At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

“Yes, Sister Geya,” the eight-year-old boy said cheerfully, raising his hand.

"Yes, Teacher Geya," the children shouted in unison.

The monastery currently houses 57 children, all of whom are children from the slums who were abandoned or unable to be raised by their parents.

Ta-da!

Footsteps sounded in the monastery, and four shadows were cast into the church in the sunlight. The children and nuns who were cleaning all looked over.

Normally, no believers will come after the worship service.

"Huh?" The nuns exclaimed in surprise, because the four people who entered the church were so handsome and beautiful that they were not ordinary people.

Just like the Archangel Cherubim in Britain, beautiful and holy.

The only man was dressed in a priest's sirens and had a gentle expression.

“Sister Soledda, hello. I am a Catholic priest, here to take over this monastery,” Los Saint said with a smile.

“My name is Jeanne Darc, and I can also be considered a nun,” Joan of Arc introduced herself gently.

“Arthur Pendragon,” Artoria said, giving a slight knightly salute.

“Fukaros de Fontaine,” Fukaros said with a smile.

Los Saint did not have them deliberately conceal their identities; he intended for them to receive divine names directly in Colombia.

No manipulation is needed; their real names alone are enough to garner massive recognition.

After all, the next step is to directly train heroes to violently eliminate all the scourges in this country.

"Huh?" The nuns were stunned, and after they came to their senses, they couldn't help but hold their breath.

Jeanne Darc, isn't that the name of Joan of Arc? Arthur Pendragon, on the other hand, is the legendary King Arthur.

The name Fucarus is even more remarkable. In the Bible, he was originally a Throne Angel who held justice and the law, but he was later tempted by Lucifer and fell into hell to become a great demon who ruled over water.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, Your Honor, I was lost in thought." Senior Sister Soleda quickly stepped down from the pulpit, making a sacramental gesture with her right hand on her left and right shoulders: "Welcome. The convent currently has seven nuns who are at your disposal."

She had no doubts; after all, such an aura and name were not those of an ordinary person.

Not long ago, the Vatican spread the news of Britain and the birth of Catholic saints and the descent of angels to churches all over the world, and learned some information from the saints and angels themselves.

King Arthur was a real person, and he was a woman; Joan of Arc also descended to earth.

King Arthur, Joan of Arc, and this priest must also be a saint! As for Fucarus, being with Saint Joan of Arc, he must not be a demon but an angel descended from heaven!

Luo Sheng watched as the nuns' incredulous expressions quickly turned into fanatical laughter. Anyone with a brain could instantly guess the identities of the four of them.

After all, neither his temperament nor his name was concealed.

"Please arrange rooms for us, devout nun."

"Yes, Your Honor." The nuns' cheeks were flushed with excitement, but they tried their best to pretend they knew nothing.

The monastery is a three-story cathedral, with two additional houses for children. In total, the monastery consists of three buildings.

The nuns quickly prepared the room where the highest-ranking priest and the three of them would be staying.

……

Fukalos sat upright on a stool in the newly tidied room, flipping through the 'Bible' and 'Solomon's Little Key', and soon came across a story related to her name, which amazed her.

"There's actually a story with the same name as me, a Throne Angel who was deceived and fell from grace to become one of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods..."

The more she read, the more surprised she became; she recognized many of the names among the seventy-two demon gods.

Morax, Barbatos, Bar...

The God in this story is the natural order of this world, namely Lord Los Saint, but these stories...

These stories originated thousands of years ago; it's impossible that they were made up by Lord Tianli specifically for her.

“Surprised, Fucarus?” Los Saint’s voice echoed in her mind.

"No, I just have some doubts." Fukaros trembled, quickly calmed down, and said respectfully in a low voice.

“The worlds are not completely isolated from each other. There will always be some information that spreads between them. A writer’s inspiration, a flash of inspiration, may be a message received from another world. This is not surprising.”

"I see, thank you for your explanation," Fukaros said respectfully.

"Since there is a story in this world that is similar to your name, how about you take the identity of my Seraphim Fucarus?"

"I will obey your will." Fucarus had no objection. Thrones? Angels, gods, are really just titles.

"Then, from now on, you shall refer to yourself as Fucarus, the Archangel of Justice and Water."

"Yes."

In Los Saint's room, a white virtual globe appeared in his hand, and a projected image appeared in front of him.

The image shows one of the heroes he chose, who is only a few kilometers away from the monastery. He projects the image of the hero's location along the line of faith.

……

Gotha slum.

Low, two- or three-story buildings stand side by side. These buildings are all from seventy or eighty years ago, and the corners of the walls are even damp, with bricks showing through. These buildings are the best houses in the slum, while most are shacks built with wooden planks and sheet metal.

The stench from household waste permeates the air, and piles of garbage can be seen everywhere.

Even in the slums, the management here does a good job of managing household waste.

Here stands a market that looks out of place in the slums. It is large and the buildings are new, having been built less than five years ago.

At the center of the market stands a six-story building, gray in color, completely untiled and built purely for practical purposes, with the Latin inscription 'Te Andoro Merchants' on it.

