was heading to the Caribbean!
Even the Pope has come; who can say that the Vatican doesn't genuinely want to protect this world?
The spirit of the martyr was incredibly powerful and majestic, and it also carried a sense of determination as it rushed towards the group of crystallized people.

In a single instant, all the crystal beings were cleaved in two by a terrifying heat wave!

George reappeared in everyone's sight, but this time he no longer looked like a human, but rather more like a god!
Wings made of light unfolded behind his body, lifting him into the air and transforming him into a special "angel".

"Summoning the power of a saint through life? That's something you hypocrites are capable of doing!" Kuchamama still had the mind to comment on George's attire, clearly not taking him seriously.

"But... how long can we sustain ourselves by consuming the power of faith and life? How many people like you in this world can stand in my way?"

He waved his hand, and the "crystal men" that had just been severed slowly regenerated under his power.

Behind him, the altar that emitted black light also emitted a terrifying black light at this moment, soaring into the sky with incomparably terrifying power!

"I am Kuchamama! The sea god! The deity of this ocean, your life-consuming attacks are nothing more than a wave of my hand to restore me!"

Kuchamama looked at George's figure and said with a mocking expression, "Yahweh did not send angels down to earth, yet he made you pious people pay with your lives? If you lose this life, you will only have a remnant of your soul left. Do you really want to do this?"

"Why not turn to me? I will give you everything you desire: power, wealth, authority, and even eternal life! Yahweh cannot give you eternal life, but I can!"

"I will become a new god and lead you to a new world, instead of you being slaves here!"

The crystalline monster lunged at George again, proving the other party's words true.

On this land, he was truly like a god. The monsters that George had to fight desperately to kill could be revived by him with a wave of his hand. This situation could not be described by the word "despair".

People with a weaker mindset have even started to consider whether they should convert to this kind of belief.

But George did not. He parried the attack with his sword, looked at Kuchamama in the sky, and said coldly, "Then, Lord Kuchamama, the false god, will you bleed?"

He held the sword upright in front of his chest and began a prayer:
"In the name of the Son, the Father, and the Holy Spirit! In the name of St. George!"
The glory of Jerusalem shines upon the name of the holy sword!

The blood of the dragon became the inscription on the sword!

The cherubim's chariot will charge with me against the Lord's enemies!

A massive sword light slashed down from the sky!

(End of this chapter)