At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier.

Chapter 59 Can a mere mantle vine withstand the power of two billion believers?

"Aaaaaah! A massive earthquake is happening!"

The refugees screamed and pushed toward the center of the square, oblivious to the mantle vines that shot straight up to the clouds on the horizon. Because of its distance from London, they would have been easily missed if one hadn't looked closely.

Rumbling--

There aren't many high-rise buildings in London that are more than 20 stories high. Most of the buildings are six stories or less and are over 100 years old, with some even being over 200 years old.

This city, which had preserved the architectural style of the 18th century for more than two centuries, was destroyed in an instant, turning into ruins amidst the screams of the people.

The curtain of the makeshift tent church was lifted, and a beam of icy blue light shot out.

It was Allen. He looked at the collapsing building and the screaming people who were losing control of their emotions. He quickly raised his hand high, and an icy blue light burst forth, instantly spreading out in icy air currents.

He tried to use the momentary cold to calm the people who were losing control of their emotions. Otherwise, such chaos would inevitably lead to large-scale stampedes and casualties. In that case, the earthquake would not cause many casualties, but the chaos would cause a lot of casualties.

A chilling blue aura swept over the screaming, chaotic crowd, sending a shiver down most people's spines. Their out-of-control emotions were abruptly interrupted, and most regained some semblance of rationality.

Looking again at the saints who raised their hands high in the center of the square, radiating 'holy light', a sense of security returned to my heart.

"Saint Lord!"

"Lord Allen!"

In the face of an overwhelming disaster, a messenger of God can undoubtedly provide a great sense of security to a fearful people.

After several blasts of cold air, most people calmed down, and the collapse of the building stopped, leaving only ruins in sight.

At the same time, the infected people also found that their physical pain was greatly reduced, and even the small green blisters on their bodies burst. After the green blisters burst, the green skin turned back to normal white skin.

"Hoo..." Allen felt dizzy and his vision blurred. Everything he saw was swaying and doubled. His body had released too much elemental power and could no longer withstand it.

The light from the icy blue holy mark on his forehead slowly faded.

He didn't use the elemental power from his own body, but rather the elemental power he drew from the 'Tree of Wisdom'. The elemental power he used just now was more than ten times that of the elemental power in his body.

In other words, he just experienced an elemental force ten times his own tolerance.

Fortunately, the 'source potential' he awakened was muscle control, and his physical fitness was several times that of ordinary people, which allowed his body to withstand it.

In the two days since he arrived in London, he started looking for and killing eye tumors on the first day. He killed hundreds of eye tumors in one day, but he did not expect that the spores they emitted would spread so quickly.

So he changed his mind at the last minute, abandoning the killing of eye tumors and prioritizing the elimination of the infection in people, otherwise countless people would have died in a single day.

Therefore, he clarified his identity to the church, which maintained basic order among the people.

Then they continuously draw elemental power from the 'Tree of Wisdom' to expel the spore infection from people.

However, he has no healing abilities; he can only drive them away. He can't do anything about the damage that people suffer after being parasitized by the spores.

He believed that the great and one God was watching over this place, and that Lord Cherubim would also descend. The test for him would come before Lord Cherubim arrived.

"Alan, can your body still hold up?" A young man with short red hair asked with concern, supporting Alan's shoulders from behind. A purple pattern was faintly visible on the back of his hand, with faint purple arcs of electricity flashing across the pattern.

"Leave the rest to me. If you keep going like this, you'll only be squeezing yourself to death and you won't be able to save many people."

“Quentin, don’t underestimate me. This is God’s test for me. Your test is to clear away those eye-pollutioners trying to get close to the refuge,” Allen said, forcing himself to stand up straight and looking quite dashing. Quentin was his good friend; they first met at the pizza shop he ran.

His pizzeria, like his boat, wasn't for his own profit; all the money he earned went to the homeless.

Every day, after paying taxes and maintaining the pizzeria's operations, all the remaining money was used to make single-serving pizzas and given away for free to homeless people who came to the pizzeria for help, especially those with children.

Most of his crew members were also homeless people who sought help at Quentin's pizza shop.

Over time, the two became close friends.

He shared his mission with Quentin the very first thing he did after receiving it from God's gaze that day.

After he finished sharing his story, God looked at Quentin and a stigma appeared on the back of Quentin's hand.

The stigmata on the back of the hand are where the Son of God was nailed to the ground during his crucifixion.

Quentin rushed over as soon as he learned of what had happened in London.

“Captain, shopkeeper, it’s all our fault for not being pure enough in our beliefs, which is why we couldn’t get God’s attention and that’s why you are like this…” The middle-aged man with a big beard walked over and said with his head down.

Quentin frowned and scolded, "Don't say that about Zain. You are capable of awakening 'source potential,' a warrior blessed by God. As long as you follow the right path step by step, it's only a matter of time before God notices you."

“Manager…” Zane’s eyes welled up with tears as he looked at the young manager who was scolding him. As a middle-aged man in his forties, he couldn’t muster any courage as an elder in front of this hot-tempered young man. He sincerely admired people like the captain and the manager, and it had nothing to do with age.

“You go and rest. Leave the task of driving away the eye spores to me.” Quentin pushed Allen next to Zane. “It’s time for me to show off in front of the people. After all, I am a saint, aren’t I?”

Although he believed that he had only a superficial faith in God at most, he believed that God existed eternally regardless of his beliefs, and that God was the truth of all things. He pursued fairness and justice.

“Okay…” Allen didn’t refuse anymore. Quentin was a stubborn guy with a bad temper, and no matter what Allen said, Quentin wouldn’t change his mind.

the other side.

Beneath the mantle vine, mountains nearly 10,000 meters high have risen from the earth over a distance of more than 40 kilometers. The shattered earth's crust has bulged up, forming abyssal fissures all around. From within these fissures, a gigantic vine, resembling both a plant and an animal, with a diameter of more than one kilometer, stretches upwards into the sky.

The very end has pierced the clouds, and at the waist of the vine, it splits into many sub-vines. The skin of the vine cracks open to form countless huge eyeballs, the smallest of which are over ten meters long, and the largest even reaches one kilometer.

Such a bizarre and malevolent behemoth would surely cause an ordinary person to faint from the sheer oppressive force of its presence if they dared to look up at it.

Suddenly, a series of enormous eyes turned toward the same spot, staring intently at the tiny area.

Three figures looked up at it expressionlessly.

"Hehe, finally out." Luo Sheng's eyes suddenly shone with golden light.

Before he discovered the new 'World Administrator's Log' feature, even with Artoria's Excalibur, he wasn't entirely confident he could eliminate it all at once.

He has now received the divine name of 'God', and golden divine energy is constantly flowing from his body.

He can completely remove this mantle vine that is rooted 85 kilometers underground.

Can a mere mantle vine withstand the power of two billion believers worldwide?
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(End of this chapter)