From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 392 The Crown of Thorns Descends!
The World Security Council, a meeting of major powers to discuss world security—this was originally a joke, but today it has become a reality.

Because today, they are actually using video conferencing to discuss issues of global security.

"Our nuclear weapons are ready!" the blond man said. "Vladimir, what about yours?"

The aloof man, still standing in the snowstorm, nodded slightly. "I have the Tsar Bomba right beside me. As long as your missiles are launched, mine will also cross the Pacific Ocean—I hope your people will not intercept them!"

"Intercept? And then wait for us all to become the spoils of war of false gods?" the blond-haired man said self-deprecatingly. "I originally thought that becoming the leader of a great power would allow me to control everything, but now I realize that we are just extras in the supernatural realm..."

"At least you're an extra, while we're not even that!" the British Prime Minister said self-deprecatingly. "You still have supernatural abilities, you can still resist, but what do we have left?"

Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. It was true; at least they had extraordinary abilities to rely on, but this former world overlord hadn't even discovered a trace of special power, let alone extraordinary abilities.

"If we truly weather this crisis, no matter what, I will push forward with the development of our superhuman forces!" Macaron declared loudly. "This kind of thing cannot happen near our country!"

His words reflected the thoughts of the other three people present. They didn't want to see a situation where they were completely powerless and could only watch the extraordinary forces fight desperately again.

Golden Hair's face darkened. He remembered what he had said to the people of the Vatican: "Our superhuman warriors can also do their part," and how Leon had refused.

"Your Excellency, your soldiers are not mentally sound. If they were to go there, they would probably become someone else's soldiers in an instant. On the battlefield of the extraordinary, the purity of the heart is often more important than combat power!"

With cruel words, Leon told the blond-haired man an even crueler truth: his supposedly powerful superhuman team was not even qualified to step onto the battlefield!
This is terrifying, and it has further strengthened the determination of these leaders of major countries to build extraordinary teams and even promote extraordinary abilities among the entire population.

They didn't want to encounter such a situation again, nor did they want to be at the mercy of others, so this was the only result they came up with.

This scene was also witnessed by Bai Yang, who said very casually, "You see, even under external pressure, these countries will still make the right choices!"

“Yes, Your Majesty, they have no other choice!” Alvin’s voice rang out slowly. “Then shall we deploy your Crown of Thorns?”

"Of course, our goal is to spread the extraordinary and create an enemy, not to actually portray a terrifying killer!" Bai Yang said. "We've already paid such a heavy price; it's time to wrap things up!"

"This incident will make them realize the horror of the extraordinary crisis and the necessity of their own extraordinary abilities. It will also make ordinary people who aspire to be extraordinary clearly understand the consequences of the extraordinary crisis!"

"Let's wrap this up, there are no more fish to catch!"

……

Meanwhile, in the Caribbean Sea, on the surface of this windless graveyard, a tremendous crisis continues!

“Hiss…” Angus looked at the dim cross on his chest and felt a pang of heartache.

This is the faith and strength he has accumulated since he started in San Diego!

"Unfortunately, this power can only delay, not bring victory!" Angus thought with some regret. He turned to look into the distance, where Caroline's twelfth prayer had granted her power, turning the "crystal men" in front of the light barrier into dust.

Unfortunately, it was all for naught; they all knew that these monsters didn't have the concept of death.

They were killed countless times, but they rose again and again until they were all worn down to death.

"If there's really no hope... then use our last strength to send Caroline away!" Angus suddenly thought. "She's different from the others; she's a messenger of the Lord. She will bring new hope!"

It was at this moment that Angus was surprised to find that the intense pressure he had been under had suddenly lessened!
Beside him, Ivan's tense body relaxed instantly, and he fell directly into the sea.

But everyone knew that it wasn't that the monster in front of them had taken pity on them; rather, it was that helpers had arrived!
Everyone turned around and saw the old man walking on the sea, not walking fast, but with incredibly steady steps.

"Your Majesty Mario!" Angus exclaimed hastily, "You've come too?"

