At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

"..." 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 in 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.

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 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-pollutions that are trying to get close to the refuge.” Allen said with a straight back and a spirited air.

Quentin is his good friend; they first met at the pizzeria he runs.

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.