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"I'm sorry, but this kind of bureaucratic tone is really annoying, and I think you feel the same way!"

He straightened his back, his polite expression turning casual, and casually flicked his wrist.

"Given our status, it's not worth wasting time on trivial matters. Let's get straight to the point... Major Black, are you willing to serve your country?"

"Of course!"

The man instinctively tensed up and nodded in agreement, just as he had done countless times in the past, deliberately displaying loyalty and bravery.

People always love loyal henchmen...

There are countless superiors who appreciate this kind of persona. They gain something from each performance, and over time, they may even find it difficult to distinguish which is a false persona and which is their true nature.

However, this time the result was not so pleasant.

A tiny crimson flame suddenly ignited, appearing in the man's eyes... in his mouth... in his ears... in his nostrils!

Flames, like venomous snakes, flickered and crisscrossed within the seven orifices, instantly turning the living human body into acrid, foul-smelling smoke!

"you dare!"

Since awakening her Stigmata ability, she had only dealt with respectable people, which had become a habit of her thinking. The old woman never expected that the other party would dare to kill her in front of her, and her eyes widened in shock!

Easily shattering Sister Eileen's hastily cast sealing spell, Venerable Red Sun made a grasping motion with indifference. Black energy swirled in his palm, generating immense suction force, which drew back a fleeing humanoid fire.

Sensing impending doom, a mad ferocity flashed across Donnie's lava-like face, and he suddenly exploded.

"You are quite self-aware, saving me some effort." The desperate counterattack, risking his life, only earned him a dry compliment. The old monk formed the Abhaya Mudra with one hand, and the blazing fireball, hot enough to melt steel, expanded only half a meter before rapidly shrinking, transforming into the Myokan Wheel, a deep red like a gemstone, its sharp edges and serrated teeth slowly rotating.

"Since we're starting to clean up, let's sweep up all the trash and debris." As if discussing a simple hygiene issue, the fire wheel suddenly expanded, and a raging sea of ​​fire instantly filled the entire underground space!

Crimson light surged like waves, and black smoke billowed like tides. In the blink of an eye, the indigenous sacrificial site, which had existed for hundreds of years, was transformed into a fiery hell!

Without a chance to leave any last words, the guards, lying scattered on the ground still clinging to life, turned into black ash without a doubt. Even the old nun's most exquisite healing magic could not bring them back to life.

The scorching heat, carrying deadly temperatures, spread wildly in all directions, not only destroying all the man-made structures in the cave, but also spreading along the tunnels and crevices it had found, erasing any possible traces.

Above ground, within the Brooklyn area, hundreds of sewer openings suddenly emitted a foul-smelling, hot steam, causing several midnight drunks to vomit violently.

“Your behavior…is really…really…outrageous!” Sister Irene said through gritted teeth, she hadn’t been this angry in a long time.

The crystal-clear angelic phantom reappeared, its snow-white wings spread out, protecting the several women whose minds were blank behind it, and then it waved its wings forcefully!

The towering mountain peaks, radiating endless light, forcefully squeezed out of the void, standing in stark contrast to the blindingly hot sea of ​​fire!

Chapter 363 Son of Steel, Prioritizing the Big Picture

Even the most seasoned residents of New York will find themselves thoroughly entertained tonight.

The spectacular angel parade light show that spanned the entire city had just ended, and a group of believers were still prostrating themselves in sincere repentance when even more bizarre phenomena that challenged everyone's worldview followed.

The exhausted programmer stood in front of his apartment after finishing his overtime work, rubbing his numb facial muscles. Before he could even recall where he had put his keys, a bright red light flashed into his eyes.

Gazing at the rising sun in the distance, feeling its genuine warmth, he felt like cursing in his dazed head.

"Is it already dawn? That damn manager, if he dares to make us work overtime again, I'll smash his head in!"

Compared to the corporate slaves whose IQs have been crushed by heavy workloads, most people still maintained basic rationality, simply staring in disbelief at the magnificent and fantastical scene.

Thick streams of crimson flame, as thick as ancient trees, intertwined and collided with pure white holy light, gushing forth from the deep underground cavern, surging forth like a waterfall cascading down to the heavens.

The dark purple sky seemed to have been completely torn apart, obscuring the stars and the moon. Only the intense heat and light intertwined and competed for brilliance, creating a magnificent scene that was breathtaking and indescribable.

A blazing red sun reigns supreme in the sky, its vast crimson rays surging like ocean waves, showering the towering skyscrapers of the metropolis, as if an invisible hand were manipulating a clock, bringing dawn to the city ahead of schedule.

A wild and scorching atmosphere arose, and as the scorching wind blew wildly, many onlookers felt parched and their skin burning, but this was immediately suppressed by a cool and peaceful radiance.

