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Chapter 109 Divine Arts

"Dear Holy Son, you are the source of light, the embodiment of love, bringing us warmth and hope in the endless darkness."

We praise you for your willingness to descend to earth, to bear human suffering with your humble body, and to interpret the true meaning of love with your life.

Tony, along with a large group of priests who had temporarily joined the S.H.I.E.L.D., cobbled together a prayer for the Holy Son Hong Xiuqing.

Subsequently, a prayer ceremony for the Holy Son Hong Xiuqing was held, witnessed by a large crowd of New Yorkers.

"To be fair, Tony is quite adept at being a charlatan."

Xia Ling looked at Tony on the stage, who was leading everyone in devout prayer, and almost didn't recognize him. His serious and solemn expression was completely different from his usual self.

"Chief, no matter what, Tony is the boss of a large corporation. Although he always delegates management to others, that doesn't mean he's incompetent."

Natasha's gaze remained unchanged, seemingly unsurprised by this.

"Director, can Tony really get the Holy Son to protect New York by doing this? And does the Holy Son really have the ability to protect New York?"

Although the Holy Son drove away two evil gods in one fell swoop, in this era when the gods are about to awaken, the future is bound to be full of disasters. Is the Holy Son really willing to protect New York, which the gods covet?

Natasha naturally believed in Yahweh's divine power, but she couldn't guarantee that for the Holy Son Hong Xiuqing, since she had never even heard of it. Although the Pope hadn't commented on it, apart from that brain-dead Grand Commander, no one had directly called them heretics.

However, the sudden appearance of this holy son inevitably raises doubts.

"Don't you think the Holy Son Hong Xiuqing would protect New York?"

Xia Ling smiled and asked in return.

"Director, no one knows just how important New York is in the eyes of that Holy Son. If more evil gods come next time, we don't know if the Holy Son will be willing to step in and protect New York."

"Then we'll have to see if Tony and the others' prayer rituals will receive a response from the Holy Son."

As the words fell, Tony and the priests from S.H.I.E.L.D. brought the ceremony to its climax.

Just as everyone held their breath, filled with doubt and anticipation, a strange light suddenly appeared in the sky, as if even the sky itself was touched by some sacred power.

The light gradually converged, eventually transforming into a warm and dazzling pillar of light that fell precisely on the heart of New York City, right where Tony and the priests were holding their prayer ceremony.

"Look! What's that?!"

A gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd, all eyes drawn to this unexpected spectacle.

Tony was stunned; he had never imagined that his prayer would elicit such a powerful response.

He looked up at the pillar of light, a sense of bewilderment welling up inside him. He had only been making a show of praying; how had it attracted such a huge commotion?

Just then, a gentle yet solemn voice emanated from the pillar of light, a voice that seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space, resounding directly in the hearts of everyone present: "I am Hong Xiuqing, the eldest son of Yahweh, the embodiment of light. Hearing your devout prayers, my heart is greatly comforted."

These words seemed to send shivers down the spines of all of New York, with people's faces filled with disbelief and awe.

Tony's body trembled slightly. He knew his own situation well and that he was only a shallow believer in the God of Machines.

For Yahweh and even the Holy Son Hong Xiuqing, their understanding was extremely superficial. Yet now, he himself was dressed in bishop's robes, leading priests, and presiding over this prayer ceremony in front of a large number of believers.

Although he was forced into the position of king by the Holy Son, it was inevitable that the Holy Son would be angry if he saw it.

If a bolt of lightning strikes and kills you, you'll have no recourse!

"I am aware of your concerns. Although New York City is coveted by the gods, it is also a place of my heart. I will bestow upon you divine arts to help you resist the dangers of the future."

As the words of the Holy Son faded, a warm and powerful force surged from the pillar of light, enveloping the entire city of New York.

Under the influence of this force, Tony and the priests from S.H.I.E.L.D. suddenly felt an unprecedented surge of energy within them, and they discovered that they were able to use some extraordinary abilities.

Healing wounds, protecting barriers, and even sensing hidden threats.

The appearance of these divine spells shocked the priests present.

Tony was the first to be affected; as a bishop, he had two more advantages than other priests.

One is Holy Light Judgment, which can directly deal damage to enemies from the light.

Another method is to rebuke the spirits of the dead, which can directly dispel a certain number of spirits.

The first one was alright, but the second one left Tony a bit scratching his head.

Does the fact that the Holy Son gave him this divine magic mean that in the future there will be necromancers leading the undead to attack the city?

If that's the case, guns and cannons can solve the problem; why bother with divine magic?

"Thank you for your grace, Your Highness!"

That's what they said, but as the bishop, Tony still had to lead everyone to kneel down and thank the Son for his blessings.

Tony suppressed his doubts and confusion, took a deep breath, straightened his back, faced the pillar of light, and led the crowd in a loud shout with the utmost reverence: "Thank you, His Highness the Son! May your light forever shine upon New York, protecting us from all calamities!"

As his voice faded, the believers in the crowd followed suit, their devout prayers coalescing into a powerful spiritual force that echoed the warm light in the sky.

The voice from within the pillar of light spoke again: "I have sensed your intentions."

After he finished speaking, the pillar of light slowly dissipated, and the sky returned to calm.

"Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes today's prayer. Please return home now."

Upon hearing the bishop's words, the New Yorkers dispersed, but their faces were filled with unprecedented hope.

Watching the crowd gradually disperse, Tony breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the group of priests.

"Alright, priests," Tony's voice rang out from the crowd.

"The Holy Son has bestowed upon us power; now, let us use this power to protect New York, to protect this world!"

Upon hearing this, everyone responded enthusiastically.

The priests were astonished by the surge of power within them, their eyes shining with an unprecedented light. They looked at each other, needing no words.

Originally, I was only assigned to this position by order of the bureau chief, but now it seems that I might be able to hold it for a long time?

"Chief, it seems our prayers have truly been answered."

Natasha's voice rang in my ears, carrying a hint of barely perceptible surprise and excitement.

"Well, New York is safe today, but it's hard to say about other places."

(End of this chapter)