At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

Maido's eyes lit up, and she raised her hand to volunteer, "Brother Luo, will you take me with you? I have a powerful artifact now." Britain didn't take her last time, so they should take her this time, right?

Brother Luo said that it doesn't matter if some damage is caused when using the artifact, and now she is looking forward to fighting powerful monsters.

"Forget about you, you and Bai Yuekui are in charge of monitoring dangerous drops from Xia Kingdom." Luo Sheng raised his hand, and Mai Duo instantly jumped behind Bai Yuekui, pouting, "Okay." Brother Luo must have wanted to flick my forehead just now.

Luo Sheng withdrew his hand after failing to touch Mai Duo's head, his eyes lowered and his tone somewhat indifferent.

"This time it's not a crisis, but a problem within humanity. I want to cultivate heroes in South America and Africa to eradicate the scourge of the entire region and establish extraordinary power."

"Master, is it like training Irene in Britain?" Artoria asked. She was also very happy to train such a hero. Heroes cherish heroes, especially when a senior trains a junior.

“It shouldn’t be just that.” Joan of Arc looked at Los Saint with a cold glint in her eyes. She had also learned about the current situation of the various continents of the world from Lord Bouyer. The African and South American regions were the lowlands of civilization, where morality, kindness, and justice were on the very edge of the civilized world.

The Lord is certainly angry, but thankfully, He only wants to cleanse the world of its impurities, not destroy it. Moreover, the Lord is so gentle and loving that He would not destroy the world as described in the Bible.

"..." Bai Yuekui remained unmoved. He was simply eliminating a scourge on South American humanity. Those who committed heinous crimes should be eliminated, for evil people would harm good people if they were not removed.

After the cataclysm in the old world, she had witnessed far too much moral decay and heinous acts, and for a time, many cannibalistic settlements had even formed, many of which she had personally cleaned up.

"So you're finally ready to bestow your divine will upon Africa and South America."

Buyer's voice came through. Los Saint did not conceal his voice, so Buyer and Fucarus, as gods, naturally heard it.

Buyer walked to his side, and Fucarus stood behind Buyer, his expression and movements cautious, as if afraid of offending him.

"I've wanted to take action against the African and South American continents for a long time, but I wasn't prepared enough before," Luo Sheng said, arms crossed. He hadn't paid attention to those two morally bankrupt places before because the supernatural system was still under construction and because of the British incident.

Buyer gently nudged Fucaros's back and said softly, "Then, I recommend that Fucaros go with you."

"Huh? Me? Me?" Fukalos was dumbfounded. Just now, Buyer had pulled her over to take a look. Actually, the laws of this world are very good, but his voice was already cold. She was already a little scared, and now that she was being pushed forward, her mind went completely blank.

She doesn't know anything; she just arrived.

"Oh~" Luo Sheng looked at Fucarus, who was pushed out by Buyer. Fucarus's whole demeanor instantly became weak, as if she had been bullied.

Buyer gently placed his palm on Fucarus's shoulder.

"Fukaros's power can help you train heroes, after all, she is the queen of all waters, all directions and all laws, and holds the power of law and justice."

"South America and Africa are continents of chaos, moral decay, and rampant evil. There exists a god of law and justice who can quickly find heroes and give them the power to distinguish between good and evil."

Los Saint looked back and forth between Buyer and Fucarus's faces and smiled. Buyer also had a little scheme in mind; he wanted Fucarus to gain his trust as soon as possible.

"Law and justice, well, they are indeed a great help in solving problems."

Whew~ Fukaros's heart was in her throat, but she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Tenri's smile.

"Keep it up, my friend," Buyer's voice echoed in Fucarus's mind.

'Sister Buyer, I'm so scared I'm shaking.'

"Then, let's not delay and set off now."

……

South America.

Generally speaking, South America includes all the countries south of North America, in the Caribbean Sea, and south of Mexico; these countries are collectively referred to as Latin American countries.

