At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier.

Chapter 139 They await the savior of the wicked, arriving in Britain.
*Thud!* Red blood gushed from the 'Righteous Man's' hand as a sharp military screwdriver slammed his hand into the floor.

"Aaaaaahhhhh..." The pain instantly stimulated his nerves, and he couldn't control his throat as he roared out.

"Speak! Tell me about your accomplices! I know you guys gather together in secret!" The president's eyes were bloodshot and bulging, his face was covered in veins, and he didn't even notice that saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth because he was completely focused on 'survival'.

He was the president of a country! How could he be punished by God and die like this! Although he was the president of this country that believed in God, he was a secularist who never believed in God. His belief in God was just a formality to maintain his rule.

He launched a war, but he did not expect the resistance from those white-turbaned people to be so fierce. The expected cession of territory and reparations did not materialize. Instead, he was put in a difficult position.

If he fails, he will be impeached and imprisoned by his opponents, so he has no choice but to go all the way to become a wartime president to escape political impeachment.

To avoid being imprisoned by his opponents, he was willing to do it no matter how many people died, and all the secular factions in the country supported him in doing so, with the whole nation in a frenzy of acquiring land.

When God's miracles first came to Britain, he was terrified and confessed in church. Especially when the angels descended in South America and swept away all evil, he was so frightened that he couldn't sleep for half a month. He even couldn't control his urination whenever he thought about being punished by God.

That's divine punishment; it means going to hell, or even being unable to enter hell altogether, but instead being imprisoned in the 'Wall of Sighs' and forever condemned.

But after the angels left South America, no miracles from God occurred here, and no one was punished.

He was overjoyed. They were indeed God's chosen people, the noblest, and even their wars against the inferiors were tacitly approved.

In other words, God condoned their continued plundering of land.

He once expanded the territory three times, and all the people were celebrating. Not only the secularists who did not believe in God, but the theologians who believed in God were even more radical and fanatical than the secularists. They even demanded that the soldiers purify all the inferior people in the lands they had plundered.

His expansion only stopped when the heretical god descended upon Mesopotamia, and all the people prayed that God would send an army of angels to destroy the heretical god.

Even the national 'holy worship' was performed seven times.

But to their utter surprise, the angels arrived right after the seventh holy service, not to help them, but to judge them.

The angels declared that all the people in their nation had committed the original sins of pride and greed.

He sealed off the entire country, demanding that they find ten 'righteous people' within seven days, or else heavenly fire would descend and burn everyone to death.

The entire nation went into a frenzy at that moment; they never imagined that a story from the Bible would happen to them.

The cities of Sodom and Gomorrah were only guilty of the original sin of lust, and they were sentenced by God to two original sins.

The entire nation has now completely disregarded law and order, frantically rushing towards the border in an attempt to escape, while those who know they cannot escape are desperately searching for 'righteous people'.

Seeing that the righteous man still didn't speak and instead looked at him with contempt, the president, who was already on the verge of collapse, completely lost control of his emotions, grabbed a pen from his desk, and frantically stabbed it into the righteous man's body.

"Speak! Tell me! Do you want everyone to die?! Speak! Speak up!"

"Aaaaaah... Hehehe, hahaha." The righteous man screamed in pain, but laughed when he saw the president, who was now no different from a demon.

"It is my tragedy to be of the same ethnicity as you. The more I am clear-headed, the more I understand how grave your sins are, hahaha."

"No wonder God doesn't allow the establishment of a nation. Once a nation is established, it's the beginning of all original sin, hahaha..."

"I will not reveal anyone's whereabouts; let God cleanse all sins."

The righteous man's smile was extremely sad and miserable. He had thought about saving everyone, but it was no use, completely no use. The original sin of his people had seeped into their bones like oil in the desert.

Look at other countries, their superhumans are adored by the people as soon as they appear, and under their leadership, they eliminate the scourges in the nation and become heroes amidst cheers.