Mario nodded. "I had to come! Otherwise, people would say that I, Mario, risked the entire Holy See while hiding behind it all..."

Angus quickly replied, "No, Your Majesty, the current Vatican would never do such a thing!"

"I know!" Mario waved his hand, "But... so many brothers and sisters dying in front of me, I would be heartbroken!"

His expression turned serious. "Cardinal Angus Bennett, I order you to take them away from here immediately!"

Angus wanted to say something more, but then realized it wouldn't make much sense, so he could only nod solemnly, "Your Majesty, you... must be careful!"

He wasn't worried about Mario lacking power, because only true members of the Papacy knew exactly how much power the Pope wielded!
You must understand that the faith of the whole world will only reach "the Lord", and the Pope is the only one who can control this power!
Even so, he still has to face this terrifying "false god." If Mario also fails, they will truly have no hope.

Hearing his words, Mario nodded gently, "I understand, you can go now!"

His voice was soft and his words gentle, yet they carried an incredibly gentle strength, even lessening the pressure from Kuchmama. Mario took out his Bible, unfolded it, and began to read aloud to Kuchmama: "Abraham said, 'My son, God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering.'"

With his voice, Angus led the heavily wounded people around him and slowly retreated to the ship where Caroline was, and then continued to retreat.

Throughout this process, Mario continued chanting, while Kuchamama and the crystal figures around him returned to their positions, staring at Mario without uttering a word.

“Ha! Such vigorous willpower, I thought it was Yahweh himself who had come…” Kuchamama said, of course he would not admit that he was frightened.

After all, the pressure that man named Yahweh exerted on them during that war of the gods was immense!

Monotheism represents this unique pantheon, where no deity exists, yet it also implies that this deity possesses a power so immense that it still terrifies him to this day.

Therefore, upon discovering that this power originated from a mortal, he couldn't help but sneer, "What? Yahweh is too busy to face me, so he sent you here with his power to die?"

Mario stared at him, then suddenly remembered something he had seen in the documents, and said, "False God... Do you still remember the Shroud of Blood? The Holy See still keeps such a sacred relic!"

Upon hearing this, Kuchamama coldly replied, "You mean that priest from the sea? Ha! He's doing everything in his power to protect this sea, to protect his followers, from being corrupted!"

"Unfortunately, he couldn't do it! He could only watch as I killed everyone on his ship and completed the corruption of the sacred relic in his hands!"

"Before he died, he was still praying to his Lord to save him, but I have kept his bones here for three hundred years!"

"I'll ask on his behalf: Where is your Lord? Is he still alive?"

Upon hearing these malicious remarks, Mario remained silent. Instead, he took out the crown of thorns he had brought and put it on his head.

The elderly pope knelt down and began his prayer:

My Father,

The thorns on the headband were so heavy.

As Your Son inherited in His day.

Each sharp awn piercing flesh and bone,
They are all repeating Your lamentations in the garden.

Please make ordinary wood manifest its divine power—

Allow it to remember the suffering of Golgotha.

Rather than my insignificant bleeding.

If this thorny ring must be stained with fresh blood.

Please make it
Not as a shield, but as an altar
Not as a weapon, but merely as a witness.
Not for spoils, but for the hope

As the roar of the abyss draws near.

Allow me to retain only one thought:
'Your will is carried out even through thorns and brambles,'

As it was in the past, walking on the cross.

Amen. "

The golden crown of thorns that once adorned his head now completely concealed its brilliance, becoming utterly simple.

Then, Mario stood up and said softly to Kuchamama, "Of course the Lord is there. He is right above us, watching over everything we see!"

“George asked you, ‘Will there be blood?’ I want to ask the same question, Lord Kuchamama, would you self-proclaimed gods shed blood in the faith of Christians all over the world?”

On his head, on the Crown of Thorns, the Hebrew mark of "" appeared, making his figure shine with unparalleled brilliance!
"If so, then let us face the judgment of all believers!"

He waved his hand, and a huge white light descended from the sky!

The blow to faith has been delivered!

(End of this chapter)