If we had to pick out some decent ones from all the Latin American countries, we'd only have Chile, Uruguay, Argentina, and Cuba. Of the rest, Brazil is the only one that's even remotely good.

The rest are basically armed coups, gang drug trafficking, local armed forces, warlord conflicts, etc., which occur every three to five years. Even if the government organizations that have joined the United Nations are the largest armed organizations in a country, they will turn a blind eye to the chaos in the country. In fact, they are all a mob that are in cahoots.

Among them are international news stories about gangsters shooting and killing municipal councilors.

The entire country has even made drugs a pillar of its economy.

The most prominent example here is Colombia, the world's largest drug trafficking center. Drugs have even become a national commodity, with local armed groups directly confronting the state, and some even possessing armored vehicles and armed helicopters specifically to protect their drug industry.

Bogotá, Colombia's largest city and capital, has a population of eight million, accounting for a third of the country's total population.

Click!

At the top of a skyscraper, a door to anything appears.

Los Saint, Artoria, Joan of Arc, and Fucarus emerged, taking in the panoramic view of a great city.

The difference in height between buildings in a city is clearly indicative of its level of prosperity.

The low-rise old buildings stretch endlessly, interspersed with towering skyscrapers.

The area, with its towering skyscrapers, is surrounded by lush greenery and boasts comprehensive facilities. It's an affluent neighborhood with everything from football fields and opera houses to golf courses.

The low-rise buildings are damp and gloomy, and the makeshift shacks made of corrugated iron are scattered about, with many plastic bags and garbage on the roofs. This is a slum.

Standing atop a high-rise building overlooking the city, the gap between the rich and poor is clearly visible.

"What a huge city!" Fukaros couldn't help but exclaim. In her original world, there were no cities this big, and such a city was just one of the insignificant ones in this world.

The city she fell into was much larger and more prosperous than this one, but she didn't think about that at the time.

"Unfortunately, the aura of evil pervades the entire city; it's truly astonishing."

In Fukaros's eyes, every part of the city exuded a gray aura, which was the 'sin' she saw under her power of justice.

In the original world, her power was weak and far less effective. Was it because the laws of this world did not restrict the gods that her power was able to exert its full effect?

“It’s really unsettling, both psychologically and physically,” Los Saint said, frowning as he observed the city’s strong belief in God.

Most of South America is Catholic.

However, it is a completely different matter from the Catholic Church in Europe; in fact, it could be said that the Vatican has negligible influence here.

In the 17th century, European raiders brought Catholicism to this place to preach.

The locals found these European raiders to be incredibly like Satan from the Bible; unable to resist their violent plunder, they joined them.

They formed their own 'Catholicism' and used 'Catholicism' to fight against Catholicism, using their faith in God to fight against their faith in God.

Over the centuries, European raiders and immigrants gradually integrated with the local population, forming the Latin Americans we know today.

The belief in God has also become a kind of 'folk custom' in many countries throughout South America, similar to the worship of gods in the southern part of the Xia Dynasty.

The people here are not religious; Catholic doctrine has no binding force or authority over them. They only seek solace in religious faith because reality is too hopeless.

Most people in South America pray and worship in churches while committing crimes, stealing, robbing, drug trafficking, murder, and bullying the weak in order to make a living.

Los Saint immersed his thoughts in the virtual Earth within his body: 'Let me see which heroes among these faiths meet my requirements.'

The next moment, he looked up, somewhat surprised.

'I never expected fate to be so interesting.'

Many of the people he found who met his requirements were connected to the old nun in Britain.

That's true. That old nun adopted many homeless children in her South American convent, and these children would more or less inherit her excellent character.

Los Santos looked down over the entire city of Bogotá, his eyes gradually turning gold.

In his eyes, evil was happening all the time. The Devouring Beast crawled in the slums, surrounded by petrified victims. The Devouring Beast's spirit seed had absorbed enough life essence and could not find the Mana Flower to spit out its soul, so its desire to attack was reduced to a minimum.

In the sewers, spines had formed clusters, and inside lay the rotting remains of ordinary people.