And what about him and his compatriots who shared the same aspirations? They were arrested as soon as they appeared, and the people were their supporters. Compatriots are a cancer.

He watched from the shadows as his like-minded friends were sent to the 'white house,' where all he could find were their clothes that were thrown away as trash, and even their skeletons were made into specimens and sold to hospitals all over the world.

"Damn it! Drag him away! Pull out his nails, knock out his teeth, and someone else, someone else will speak!" the president roared hysterically.

"Hahahahaha..." Another righteous man laughed loudly, tears streaming down his face. He didn't speak; he was mocking the sinners and the devils for their contempt for him.

He was afraid of death, yet he was also not afraid of death. He was afraid of dying too early and not being able to make any contribution to the world, thus disappointing the God who had given him strength. He was not afraid of death because he knew that he was a 'righteous person' whose name would appear in the Bible, and that he would go to heaven. Even if he did not go to heaven, he would live in the underworld, rather than fall into hell.

"Hahahaha..." The two righteous men burst into laughter, mocking the demons who were helpless against them.

Clap clap clap!

"Drag him away! Drag him away!" The president slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage, his voice cracking.

With red eyes, the security personnel dragged the two laughing righteous men out like sacks.

"I won't die! I won't die! I won't go to hell! I won't be built into the Wailing Wall!" the president roared, his eyes overflowing with fear and ugliness, his crotch soaked through his leather shoes.

“Yes, yes! This country is so small, I don’t believe that we can’t find ten people out of eight million in seven days!” the Chancellor of the Exchequer roared.

"Search! Search everywhere!" a councilor shouted frantically.

"Mobilize everyone you can! Find them!" another congressman shouted.

More and more lawmakers were shouting frantically, and the scene became increasingly chaotic.

In the corner, an elderly theological man was turning the pages of a Bible with trembling fingers, muttering prayers. The page in the Bible was about the story of Gomorrah and Sodom.

“It’s no use, it’s no use. God will not forgive all those who are born with original sin. Even if you search the whole country, there are only nine people.”

"The most crucial question is: where will the last person come from? He must come from among the eight million people who bear original sin."

"They can only select from children who have never received an education, but to make a child a superhuman in seven days is tantamount to making him a born hero."

"Impossible, impossible, impossible... God... We have broken our covenant with you, and this is the punishment we deserve."

The old man held a Bible and looked up at the glass dome with a devout expression. The dome was decorated with murals depicting the Ten Plagues of Egypt, Moses parting the sea, and the covenant between God and the prophet Abraham.

A shimmering, icy blue mark was emanating from his arm beneath his wide sleeves.

He was one of the elders of the theological school and a staunch opponent of secular state-building, advocating the dissolution of the state, the return of land to its original owners, and the distribution of all wealth.

They cannot possess wealth or metal; this is an agreement between the prophet and God. This agreement will not end until the Messiah comes, and a nation will be established with the Messiah's approval.

But what is the reality? Their compatriots are all international capitalists who control the lifeline of the country, even arms dealers, loan sharks, and so on, completely destroying the covenant between the prophet and God, and even continuously creating the seven deadly sins.

"God, we have failed to keep our promise. We do not ask for any redemption or forgiveness. Please send down heavenly fire to purify all our sins."

He didn't need to go out; he knew that apart from himself and the righteous, no one in the entire country was normal; they had all gone mad.

When God wishes to destroy a person, He first makes them mad; and this is exactly what happened.

At this moment, under the wall of light that enveloped the entire country, tanks came to a complete stop.

"Load the bombs! Explode! Bring all the nuclear bombs here!!!" a fat man in military uniform shouted maniacally.

boom! boom! boom!
The tanks' cannons were all aimed at one spot, and armor-piercing shells were fired one after another, with explosions and flashes constantly erupting on the wall of light.

As the smoke dissipated, a wall of light, without a trace of dimness, was revealed.