A majestic angel, with a horn at his waist, stood proudly in the void, his wings gently fluttering, creating faint ripples of silver-blue like water. Boundless splendor emanated from his body, and flawless lilies, as if sculpted from alabaster, drifted down from the sky, bringing with them a delicate, ethereal fragrance.

The scorching sun and the radiant angel each occupy their own territory, facing each other from afar. Two vastly different powers clash with each other, bursting forth with bursts of lightning!

Amidst the rising and falling screams and cries, the two thoughts were also clashing with each other.

"Water Angel [Gabriel]... So you possess the 'Temperance' stigmata from the Seven Virtues. But now that the High Heaven is far away, how much divine power can you still draw upon?"

His imposing appearance was outwardly displayed, but his true form remained underground. The Red Sun Venerable still maintained his carefree and relaxed demeanor. Seeing that the other party showed no sign of relaxing, the large clusters of flickering crimson flames in his eyes slowly separated, revealing a deep darkness.

"If you really want to have a friendly spar, I'm happy to oblige."

With his words, the immense pressure felt like invisible steel knives scraping against the cave, shattering the hard rocks into dust.

Sister Irene's tone was calm yet sharp, and she answered with her actions: "I'm too old to bear seeing innocent lives sacrificed for the selfish desires of the fallen. Since the primary perpetrator is dead, please have a proper discussion with the Church..."

Though the Lord's Kingdom is far away, the Eden forged in the brilliance of humanity's hearts will forever remain.

The voice was very soft, yet it carried far like a command.

No matter how much the Federation boasts about its diverse faiths to outsiders, it is still a standard Christian country at its core. Churches are essential core buildings in every city, and New York is no exception. In fact, due to its population and area, it has an even greater number of churches.

At that very moment, the various clocks on the roofs of these churches, whether large or small, luxurious or simple, ancient or modern, suddenly started moving automatically without any wind!

The melodious sounds blended together, and the countless points of light, invisible to the naked eye, converged into a vast galaxy, appearing behind the angel's phantom across time and space, causing the blazing sun to pale in comparison.

"Hmph! The weak faith of mortals." Facing the old woman who was using the power of the terrain, Venerable Red Sun shouted in a low voice, unwilling to be outdone. He formed a hand seal and pulled, and a ball of dark light filled with extreme destructive aura slowly appeared and took shape. It was... an oval black stone with three white marks on it.

Hundreds of dark, sharp arrows shot out, tearing the thick holy light apart like paper in an instant, forcing Sister Irene to urgently chant holy words to dispel the flames.

A few wisps of residual energy swept past, and Nan's psychic shield crumbled. Saiona struggled to wield her rapier and barely managed to hold it off.

Just as the two sides were about to clash, their expressions changed simultaneously, and they all looked toward the hole leading to the ground.

The next moment, as if a divine sword of unparalleled sharpness had slashed down, the majestic and tall figure pierced straight through the chaotic vortex of airflow and suddenly descended, with a mournful wind howling behind him, actually creating a long vacuum tunnel.

He gently swung his fist, but the flames and the holy light suddenly separated, as if an invisible hand had forcefully inserted itself, separating the two who were facing each other.

The terrifying energy storm roared and howled, capable of instantly vaporizing any being below the [Lord Rank], but it abruptly stopped when it approached him, without even messing up his hairstyle.

There were no dazzling superpowers; it was an extremely powerful, pure force capable of shattering everything, tangible or intangible!

"For the sake of the 800 million residents above us, please stop immediately!"

The visitor raised both hands in greeting, his voice warm and gentle.

Upon seeing the face of the troublemaker, Sister Eileen's expression softened slightly, and she withdrew her holy power.

The newcomer had short, wavy black hair, a tall and muscular physique, and a tight-fitting combat suit that accentuated his muscular curves. He had a high nose and deep-set eyes with distinct features. Just standing there, he exuded vitality, life, and strength, like a magnificent sculpture of an ancient Greek hero.

"Your reaction was certainly quick... Mr. Antonio, you have always been a respected partner of ours. How should this matter be resolved?"

Antonio, codenamed "Son of Steel," is one of only two successful cases in the Federation's God-Making Project. He is the highest-ranking combatant in the official superhuman sequence. His hidden bloodline can be traced back to Hercules, the god of the Holy Mountain in ancient Greece. He is upright, kind, brave, and noble. Since he is the one to step forward, the old nanny is willing to give way.

"This egregious act was committed privately by certain high-ranking officials of the Special Investigations Bureau and does not represent the federal government. Director Maxwell will report this truthfully to the central government for serious handling, and none of those involved will be able to escape accountability."

“Child…we don’t want that to be empty rhetoric, do you understand?” Sister Irene emphasized the word “we,” clearly dissatisfied with his attitude.

Antonio nodded solemnly, a hint of helplessness on his face.

"We will do our best, but the situation is very tense right now, so please don't worry about other things."

I have bad news… The situation in the town of Centria is dire; the fog is spiraling out of control!

He said with a wry smile, "Therefore, I implore everyone to prioritize the overall situation."