In the slums, people infected with scarlet erythematosus writhe and scream on beds of newspapers.

"Then, the soil of evil has existed for a long time, and the heroes born from this land should speak out on behalf of the people."

Chapter 87: The Worlds Are Not Isolated

Bogota South District.

This is Gotha, the largest favela in Bogotá. More than seven million people live in favelas of all sizes in the city of Bogotá, while only a few hundred thousand live in the wealthy areas. Most of these wealthy people are descendants of colonists and control all the country's resources.

Land, commerce, politics, and arms trade are all controlled by their families, and the hundreds of thousands of people who rule the country are basically families that have developed from the descendants of colonists.

They control 99% of the country's wealth, which is why ordinary people cannot resist their dictatorial rule.

Even if one or two civilian leaders emerge, they will be openly and legitimately shot down for some random reason, sometimes without even a reason being found.

In the chaotic countries of South America, force is absolute power, and no matter how heroic you are, you cannot withstand a single bullet.

On the edge of the largest slum in the southern district, there stands a building that is completely different from the slum shacks. Its walls are painted white to cover up the traces of time, the broken corner of the statue of the God Child in front has been filled with lime, and the cross at the top of the building has been polished smooth.

It is evident that this is an old monastery that was once abandoned and then rebuilt. The monastery is very large, with a spacious courtyard and the chapel is neatly filled with benches for believers to worship.

Many of the sharp edges inside the monastery have been smoothed out, a testament to the large number of people who come and go.

The chapel benches were filled with worshippers holding crucifix necklaces and silently reciting holy blessings with their eyes closed. A nun of about forty years old was devoutly reciting the Bible. In a corner of the chapel, there were piles of cardboard boxes containing freshly delivered bread and milk to the monastery.

This monastery is the largest and only Catholic church in Bogotá directly staffed by nuns sent by the Vatican.

Every week, the Vatican sends supplies directly to this place. It is the only place in Bogotá that gangs, warlords, drug cartels, and government forces dare not invade, because they would face real international pressure.

The monastery doesn't interfere in Bogotá's politics and business; it simply distributes bread to the common people and adopts some children who are unable to survive. Infringing on the church would be a thankless task.

However, no priests have been sent to this monastery since the previous bishop left, and it is now presided over by seven nuns.

For the nuns, managing the convent was pure asceticism; ten days ago, they would have already been communicating with the bishop about transferring them to other places.

But then an angel descended to earth, and God performed a miracle in Britain, saving the nation. Fueled by their fervent faith, they had no complaints whatsoever; on the contrary, they were incredibly devout, almost to the point of fanaticism.

The forty-year-old blonde nun stopped chanting and said gently, “Devout believers, this week’s service is over. Come and receive God’s grace. Do not forget God’s love. Hallelujah.”

"Gulp~"

"Goo~"

The sounds of swallowing and rumbling stomachs filled the air as the worshippers in the chapel collectively turned their attention to the bread and milk that a group of children were moving towards them.

They come here to worship just for a meal, but the monastery has a rule that each person can only receive one meal a month.

As for why everyone is so well-behaved, it's because after the theft and robbery occurred, the monastery closed down, the priests and nuns left, and after the monastery reopened, no one dared to do it again.

The children in the monastery thoughtfully distributed bread and milk to the believers, who quickly left after eating what they received.

"Sigh... Why haven't we received a reply yet regarding the suggestion to the bishop to change the distribution of bread to the believers every three days?" The senior nun sighed as she watched the believers leave the monastery gates.

"Also, when will you send a priest?"

"Yes, there was another gang fight in Bogotá last night. When will God's eyes be on this place?"

"And there are always riots in the slums, and rumors of monsters appearing from time to time." The blonde young nun held the crucifix in her hands and prayed, "May those monsters not appear in the monastery, Amen."

The senior nun said sternly, "No matter how terrifying a monster is, it wouldn't dare appear in the monastery. This is a place blessed by God."

Another young nun directed the children to clean the benches, saying, "Children, after you've dusted off, you can start studying."