"Open it for me! My father is the Minister of Defense, and my family has been a conglomerate that controls the national economy for generations! How can I be punished by the gods!" The fat officer roared madly, his eyes, which were squeezed so thin by his fat that only his squinty eyes were visible, stared at the angel radiating holy light in the sky above.

"Get the nuclear weapons! Bring out the nuclear weapons!"

The seven-day countdown to the divine judgment was drawing ever closer. For these people who were used to running rampant, knowing that death was imminent and that death would not be the end drove them to madness.

When the people heard that a nuclear bomb was going to be detonated, they turned around and ran for their lives, but there was no fear of the nuclear bomb in their eyes. Instead, they were looking forward to the nuclear bomb blowing up the Wall of Light.

Only a minority of people in the entire country truly have faith in God, accounting for less than 30%. The rest are all secularists, and their belief in God is merely a necessity for survival.

If you could receive a large subsidy simply by claiming to believe in God and putting on a show, would you do it?

In mid-air, Joan of Arc and Fukaros looked at the land covered by the golden 'bowl' and at the humans inside who were going crazy. They both frowned and sighed.

Fukaros even clenched her fists, her face full of incomprehension: "Why, even now, do you still not repent!"

"The Lord of Heaven has already given us the greatest chance. They already have nine righteous men, but they are only one short. In this extreme situation, as long as one person stands up and sincerely repents and sends those war criminals to the gallows, he may become the next righteous man."

"The correct answer is clearly stated above! Why?!"

She believed she had a deep understanding of human cognition, but at that moment, a corner of it was shattered.

Joan of Arc slowly closed her eyes and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Because... everyone wants to live selfishly, unwilling to sacrifice themselves for the collective, and waiting for others to sacrifice for them and for others to bear the sins."

"Just as a divine child bears the original sin for all people, they all want a divine child to come out and bear the original sin for all of them."

Fukalos didn't understand, but was deeply shocked. Everyone was selfish and did evil, but they were unwilling to bear the punishment for their evil deeds. Instead, they expected someone to be the 'savior of the wicked' to take on the collective sins.

Even though she, as a Teyvat daemon, deeply loved humanity, at this moment she felt that their complete disappearance was the best outcome for everyone and the gods.

In her view, although humans are complex, everyone's pursuit of happiness is pretty much the same.

Are they... really human?
Just then, a blinding light burst forth on the land shrouded in the wall of light. The light was extremely dazzling, but the harmful rays were greatly weakened by the barrier of the wall of light.

boom------

The blinding light was like another sun that had suddenly appeared.

The moment the mini-sun appeared, an unstoppable shockwave spread out. People who hadn't escaped far from the light wall were instantly vaporized. Those a little further away were ignited like firewood and blown away by the shockwave. Large swathes of people in the distance were also blown away by the shockwave.

The skyscrapers instantly disintegrated and collapsed under the shockwave, which covered an area of ​​more than ten kilometers and burned people even thirty kilometers away.

Fortunately, this nuclear bomb was only a small tactical nuclear bomb and did not cause much damage.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Large numbers of surviving humans rolled and wailed on the ground, their skin some red and others charred black. Their skin had been burned by the heat radiation, and in severe cases, it had been carbonized.

A mushroom cloud gradually rose, the blinding light slowly disappeared, leaving only a white mushroom cloud of white nuclear dust.

"Did it explode?!" The fat officer, his eyes blazing with fury, took off his goggles and looked over, his expression gradually turning to despair and collapse.

"It's okay! It's okay! How can it be okay! It exploded right next to the light wall!"

The golden wall of light was completely undamaged and even brighter than before.

"Bomb! Keep bombing! Even if you drop all your nuclear bombs, keep bombing!"

Since there are no other options left, they're willing to drop all their nuclear bombs. This is happening outside the Wall of Light.

Two million people are gazing at the wall of light and the radiant sky, waiting for the angels to carry out divine punishment, singing and dancing.

