At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

Arturo Gaspar said, "By the way, you're going to take action against that merchant guild in the slums, right? Send me a lot of people then. A lot of people who grow coca have died from exhaustion, and we're short-handed."

Benjamin Joaquin waved his hand: "I'll have the army purge them. You can have your gang arrest them yourself. I only want the valuable women."

Arturo Gaspar scoffed: "Every few decades, some of these reckless insects that dare to oppose us will pop up."

Benjamin Joaquín laughed as well: "It's all because of the International Brigades movement after World War II. Che Guevara came to South America and stirred things up, saying that after I die, you will all be me, making these people think they are the second Che Guevara, haha."

A weak voice rang out: "Cough cough... You dare to talk about Che Guevara!" The middle-aged man, who was tied to the cross and lying on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood at them.

The man's hands were nailed to a cross, and his body was covered in blood and gore.

"Stop struggling. After tomorrow, you annoying insects will be meeting Satan, hahaha." Benjamin Joaquin laughed wildly as he looked at the man's miserable appearance.

He used to say directly, "I'll send you to meet God," but he knew that God had performed miracles in Britain, and angels had descended to earth. According to the Bible, he would definitely go to hell, but it didn't matter. He now believed in "Satan," who was against God.

"Is that so? You're the ones who should be going to hell!" A hoarse voice, filled with anger, boomed in the luxurious hall, startling everyone present.

Teandro revealed himself, his eyes bloodshot, the 'Eye of God' in his hand instantly blazing with light, the holy sword instantly appearing, his body covered in an earthy yellow light, and the rock element, unable to control his emotions, spread throughout the entire room.

"Extraordinary!" ×2.

What came into the view of everyone present was a person wearing a black hooded coat whose expression could not be seen. He exuded an aura that made them feel suffocated, as if a huge rock was pressing on their chests.

Benhamin and Arturo looked terrified. As a small group of people at the top of a country, they were very clear about the world situation, knew about the existence of superhumans, and also knew how terrifying they were.

I also know that many monsters have appeared in the world, and there are monsters in Bogotá too, but there are not many of them, and they are mostly in the slums. As long as they do not pose a threat to them, it is fine.

The women who were high had lifeless, silly smiles, while only the man nailed to the cross, his flesh mangled and bloodied, had eyes that shone brightly.

He recognized the voice—it was his older brother! When did his brother become a superhuman?

Benjamin cried out in terror, “This extraordinary being! I can give you power. My Joaquin family controls most of the political, business, and military power in Colombia. Let’s talk. If we can reach an agreement, you will be the king of this country!”

“Yes, yes, my Gaspar family is the richest. I can give you as much money as you want on behalf of the family! US dollars, US dollars! One hundred million! One billion! Five billion!” Arturo shouted immediately afterward.

Teandro remained unmoved, walked up with his holy sword, and laughed: "Power? Money? Heh heh heh, I just want you all to go to hell."

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots rang out one after another. Benhamin and Arturo gripped their pistols with both hands, their expressions ferocious as they repeatedly pulled the triggers.

"Then die! Die!"

"Hahaha! Serves you right for talking too much nonsense!"

But the next moment their expressions froze, and the golden bullets all fell from the superhuman's clothes with a clattering sound, leaving only ripples on his body.

Before they could think it through, they felt a sharp pain in their necks, and the world began to spin before their eyes. Finally, they saw a headless body similar to their own lying on the ground, staining the carpet red.

Dead? His head was chopped off...

"Doroko! Is that you?" Comiro's voice was weak, but his eyes were full of light.

"Damn it, don't move, I'm putting you down."

……

Da da da da—

At the same time, a dense barrage of gunfire erupted outside the building.

Not long after Teandolo entered the building, Valendo began his operation as planned. He activated his 'Source Potential' and slit the throats of the two guards before they could react. He then took their two grenades and threw one directly into the group of soldiers who were huddled together and high on drugs.

This attack killed more than a dozen soldiers and injured dozens more. The remaining soldiers, after realizing what had happened, went berserk and opened fire on the men in black who had launched the terrorist attack.

Da da da da da—

"Go to hell, you demons!" Valendo excitedly charged toward the soldier who had fired at him, pistols in both hands. He activated his 'Source Potential', and the dense bullets hitting his body caused him excruciating pain, but only left red scratches on his skin.

