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An indescribably intense white light shot into the sky, instantly illuminating an area of ​​over a thousand meters as bright as day!

Zhu Mingyao's slightly disheveled figure appeared in the distance. He shook his messy hair and clenched the mysterious red button in his hand.

"Damn, so what if you're at a high level? Today I'll show you what it means to be no match for the Great Ivan!"

A good general doesn't fight a battle unprepared. Ever since he learned how difficult this mission would be, Zhu Mingyao started a crazy hoarding spree, filling a warehouse with all sorts of talismans and magical items. After all, the Sanyuan Palace was spacious enough to fit dozens of trucks.

The most common type of item was various kinds of alchemical bombs.

In the hellish alternate dimension, the laws are different from those of the outside world, and ordinary modern weapons are ineffective. However, special equipment crafted through mystical rituals, like the enchanted guns used by the crusade legions, is an exception.

Since the matter originated from the church and he had secretly accepted Aunt Eileen's commission, Zhu Mingyao simply made an outrageous demand, asking for a massive amount of weapons and supplies.

The elderly nun, understanding the gravity of the situation, readily used her position to hand over almost all of the North American parish's reserves to him, enabling Zhu Mingyao to wage such a wealthy war.

A massive mushroom cloud rolled into the sky, bright holy light mixed with smelting silver powder, rippling out bursts of radioactive halos. A shockwave comparable to a category 10 typhoon swept wildly across the land, and the remaining buildings on the ground collapsed and melted as quickly as candles exposed to fire, proclaiming to the world the truth contained within the magnitude of the event.

Such astonishing destructive power forced the people engaged in fierce combat to avoid its advance and scatter.

Zhu Mingyao stared at the explosion site and let out a sigh of relief. Although this creation, which combined modern technology with mysterious power, was powerful, it was too rigid and had little effect on true masters.

In addition, the cost is too high, and even with the power of the state, the production is extremely limited. If it weren't for the Church's wealth and resources, other forces would not have been able to obtain so many units. Therefore, the large-scale use of such a high-end battlefield today is unprecedented.

This little trick might not have worked on a different target, but fortunately, Zhu Mingyao deliberately feigned weakness from the beginning of the battle, and based on his knowledge from his previous life, he targeted the enemy's blind spot, which led to such an excellent effect:

—Whether in movies, games, or TV series, the personal experiences of Alessa, the holder of the Stigmata, are exceptionally simple.

Before her fall, she was just a primary school student at a church school in the mining area. Her whole family were devout members of the religious order, busy with worship and chanting scriptures all day long, so naturally they would not teach her any knowledge of modern weaponry. For decades after her fall, she was trapped in Silent Hill and never stepped out of it. She never even went to a big city like Tieling in her life.

In other words, aside from her immense power, she was just a country bumpkin from a small town. How could she possibly know that there was such a cult-like tactic as a remote-controlled bomb detonation array? She immediately suffered a great loss.

While you are sick, I will kill you!

However, Zhu Mingyao also knew that for a peerless master who was close to the [Crown Rank], such a dirty trick could at most be considered a nuisance, far from being a fatal blow. Before the aftershocks had even subsided, he swiftly drew his hands, and golden and blue streams of light burst forth.

The burly, armored demon general shouldered his weapon, a divine axe forged from the scales of the feathered serpent god, crackling with blue and green lightning. He cleaved through the dust and smoke with the axe, slashing towards the petite figure that had been revealed.

A thunderous roar echoed through the air as masculine corpse energy intertwined with feminine lightning, instantly tearing the surrounding space to shreds, determined to slay the enemy and take their lives.

After several relentless and costly refinements and evolutions, the Flying Yaksha is now a true killing machine, capable of defeating even a fully armed mechanized force!

However, in this clash of titans, it was merely a young tiger that had strayed into the dragon's domain.

The deep, dark feathers swirled and easily pierced through the colorful bronze armor blessed by the divine talisman. The indestructible demonic body was riddled with holes, and dozens of thin black lines instantly appeared behind it, with golden-red evil energy seeping out like blood.

If it weren't an undead creature, any human would be giving their last words by now.

Zhu Mingyao remained calm despite the fact that his powerful protector had suffered a severe injury in just one exchange, as this was entirely expected.

Under the dazzling battle lights, a silver star suddenly swelled, transforming into a net of incomparably sharp and unbreakable sword energy that engulfed the small body.

"Zha!"

The silvery-white Gengjin True Qi instantly became ten times more concentrated, like a shimmering wave. Zhu Mingyao actually used the weapon-destroying secret technique without any mercy, blasting the cold iron sword pellet that he had carried with him for a long time!

Despite making such a sacrifice, it only lasted a moment longer. In just a few breaths, the sword energy waves quickly turned black and dissipated, revealing the girl's resentful face.

However, this little bit of time gained was finally enough.

A simple wooden cross in Sister Irene's hand slowly turned to ashes, and a faint but long ray of light shone into the sky.

The sky was like a chaotic curtain, violently undulating and wrinkling, then as if it had been roughly torn open by a pair of invisible hands.

A magnificent, imposing, indescribable golden-white sphere descended rapidly, majestic and righteous, holy and lofty, as if the sun had descended to earth!

And if one's eyesight is sharp enough, one can even see the outside scene through this forcibly opened spatial tunnel:

The hilltops and valleys were teeming with people, with clergy dressed in their finest attire, holding Bibles and chanting in unison. There were tens of thousands of them!

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The resounding hymns echoed, and the magical fluctuations that swept across mountains and seas dispelled the gloom, transforming the place where they stood into a bright and pure land.

