At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier.

Chapter 58 begins; the mantle vines burst forth from the ground.
"..." Listening to Father Donovan's confession, Eleanor was deeply shocked by it, and her clear eyes became dull.

“I am so sinful! I deserve to go to hell! I have corrupted innocent boys!” Father Donovan cried hysterically, clutching his head, while recounting his story with great emotion.

Joan of Arc and Artoria's mouths slowly opened wide. Although they were not innocent people and had experienced many dark things, especially during the Hundred Years' War between England and France, when the extravagance of the nobility and the church was outrageous, they still couldn't maintain their composure upon hearing such a confession.

"..." Luo Sheng's lips twitched, his eyes filled with disgust as he looked at the priest who was burying his head in his hands and crying. So you're not a 1 but a 0.

That's disgusting. This guy should be dragged away, chopped up, and fed to the dogs.

Luo Sheng couldn't help but complain with disgust: "This guy should be reborn as a sow in his next life..."

“Father Donovan, God said that you will be reborn as a sow in your next life…” Irene, recovering from the shock of Los Saint’s words, said with disgust in her eyes.

"Oh, that's wonderful! Oh no... I mean, I feel so guilty that God can forgive my sins." Father Donovan was overjoyed. Being a sow in the next life would be fine too, at least he wouldn't have to go to hell. In the life after that, he could still be a human. Going to hell meant eternal damnation, and his soul might even be skewered and roasted by demons.

"Get out, Father Donovan. From now on, you must atone for your evil deeds every day." Irene said sternly, trying hard not to show any disgust.

“Yes! Archangel Cherubim, I will now resign from my priesthood and become a penitent to atone for my sins.” Father Donovan wiped his snot away, held the Bible in his hands and said devoutly. After finishing the sacrament to Eleanor, he left the tent.

"..." Eleanor held the cross in her hands and silently recited the Bible in her heart, purifying her mind of the confessions of various Fathers Donovan.

“Eleanor, such things will not be allowed in the church from now on. Any misconduct will not be permitted,” Los Saint said, looking at the deeply moved Eleanor.

Now that he has become the God of two billion believers, it is natural that he must issue some divine pronouncements.

Protestantism is too free, resulting in a complex composition. Some Catholic doctrines are somewhat detached from reality, while Eastern Orthodoxy's episcopal council system gives each bishop immense power and a high degree of autonomy over their diocese, making it prone to corruption and shady dealings.

Therefore, after resolving the issues in Britain, some divine pronouncements should be issued to eliminate those who are corrupt and harmful.

“Yes, my lord.” Irene bowed slightly.

“Furthermore, London and most other cities have been infested by Mana spores. Go and drive them away, so that the light of faith may once again protect this land,” Los Saint said.

Everything that is happening in Britain now is within his expectations.

Once these Mana creatures become numerous, they will begin to employ precise methods targeting humans, since they have already destroyed a civilization whose technology was at least 50 to 100 years more advanced than that of human civilization in this world.

Targeting an Earth with technology far inferior to that civilization is practically child's play.

However, this only applies to technology. In terms of extraordinary attributes, he currently possesses far more extraordinary attributes than Mana.

Whether it's elemental power, magic power, or the newly acquired divine power related to the gods, all of them have a devastating effect on Mana creatures.

"I will obey the divine decree." Irene's expression turned serious; the divine decree of God was the absolute truth.

Click! The Anywhere Door appeared and opened in front of her. On the other side of the door was the international metropolis of London, but at this moment, the streets and alleys of London had become a ghost town, as people had long since evacuated to empty refuge areas.

Cars lay scattered haphazardly on the streets, some charred black, clearly burned during the evacuation. Some shops also looked like they had been burned, traces left after the chaos of being sold out for free.

Of course, there are also many people with bad intentions who pick locks and climb doors to search for valuables in empty streets and alleys.

The fact that a metropolis that was once among the top 20 in the world became deathly silent in just three days is quite a reminder of the fragility of human civilization in the face of extraordinary catastrophes.

London's urban area alone has a permanent population of 8.8 million, all of whom live in open areas such as intersections, squares, parks, and municipal districts.

Airplanes, both transport and military, flew overhead from time to time, dropping supplies one by one towards the refugee points.

These airdrops were all labeled with the flags of various countries; they were all international humanitarian aid. Central Square, London.

At this time, more than 200,000 refugees had gathered here. The cries of agony and pleas for help were incessant, and despair and fear enveloped the entire refuge.

"Waaah, I'm infected! Help, Lord Allen! Help, great saint!"

"I have green blisters on my hands."

"My child has also been infected. Please save my child."

"Why did it have to turn out like this? Waaaaah, is this the end of the world?"

"Lord, what have we done wrong to deserve such punishment?"

"It's Satan, it must be Satan who wants to destroy the world. The saints chosen by the Lord will definitely save us."

The infected people, as if grasping at a straw, desperately squeezed towards the makeshift church erected in the square, while the priests tried their best to comfort them.

“Oh, dear, kind lambs, calm down! Saint Aaron will save everyone! I swear this in the name of the Catholic bishop!” Walter shouted.

"Saint Alan has clarified that the great cherubim, Lord Cherubim, has descended to the mortal realm under the divine decree of the eternal, one, all-knowing, and all-powerful Lord."

"The great Lord has never abandoned the good lambs; all will surely be saved!"

Walter grew more and more excited as he shouted. He had been resentful of being sent to Britain by the Pope, but now he was incredibly grateful to him.

Just two days after arriving in London, a miracle occurred. Although a terrible plague also struck, a saint who had been given stigmata by God appeared and performed a miracle to drive away the plague.

Stigmata are the marks that appeared on the body of the Son of God during his suffering. Those who possess these marks are said to have received a miracle from the Son of God and are called saints or saints.

Of course, even without the Stigmata, a believer who possesses the miracle of the Divine Child is still a saint, but the Stigmata carries greater authority.

Moreover, he was told by Saint Alan that the cherubim had descended to earth as an incarnation of God.

Cherubim descended to earth, God incarnate! What virtue or ability did He have to be born in this holy age!
Just then, a muffled sound came from afar, followed by a massive earthquake that could knock him over.

Rumbling--

Before he could react, a deafening sound continued unabated, and what came into view was that all the buildings around London Square were disintegrating and collapsing. Smoke and dust rose instantly, and the tall buildings collapsed like building blocks, as if an invisible hand was sweeping across the city.

A scream then rang out.

But Warworth's pupils were contracting, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

All he could see at that moment was a huge gray vine stretching towards the sky on the distant horizon, its surface densely covered with enormous eyeballs.

In just a few seconds during the earthquake, the clouds were almost touching the ground.

“That’s…the Demon Pillar of Hell…” Huawate’s pupils trembled. He couldn’t imagine how big or how tall the huge vines full of eyeballs on the horizon were.

The enormous eyes on those vines emitted an evil red light and were still rotating.

(End of this chapter)