The pain fueled his excitement, and he kept firing his pistol at the soldiers who were shooting at him, each shot hitting a soldier in the head.

Bang!Bang!

In no time, he had blown off more than a dozen heads.

"Hahahaha..." Valendo's suppressed hatred was released, and he burst into laughter.

Da da da da—

"A demon! He's a demon! An unkillable demon—" A soldier, seeing the man in black who remained unharmed despite being riddled with bullets and even laughed, wet himself in terror, dropped his gun, and fled irrationally: "Ahhh! Don't come any closer!!!"

"Help! Monster! He's a monster!" If one soldier collapses, a group of soldiers will collapse, and the remaining dozens of soldiers will run away in a frenzy.

"Calling me a demon or monster? Hahahaha, you are the demons in human skin!" Valendo chased after the fleeing soldiers, activating his 'Source Potential'. His physical abilities had reached three times that of an ordinary adult, and he easily caught up with them, killing them one by one.

No need to reload, just pick up their guns.

The dense gunfire did not cause any riots in Bogotá at night. No civilians dared to go out at night, and the civilians of Bogotá had long been desensitized to gunfire. Even if someone was shot dead in front of them, they would only numbly quicken their pace and walk away.

The gunfire subsided, and soon the entire police station fell silent.

However, the events at the police station have already been reported to the city government center by the city officials who have gone into hiding, and more soldiers will be arriving soon.

After all, it was a terrorist attack that occurred in the area where important figures from the two major families that ruled the country resided.

"Valendo, run! Don't chase after them!" Teandolo shouted as he carried the blood-soaked and unconscious Comiro on his back.

"Ahhh, run!"

"Run!"

Behind him were women, children, and young people screaming and running away, being captured and prepared for sale.

There were many people, more than fifty in total. They ran away desperately and quickly disappeared from sight.

“Okay.” Valendo stopped firing at the remaining soldiers who had taken refuge in the pickup truck and followed Teandolo’s speed, quickly disappearing into the dark streets.

Half an hour later, the sound of motorcycles echoed around the police station. Soldiers in uniform surrounded the area, and an officer with a scar on his forehead got off, looking fiercely at the corpses scattered on the ground: "Who is it? Which family or gang? How dare they provoke the Joaquin family! Find out! I'm going to blow them up with artillery."

"It's a superhuman! It's a superhuman! General!" The municipal worker who had been hiding inside the building crawled out, his pants soaked with fear.

"What? Superhumans?" The general's expression changed drastically. He had seen the video filmed by the United Nations in Britain, and he knew how terrifying superhumans were. Weak superhumans were alright, but powerful superhumans couldn't be dealt with by firearms. Only artillery could be somewhat effective.

But those are only the cannons of a large country; the cannons of small countries struggle to deal with those monsters that turn people to stone.

"This is troublesome." The general's face was gloomy. The United Nations had an analysis of superhumans. Only kind and righteous people could become superhumans. In other words, superhumans were the enemies of families like theirs who were involved in drug trafficking and human trafficking.

“This is no ordinary attack. We must notify all the major families in Colombia, otherwise everyone may be purged by the superhumans.”

“There are hundreds of thousands of high-ranking families and gangs in the country. Even superhumans would have to sit down and negotiate with us.” The general’s expression softened.

Faced with the threat of superhumans, and with no possibility of retreat, the various families and gangs that were originally fighting each other must unite.

Therefore, even a general who controlled one-third of the nation's army, a full 50,000 men, couldn't imagine the immense power that a large family and a criminal gang could wield together.

The two families acted swiftly, contacting influential families and gangs throughout Colombia within a single night to discuss how to deal with the superhumans, or to get them to sit down and negotiate with them.

……

On the other side, in the Teandro Merchant Guild Market, more than a thousand people were gazing up at Mauricio, who was radiating an icy blue light and holding a holy sword high as he addressed them.

These people were all followers of the 'Teandolo Merchant Guild' who wanted a peaceful life. They weren't necessarily kind or righteous, but they all longed for a peaceful life like normal people.

Teandro and Mauricio's group are the slum leaders to whom they place their hopes, just like the freedom fighter Che Guevara.