Regardless of age or gender, whether refugees or journalists, they all gathered together, holding hands and dancing shoulder to shoulder in celebration, even though they were already skin and bones from hunger and were still jumping with trembling limbs.

Some people took out pots and pans and used them as musical instruments to play rhythms and sing.

Many people also held a Bible in one hand and a green or blue book in the other, with a cross around their necks, kneeling on the ground and worshipping the angels.

Although the angels in the sky have different names due to different doctrines—some are the angels in the Old Testament, and some are the French saints—they are all angels of God.

In other words, religious sects around the world should not be prejudiced against each other, but should be the best of family, brothers and sisters.

North of the Wall of Light, in the secularized Kingdom of Ta, the entire nation cheered. Those who could play instruments played the saxophone and the piano, while the wealthy citizens raised their glasses of red wine in celebration, and many more worshipped the angels.

At this moment, several aircraft, including passenger planes and military planes, were passing through this area in turn.

Passengers on the plane pressed their faces against the round windows, gazing at the golden hemisphere on the distant ground.

"May the angels bless you, may God bless you."

"Mommy, it's an angel, it's an angel sister!"

"God's judgment, the fire of the modern Gomorrah, those scum deserve it."

"Yeah, I couldn't stand it anymore. I wanted to grab a gun and head straight to the refugee camp to fight those beasts, but unfortunately I don't have that ability."

"Oh my God."

“One of them is a saint from France! A saint!”

Passengers on the plane kept crowding towards the round windows, wanting to catch a glimpse of the angel, but this terrified the flight crew.

"Passengers, please do not crowd to one side! Doing so is extremely dangerous and could cause the plane to crash!"

However, the staff couldn't persuade the already excited passengers to stay calm.

"Everyone back to your seats!" A furious shout rang out, and the powerful aura instantly snapped all the passengers back to their senses.

A man with hideous scars on his face and one ear missing was glaring at everyone, and the passengers were drawn to the yellowish-brown lines on his forehead.

"Isn't he Zhao Guoli, ranked 17th on the Extraordinary Ranking? The leader of the number one Monster Hunter team in the country... a fourth-tier Extraordinary..."

"What are you doing? While I understand your desire to witness the holiness of angels, you can't disregard your own lives and the safety of others! Sit down, all of you!"

Upon seeing a top hero of the Xia Kingdom rebuke them, everyone obediently returned to their seats. No one was unconvinced, after all, what he said was right, and being able to reach the fourth rank showed how much he had done to protect the people.

"Thank you very much for Commander Zhao's assistance." The passenger plane crew leader wiped away his cold sweat.

"It was just a small favor, everyone was just acting out of instinctive curiosity, please don't blame the crew," Zhao Liguo said with a blank face.

"Is Commander Zhao taking the Monster Hunter team to the dungeon?" the passenger plane crew leader asked.

“That’s right. There’s not much danger left in the cities and surrounding areas of Xia Kingdom, so we’re going to take all the team members to the underground city to seek opportunities.” Zhao Liguo nodded.

He was among the first awakened among the people, seizing the opportunities of the times and responding to the nation's call to action. He was also one of the first civilian groups to establish a Monster Hunter guild.

He led his team across the country, leaving their footprints in every province, specializing in taking on the most difficult missions, even venturing deep into the mountains and forests to clear the Mana Flower guarded by the Devouring Beasts.

Having survived countless life-or-death crises, he reached the fourth rank. His teammates were at least at the peak of the second rank. He was the first person in the civilian world to reach the fourth rank, and also the second in the country. Ahead of him was the 'near-god' Senior Yu.

He felt he had reached his limit. If he didn't take another step to cultivate his mind and character, he would be stuck at the fourth level for the rest of his life. Moreover, he felt that reaching the fifth level would be the end he could reach.

"Most of the superhumans going to Britain are heading to the underground city. Flights to Britain from every airport in the country are booked up for five months from now," the flight crew leader said with a wry smile.

These five months will definitely wear them out.