Chapter 364 Confused? Not confused!

The idea of ​​prioritizing the overall situation is just empty talk for the evil faction, but for those who uphold order, it is a fact that must be considered.

Perhaps cynical young people would have other opinions, but the experienced elders know that it is not a matter of being old-fashioned or weak.

Better to be a dog in times of peace than a human in times of chaos! No matter how many drawbacks arise, a relatively stable social order still serves the fundamental interests of the majority.

Especially with the sophisticated structure of modern society, once a large-scale supernatural disaster occurs, the earth will collapse and mountains will crumble, and the resulting losses and casualties will be incalculable.

Sister Eileen lowered her eyes, her eyelids trembled slightly, and her aged body became even more hunched. In the end, she quietly made way for her.

The Venerable Red Sun smiled coldly, his sleeves billowing as he arrogantly turned and left.

Watching him disappear in a flash of fire, the old woman sighed softly.

"What exactly is going on with Centria? I remember that the seal has been quite stable for the past few decades."

Antonio said in a low voice, "The specifics are still unclear. It is only based on information from various sources that we can infer that more than ten years ago, that 'thing' secretly transmitted a part of its essence, which was attached to a fetus and born into the world."

“As you know, ever since that disaster, we’ve used the excuse that underground coal mine fires release toxic gases to relocate all the residents within a radius of dozens of kilometers. She was sealed and trapped, unable to receive any spiritual replenishment, and could only grow weaker day by day. This incident must have been a long-planned scheme…” The man’s smooth, full eyebrows furrowed into a knot.

"So, as she grew up in the outside world and recovered from her injuries, she infiltrated again to break the seal and rescue her true form, right?"

Having a deep understanding of the cause and effect of this matter, Sister Irene instantly understood the crux of the problem. Her tone shifted from questioning to sternly interrogating.

"The federal government coveted the power of faith and spirituality within it and demanded that the church leave, ostensibly to keep watch over it alone, but in reality, they were secretly conducting research. Considering the relationship between the two sides, we didn't hold it against them." Recalling the past, the old man became increasingly angry.

"You all know how dangerous her ability is. It's practically a nascent inferno. Once it erupts, it could turn the entire state into a no-man's land!"

Sister Irene closed her eyes, a look of reluctance on her face. The soot and ash that once blotted out the sky, the eerie wailing of the fire alarm—it all seemed to echo beside her. She suddenly opened her eyes and couldn't help but shout:

"That's why we chose to suppress them rather than eliminate them in the first place, but now you're telling me that we've made such a ridiculous blunder. I thought those bureaucrats were just greedy, but I didn't expect that we also have to add 'stupid' to that!"

Antonio looked embarrassed and was speechless after being reprimanded. After a long while, he managed to offer a few words of explanation: "Please calm down, Granny. If you look at it from another angle, this may be the perfect opportunity to solve the problem."

Times have changed. The elemental tides are rising daily, and the number of powerful individuals available to all sides is more than double what it used to be. The Director-General is currently planning carefully, intending to use this opportunity to completely eliminate this potential bomb. He will need the Church's assistance at that time.

The elderly nun vented her emotions slightly and calmed down a bit before steer the conversation back on track, "May God bless us, I hope so. But before that, let's see how much sincerity you show in your handling of this matter?"

"I'll go back and report immediately, so please excuse me for now." Recalling the intricate web of connections within the upper echelons of officialdom, even the "Son of Steel," who was known for his righteousness and integrity, had a shadow fall over his face. His character did not allow him to make any rash promises, so he took the opportunity to say goodbye.

His gaze shifted to a few bystanders, and he approached them gently to explain the aftermath, not ignoring them because of their weak strength.

"...Compensation for the victims will be provided promptly, and someone will come to your door to discuss the specific terms. As for Ms. Seona, your kindness shines like a diamond, and the authorities will later offer you a bonus."

Upon learning that the designer was a newly awakened superhuman, the man offered a sincere compliment and handed her a silver-gray card.

"In addition, your weapon appears to have been damaged. You can take it to the relevant institution for free repair with my identification as an extra reward for your kindness."

A powerful and pure bio-force field unfolded, enveloping everyone and lifting them to the ground. The man politely waved and flew into the night.

The events of tonight were dramatic and bound to have far-reaching consequences. Aunt Eileen was not in the mood to stay any longer and sent them to a church hospital to rest for the time being before returning to the church to discuss the follow-up matters.

After checking her body and confirming that she was alright, Seona leaned against the soft pillow and took out her sword.

"It definitely needs fixing..."

Her fair, soft fingertips traced the spine of the sword as she bit her red lips in regret.

Although this ancestral extraordinary weapon was sturdy, it was still not enough in the face of the battle between the two masters. In order to withstand the aftershocks of the flying debris, there were many signs of melting all over the body, and the semi-circular sword guard was deformed and cracked.