Then each of them received the cultivation method for 'Source Awakening' and was told to spread it quickly, preferably throughout the entire slum and the whole of Bogotá.

In any case, only righteous and kind people can awaken, and everyone who can awaken is undoubtedly their comrade-in-arms.

The thousand people dispersed with unparalleled fervor, and then the entire slum came alive. Even at night, most people didn't have electric lights and only used kerosene lamps, which illuminated the entire slum, making it look like a night market.

Moricio gripped the 'Eye of God' tightly in his hand, his eyes filled with urgency: "Hurry! I hope tens of thousands of people will awaken tonight!"

He knew all too well the storm Teandolo's actions tonight would cause in Bogotá, but he had no choice but to do it.

He could imagine how devastating it would be if thousands of people in the slums woke up and clashed with those in power in the country.

But as Che Guevara said, there is never a victory without sacrifice; a victory without sacrifice is merely a temptation offered by the enemy.

Only by completely eliminating them can everyone in this country move towards happiness and stability.

The unusual situation in the slums naturally attracted the attention of the Bogotá government, but at that time all their energy was focused on uniting all the family gangs, and they had no energy to investigate what was going on.

"I've awakened! I've awakened my abilities right away! Sister, I will definitely avenge you!" A twelve-year-old boy in the slums cried as he looked at his hands. His sister had been forcibly taken away by those soldiers and sold to the United States.

"Body enhancement! Thank God, thank Boss Theo! I can finally avenge my son!" A filthy, thirty-year-old man's arm swelled up to twice its size as if inflated, and he punched the ground. With a thud, his fist sank directly into the soil, his entire forearm disappearing into it.

Such things are happening all the time in the slums.

The more intense the oppression, the stronger the resistance to it.

The deeper the shadow, the hotter the sunlight.

At this moment, Mauricio, Paulina, Valento, and Teandolo, who was carrying Comiro on his back, were walking towards the monastery.

They were filled with trepidation, yet their trepidation was tinged with a pilgrimage-like fervor.

They go to the monastery for worship every Sunday. After all, they came from the monastery and have long regarded it as their home, although the nuns now refuse them long stays.

……

As they approached the monastery, the first rays of dawn appeared on the horizon.

The sunlight bathed the green lawn in front of the monastery in a golden hue, symbolizing hope. The shadow of the cross atop the chapel fell upon their faces, and the face of the statue of the Virgin Mary in front of them was filled with loving kindness in the morning sun.

The nuns were up before sunrise, preparing breakfast for the children. Twenty-year-old Sister Geya gently swept away the mosquitoes that had been killed by the mosquito coils and fallen to the ground. She looked up and saw five people entering the church, one of whom was covered in blood.

"Ah!" Sister Geya exclaimed, then looked closely and asked, "It's you? What's going on? Are you hiding from the gangsters at the church?"

The nuns all recognized them; after all, they were the ones who tidied up the weeds and vines around the church before the nuns came.

“Sister Geya, we have come to pay homage to the angels, inspired by God.” Mauricio performed a salute, and the ‘Eye of God’ appeared in his hand, emitting a faint icy blue light.

“The Eye of God!” Sister Geya covered her lips with both hands, and the broom in her hand fell to the ground. The message from the Vatican included a description of the ‘Eye of God,’ a symbol of an ‘angelic candidate’ who is even higher than a ‘stigmata saint’, and a sacred object bestowed by God upon a ‘heroic leader’.

"Please follow me, my hero!" Sister Geya said hurriedly, then ran into the chapel.

Inside the chapel, Los Saint sat languidly on a bench, his eyes half-closed.

Joan of Arc was kneeling on the prayer mat, her hands clasped together, reciting the holy blessing, a morning prayer that every Catholic must perform before breakfast every day.

Artoria sat upright on the bench, waiting for breakfast to begin.

Fukaros sat quietly beside her, flipping through the Book of John. She also learned the function of the Name of God: to make the world acknowledge her identity and to receive power bestowed by the world itself.

The Heavenly Principles, on the other hand, determine whether the power bestowed upon her by the world can be given to her.

Only in this way can she obtain a legitimate identity in this world; otherwise, her power will be greatly suppressed, like a fish out of water.