Aside from the children, everyone on this passenger plane possessed superpowers. If he weren't so busy with work, he would have gone on adventures in the dungeon.

In addition, several military aircraft representing the state government were located hundreds of kilometers away.

Inside the cabin of the Xia Kingdom's green-skinned large airplane, soldiers were monitoring the situation on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean Sea through the aircraft's monitoring equipment.

The image shows a nuclear explosion.

Tao Jing shook her head calmly: "They really brought it on themselves. In an era when gods descend and the extraordinary manifest, going against the times will only lead to being crushed under the wheels of time. They don't deserve any sympathy."

The fact that even the gods could issue a collective judgment shows just how depraved that country had become.

Even in the chaos that engulfed South America, the gods merely guided humanity to sweep away evil.

Therefore, only collective acts, or even acts committed by 99% of the population, that can enrage the gods are acts of extreme crimes against humanity.

"Nuclear explosion..." Lin Yong clenched his fist slightly as he watched the scene. With his current strength, he could unleash the power of a small tactical nuclear bomb in one go, which was about one-seventh or one-eighth of the power of the two nuclear bombs dropped by the island nation during World War II.

"Speaking of which, a country with eight million people... isn't there a single good person?" Erica asked, full of doubt. "As long as there are ten righteous people, they can be absolved of their sins. No matter what, finding ten people out of eight million should be a piece of cake."

Mo Cheng shrugged: "Yeah, it's not that difficult. Even in Africa, a region that isn't favored by the gods, you can find over a thousand extraordinary individuals out of a million people."

"Hey, don't talk." Mark nudged Mo Cheng and Erica with his elbow and said seriously.

Feixue waved her arms and said, "Don't compare Xia Kingdom with other places, and don't compare regions that are inferior to Xia Kingdom with individual countries. Even if they are inferior to Xia Kingdom, they are still places where stars shine."

"So that you can learn more about the world situation, instead of just building up your muscles, lest you make a fool of yourself."

Erica couldn't help but complain, "This is too exaggerated! Out of eight million people, they can't find ten? Are they all villains?"

"It's almost fair to say they're all villains," Tao Jing said.

Mo Cheng chuckled, glancing around. "Oh dear, it's a good thing Instructor Yu isn't the team leader, otherwise he would have started swearing by now."

Mark said helplessly, "Shouldn't we be talking about how many dungeon exploration teams we'll encounter? Or whether we'll run into acquaintances from other countries?"

Erica said, "It's inevitable to run into acquaintances, after all, there are only so many slightly higher-level superhumans."

"I'd rather encounter those high-level extraordinary beings I don't know."

On another military aircraft.

"Everyone must show some backbone! Let's all unleash our beliefs together!" A middle school boy stood with his fist clenched and raised high, his eyes filled with an inexplicable sense of righteous indignation. A red cloak was tied around his neck, and a distinctive belt adorned his waist, filled with various props, all custom-made from Xia Country.

"We will surely shatter darkness and evil with thunder! No filth can withstand our lightning! Justice will prevail! Lightning will prevail!"

"Super Invincible Thunderous Roar!"

"Boss is invincible! Boss is right! My justice will never end!" Another middle school student, also wearing a cape around his neck, knelt on the ground with his arms outstretched as if embracing something unseen, his eyes also filled with a bewildered expression.

"I'm so moved, so incredibly moved! This is our belief, our friendship, friendship is my justice!" A middle school girl, her body wrapped in bandages, had tears welling in her eyes, one hand covering her eyes and the other clutching her stomach. "My friends! As long as we are united, no evil can be defeated!"

The middle-aged people watched as their bewildered compatriots' eyelids twitched wildly. They had no idea what they were doing, but these children were Japan's highest-level superhumans, so there must be some explanation for it. It was just that the older folks couldn't figure it out.

The young people were awkwardly picking their toes, because they used to be like that, and they understood that this was "chuunibyou" (middle school syndrome). They needed that kind of self-indulgence and self-confidence to motivate them to do outrageous things, but now they couldn't go back to doing it.

