From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 75 That day, all of New York saw the light.
This ceremony was certainly not something they were the only ones paying attention to.

The police helicopter circled overhead, truthfully reporting the situation to the golden retriever far away at the White House.

He, along with his advisors and the nation's most important high-ranking officials, watched this scene unfold:
Red lava surged continuously below, gradually filling the East River and completely surrounding the building.

The entire prison, scorched by the intense heat, had been transformed into a living hell, with only one building still harboring any living creatures.

On the rooftop, ten thousand people knelt down and, under the guidance of two people, began the real "ritual"!
Led by the knight Leon, and with George Stasi, a "saint" who was himself a farmer, as the main guide, a grand ritual prayer was launched.

Everyone was ready, because they had no other choice. Everyone understood America's official actions; they were beyond saving.

Just like the wildfires in California, or the heavy snow in Texas, the government won't send people to rescue them, especially since they are a group of criminals, which makes it even more unlikely.

Even if it was possible just now, there is no chance now. The scorching lava has turned this place into a hopeless wasteland, leaving everyone here to wait for death to come.

That's why Lyon was able to organize his men for one last desperate attempt!
The police chief and others had already taken to the skies in helicopters to watch the grand ceremony.
“The people of the Vatican are all madmen; they’re gambling with their lives!” Stephen said.

Jeff, who was by his side, had a different opinion. The famous anchor became a devout believer overnight, saying, "This is not a crazy gamble, but a special ritual to save New York!"

"His heart is filled with the compassion of every single person in this city; that is the greatest compassion!"

Perhaps it was the power of the Holy Light that made Jeff feel so deeply. "I can't speak for others, but at least Mr. Leon is devout and kind!"

Leon and George could have left; they had the ability and the means, and they could have been taken away by Stephen, but they didn't choose that option!

They stayed, hoping to live on with the people in front of them and save the city together!
The two looked down together and saw Leon kneeling on the ground, cutting his palm with the knife in his hand, using the power of the Holy Mark to outline a special mark!

It was a large cross, slowly glowing on the ground!
Then, in this almost chaotic atmosphere, everyone heard his first prayer:
"Yahweh! Lord who prepared the ram on Mount Moriah!"
The abyss before our feet has swallowed the morning star.

Sulfur storm scorched the roots and stems of lilies.

Break the silence with your cherubim chariots.

Just like the moment the curtain was cleaved through the Red Sea!

The prayer was not loud, but it resounded through the hustle and bustle of the early morning sky!

George, who had been canonized by Michael, also slowly knelt before Lyon and uttered his prayer:
"These hands, which once held five loaves and two fish, are now festering."
The armored chest was crawling with cowardly maggots.

But You promise: "My power is made perfect in weakness."

At this moment, we offer the broken hilt of our sword as a sacrifice.
I acknowledge that you alone are the thunderbolt that shatters the heavens!

No sooner had the words been spoken than a bolt of lightning flashed across the clear sky, illuminating all of them!
"Boom!" A terrifying thunderous explosion rang in everyone's ears, leaving some of the onlookers speechless!

Leon hurled the stone from his chest into the air, the light spear piercing it mid-air as he roared:
May the cold light of the holy spear Longinus pierce through the poisonous haze.
Let us rewrite our covenant with the blood from your side!

George then stood and prayed, holding his Bible:

"Please use the resurrected five-wound stigmata as a coordinate."
A matrix of holy light, like irises, descended—

The scorched earth sprouts new buds from the laurel tree.
May the toxic river, which has breached its banks, be transformed into the wine of the feast at Cana!

The saint came before the ten thousand prisoners, guided them, and uttered the final prayer that had just been passed on to each of them:

If you delay in providing assistance,
We then used the bones as stakes and the tendons as strings.
Tighten the bridge of faith across the abyss!
The banner of salvation will sweep across the valley of the shadow of death.
A new song will surely resound in the faint light of dawn:
"You broke the bow and spear, and routed the enemy on the battlefield!"

A deep voice came from the rooftop as they recited this final prayer, as if they were performing a grand ceremony!

The voices of everyone seemed to echo throughout the island, circulating in all the surrounding space.

These are the three powers that Michael spoke of. As a paladin, Leon's prayer is a sacred chant.
George, being a saint, prayed in the form of Athena.
These ten thousand devout believers prayed in a sacred melody!
Thus, the prayer of the Holy See, belonging to the Trinity, has reached its final stage.

Finally, Leon and George stood together, facing the direction of the rising sun, and uttered their final prayer:

"May the Lord come and refine this prayer, like a potter reshaping clay."

Amen!"

The roar of magma was like a terrifying harbinger of doom. The rolling lava seemed like the prelude to the end of the world. As everyone prayed on the rooftop, the crisis on the entire island finally erupted completely!

The mixing of highly heated magma and seawater creates a terrifying temperature difference that can trigger a reaction known as a "Mist explosion," a special type of explosive steam eruption.

This terrifying explosion does not occur directly, but rather accumulates rapidly during a high-temperature reaction and is finally released in one go.

At that time, the terrifying shockwave, the horrific explosion, and the even more exaggerated secondary disasters will turn this place into a living hell!

This is why Chief Stephen was willing to let Leon give it a try.

This terrifying explosion could have a range of several kilometers, and the damage could even penetrate right through Manhattan!

[New York map, the prison is located above LaGuardia Airport]

At such a short distance, he couldn't even imagine what would happen to the whole of New York if such an explosion occurred!

But now, Stephen still painfully covered his eyes, "Damn it, it still doesn't work?"

They could see that among the rapidly cooling obsidian, streams of high-pressure white steam were being rapidly ejected!

The temperature reaches several thousand degrees, which can roast almost any living thing to maturity.

If the professionals' predictions are correct, these temporarily solidified obsidian blocks will explode completely in just a few dozen seconds.

At that time, the shock fragments and sharp glass shards will become exaggerated bullets, traversing Manhattan, Queens, and the Bronx, turning into deadly blades!

As for the people on the roof of the office building, they wouldn't have a chance of survival either, since the high-temperature steam would be released indiscriminately, and they would be scalded to death in a very short time.

This matter is clearly a dead end!
Jeff, watching from the side, was also disappointed. "So, we failed? Even a paladin and a saint couldn't make the Lord's eyes turn down even a little?"

As he was thinking this, he suddenly saw a black dot appear in his eyes!
"Wait, Chief Stephen, look at the sky!"

Upon hearing Jeff's words, not only Stephen, but everyone on the entire communications channel looked up at the sky!

In the air, a slender figure appeared in everyone's sight.

He seemed to appear out of thin air, descending slowly.

He appeared to descend very slowly to everyone, but in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived above Rikers Island.

This was a young-looking man who appeared before everyone, holding a sword that emitted a white light.

If I'm not mistaken, he should be the saint Michael was talking about!

This scene caused everyone on the island to kneel down, wanting to pay their respects to him.

But the man raised his hand, preventing everyone from kneeling, and said, "I am only a servant of the Lord, do not worship me!"

He spoke slowly, raising the sword in his hand, gazing at the endless lava on the ground, his eyes filled with compassion!

Therefore, a grand prayer was sung from his mouth, the resounding voice drawing the attention of the entire surrounding area:

Our Father in heaven:

May your name be hallowed.

May your kingdom come.
May your will be done on earth.

It was like being in the heavens.

After saying this, he raised the sword in his hand and thrust it downwards with force!
This scene was naturally seen by Stephen and Jeff in the sky. They were both very curious about what this saint who had descended from the sky could do.
Then, they saw a huge "holy light" covering the entire island!
At that moment, everyone in New York saw the light!
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