This is the largest commercial organization in the southern slums, providing basic necessities for hundreds of thousands of civilians in the Gotha slums. The civilians greatly support this chamber of commerce that provides them with cheap necessities.

However, the atmosphere inside the Chamber of Commerce building was extremely dull and lifeless.

"Dorothy! The gangs under the Joaquin and Gaspar families are forcibly abducting young women to their casinos and sex shops! They're getting more and more outrageous!" A middle-aged woman gritted her teeth as she looked at the middle-aged man with a grim expression and dark circles under his eyes.

"In this Gotha slum, can't we even protect some women? Let them kidnap people!"

In this chaotic region, women and children are the most vulnerable, treated no differently than commodities by those in power.

In their casinos and sex exchanges, women who were forced into prostitution were shot on the spot if they failed to meet their stipulated monetary targets.

Gambling, prostitution, and drugs are always inseparable; if one is involved, the other two will inevitably follow.

A young man in his twenties, his eyes bloodshot, said, "Yes! Uncle Doro! Our chamber of commerce's garment factory in the East District slums was burned down before, and more than thirty brothers died in the conflict with them. Shouldn't we retaliate?"

“Even the female workers in the garment factory were forced to be kidnapped! Didn’t we swear to give all the common people in this country human rights?”

A middle-aged man with messy, unkempt hair sighed, "Alright, Valendo, don't get so worked up. Everyone's trying to figure something out."

"Uncle Theo! My father died at the hands of the Joaquin family! We've been talking about revenge for ten years! I should have bought a sniper rifle and waited for them long ago!" Valendo shouted through gritted teeth.

"Even with a sniper rifle, you can only kill one! There are countless scumbags! Even if you manage to kill one, all that awaits us is their private army!" Mauricio slammed his fist on the table and roared.

The Joaquín family is the largest family in the Colombian government army, controlling one-third of the military. The Gaspar family is the largest drug-producing family in Colombia, controlling 60% of the country's drug trade.

The Joaquin family has a stake in the drug trade, and even 70% of elected officials and local gangs across the country have interests in it.

Their chamber of commerce is an enemy of the entire country in Bogotá.

Although the Chamber of Commerce has strong support in the slums and is armed with 500 men, it wouldn't make a ripple in Colombia.

They did try; their leader, Te Andoro, won half the votes in the Bogotá favela and became a city councilor.

He had just proposed restoring some of the land used for coca (the raw material for cocaine) to food cultivation when he was threatened, and his wife and son were shot dead that same day.

However, the government insisted that it was suicide and even pressured the elder brother to give up his position as a Bogotá city councilor. After a series of events, the current Chamber of Commerce was established.

With deep dark circles under his eyes, Teandolo said in a hoarse voice, "Comiro and four truckloads of supplies have been detained by the government forces."

“Two hours ago, a member of the Joaquin family called me and said, ‘I don’t want the same thing that happened to my wife and son to happen again.’”

“They are ready to take action against us. Our sheltering residents in the slums has interfered with their drug business and sex trade, and they can no longer stand it.”

Chapter 88: The Great God is Watching Us

"What! Why did you only say that now! Brother! Comiro was just transporting supplies! What right do the government troops have to detain people!" Mauricio's eyes reddened.

"We also have 500 armed men! Are they going to fight us to the death?"

“They’re forcing us, either to cooperate with them on drugs or to eliminate us.” Paulina’s face was full of gloom: “If we join them, they will easily control the population resources of the slums.”

“Young girls under our protection in the Chamber of Commerce are being kidnapped, either for human trafficking or sent to sex exchanges.”

"Damn it!" Valendo gritted his teeth until they bled. "Those damned scumbags!"

“Although we have five hundred armed men, they only have ordinary rifles and pistols. It would be too easy for them to wipe us out. They can’t wait any longer.” Teandolo said helplessly, his mouth full of bitterness: “Either leave Colombia, or fight them head-on.”

At this point, Teandro grasped the cross necklace around his neck.

Zoe's mother, what should I do? Lord, if you are truly watching over humanity, please reveal yourself to me.

He was truly at his wit's end.

He and his dozens of brothers and sisters walked out of the church, hoping to change this corrupt and decadent country and bring a stable life to everyone.

But as he ventured deeper into the country and grew older, the country filled him with increasing despair.

Apart from his brothers and sisters, there are no like-minded people in this country.

He thought that after working hard to gain public support and become a member of parliament, he would be able to quietly change everything. However, just as he began to make his proposals, before he could even take action, his wife and son were shot and killed.

He realized then that all the elected members of Congress had no real power; they were merely mascots to showcase the free nation to the United States. In the end, all the other elected members joined the systematic drug production network.

He founded the Chamber of Commerce after recovering from the despair of his wife and children being shot, intending to start by ensuring the survival of ordinary people.

But this also touched upon the interests of the invisible network that spans the country.

During this process, more than a dozen of his brothers and sisters were shot and killed, and he might also be shot in the heart by a hidden bullet at some point.

At that moment, the cross in his hand emitted a soft, holy light.

hum~

The holy light grew stronger and stronger, instantly sweeping away all the negative emotions in the hearts of everyone in the room.

"what?"

"what!"