The high school student, who had just graduated from chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) and still had some lingering effects, had slightly flushed cheeks and eyes full of eagerness.

They now firmly believe that what others initially perceived as 'chuunibyou' (middle school syndrome) was not chuunibyou at all, but rather a sign of extraordinary awakening.

Now they are filled with remorse for being instigated and corrupted by the 'sinners' around them. Otherwise, they would be third-tier superhumans by now, and perhaps even fourth-tier superhumans would be a certainty.

"Why is everyone silent? Where is everyone's sense of justice? Shout it out loud, and justice will surely respond to you!" Mimi Hibiki covered his forehead with one hand, made a strange gesture with the other, then pressed it against his chest, his body convulsing, while lightning currents flashed across his body.

"Ah! Ah! I can feel it, I can feel it! A surging power welling up from the depths of my heart! Ahhhhh!"

"I felt it too! I felt it too!" A high school student stood up, joined the line, and shouted with flushed cheeks, "This is the power of my belief!"

The older and more sensible Inaba Chitose's lips twitched slightly, her toes constantly digging into the soles of her shoes: 'Why is it that chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) is favored by the gods?!' I've clearly graduated from chuunibyou, I've graduated!

Her younger sister, Inaba Touka, standing next to her, looked on with sparkling eyes, already eager to get up.

Inaba Chitose nudged her sister with her elbow. "We're the team leaders, you know. Don't do anything else. Be serious, be serious, you have to be serious!"

Inaba Touka quickly sat up straight, but her eyes were sparkling.

[Dear Sirs and Gentlemen, the plane is about to reach its destination. Please be seated. There may be some turbulence during takeoff and landing.]

The London airport that was destroyed has long been rebuilt and is much larger than before.

The area around the airport was planted with strange, enormous plants that had absorbed elemental energy. Some of these plants even emitted an elemental glow from their leaves. There were also Hilichurls acting as cleaners, using water slimes to clean the ground.

Some of these Hilichurls who fell to Earth regained their intelligence and consciousness. The Knights of Favonius couldn't kill them, and they didn't know where to send them. After confirming that they could communicate with normal people, they arranged some jobs for them to support themselves.

More than thirty passenger and military aircraft of various sizes have been parked in the airport's aircraft parking area, and extraordinary individuals from various countries are stepping out of the aircraft.

The extraordinary individuals from each country and region have different cultural characteristics. Some wind element extraordinary individuals fly directly in mid-air with their arms crossed proudly, while others lazily put their hands behind their heads.

Some were radiating a fierce and menacing aura, deliberately showing off the scars on their medals that symbolized their heroism, while others were still elementary school students licking lollipops.

"All extraordinary individuals from around the world, please abide by our country's laws and regulations, register in order, and leave the airport. Please do not use your extraordinary powers within the airport." A superhuman with awakened buoyancy floated in mid-air and shouted through a megaphone.

"If it affects airport operations or causes damage, then we have grounds to impose fines and temporary detention."

Police officers in uniforms were maintaining order. In reality, they were just walking around with their hands behind their backs. Although the superhumans were all proud, they also obeyed the rules and would not deliberately cause trouble. After all, that would be considered evil, and they would not do anything that would affect their power.

"Wow! It's like stepping into another world, sister!" Inaba Touka exclaimed, tugging at Inaba Chitose's sleeve, her eyes darting left and right.

"Look, aren't those the official superhumans of Xia Kingdom? And over there, those are members of Xia Kingdom's top monster hunting teams. It's said that the leaders of the strongest monster hunting teams have already reached the fourth rank."

"No wonder it's the country with the most superhumans and the strongest in the world."

"Look over there! That mountain range, half of it is shrouded in clouds! Wow! It's so tall and so big! The King of Knights of Britain, the God of Knights, the Eternal King, is at the very top!"

(End of this chapter)