"Is this... all the clergy from the entire Federation mobilized?"

A priestess from a small sect was filled with shock!

She gazed into the distance, and within her field of vision, a long convoy of buses stretched along the winding mountain road; helicopters roared back and forth in the sky, taking off and landing on the cleared temporary helipad.

The sportswear and long coats used for disguise were removed, revealing various shawls and sleeveless robes, as well as faces that were either weathered by time or in the prime of youth.

In a short period of time, groups of bishops, priests, nuns, and even seminary students appeared in this desolate wilderness as if by magic.

Just as a certain major Eastern country has a vast number of vocational college students, while students from 985 and 211 universities are extremely rare, the distribution of personnel in any system will naturally present a pyramid shape.

This principle applies equally to the extraordinary world. Even in the Catholic Church, which has the largest number of members in the world, only a very small number of skilled fighters are capable of engaging in close combat with dark monsters.

But that doesn't mean the remaining weaklings are useless.

As the saying goes, "Many grains of sand make a tower, and many small contributions make a whole garment." Throughout history, many wise and outstanding predecessors have created exquisite rituals such as the Luo Tian Grand Ritual, the Holy Ritual, the Great Sacrifice of the Witch, and the Kabbalah Tree of Life Alchemy Array. These rituals can bring together the power of hundreds of extraordinary individuals who originate from the same source of power, and unleash unimaginable miracles.

However, in classical times, due to the limitations of productivity at the time, it was almost impossible for those large numbers of subordinates to gather together in their lifetime. They possessed the skills to slay dragons, but could only keep them on the shelf, unable to use them in actual combat.

The priests of Milan or Florence may be able to visit the holy city every few months, but if their Norwegian or Swedish counterparts dare to follow suit, they will be stuck on a journey all year round.

Therefore, most of the time, they could only serve as the facade of churches in various places, performing simple rituals such as baptism, blessing, and warding off evil spirits for believers.

However, with the support of modern technology, even though they are far apart, they are still connected by a wide road. The lower-level members who were previously unreliable have now become the key to victory in this high-level competition.

Considering that the enemy may have spies and informants in human society, they only set off after the expedition team entered the alternate dimension, which is only about 12 hours ago.

Transporting thousands of people from across the federal government to this location within such a short timeframe, spanning thousands of kilometers, at the same time is a task that would be virtually impossible for other civilian organizations.

However, the church's abundant human and material resources, combined with the emerging internet for timely communication and coordination, made this feat a reality.

"Holy, holy is the Lord, who was, is, and is to come, the Almighty..."

The bishops, led by Rupert, presided over the devout chanting in the center, surrounded by a simple sermon altar.

On the altar, the jewel-encrusted reliquary gleamed, and the silver baptismal cup and communion plate stood side by side. Amidst the various religious artifacts, wisps of milky-white light were slowly drawn out.

As the radiant sun gradually descended, its light as dazzling as the true sun, spewing forth fierce white-gold flames, containing the immense divine power to cleanse the world of all evil.

Those who witnessed this scene felt a refreshing and pure warmth surge through their bodies, as if they were being gently cleansed from the inside out, and their souls were purified as well.

But to the other side's otherworldly deities, such a scene represents unspeakable terror and threat.

The faith and power accumulated over decades by churches large and small in the Federation, through a grand ritual involving more than 3,500 people, converged into a colossal force that shook the heavens and the earth, enough to temporarily knock a weakened ancient demon god off his throne and even plunge him into a decades-long slumber!

Of course, if they could work together to resist, the price they paid might be much less, but the strong humans present would never give them that chance!

The three clusters of light from advanced teleportation spells lit up simultaneously and then went out at the same time, like a huge emerald-carved space anchor emitting heavy fluctuations, preventing the enemy from regrouping.

A whole host of bizarre puppet spirits rushed out, fearlessly exploding and self-destructing, just to buy a little bit of time.

Countless fragments and remnants of magical metals and psionic gems rained down, and in that instant, the enormous wealth burned was utterly outrageous.

"Don't let your guard down, keep them entangled with all your might!" Fiona poured out her accumulated resources like water, her almond-shaped eyes wide with heartache, leading the witch council in a frenzied barrage of spells, not seeking to harm the enemy, but only to entangle them.

The Demon Lord was already far away, and the woman condensed by the lens had been wandering on the edge of the battlefield. At this moment, most of the pressure was on the King of Ten Thousand Serpents.

Valak could only roar in frustration, transforming himself into a shimmering, illusory giant python, forcefully breaking through the spatial shackles that were quietly binding him, and was about to fly out of the battle circle at top speed. However, a holy angelic image suddenly appeared, its azure wings, surrounded by crystal-clear water, spread out like broad arms, firmly blocking his way.

"Do you want to be buried with us?"

Feeling the seemingly endless resistance of the water, it hissed in a sinister, snake-like tone, revealing its exasperated state.

Unlike the others who retreated far away and only used ranged attacks to keep them occupied, Granny Eileen adopted a persistent and tenacious attitude, seemingly not caring at all about being caught in the crossfire.

"You're the only one who will die!"

The old man's gaze was as firm as iron, with a hint of chilling calmness hidden within.

"With the Holy Mark in hand, I can at least be exempt from more than half of the power of [Heavenly Judgment]..."

She revealed her pearly white teeth, the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth trembling like fine waves; beneath a smile as calm as an icy lake, a fierce will, like volcanic magma, surged forth:

"...Avenging my sisters in the convent is my life's desire. I'm willing to risk my life for it. Do you dare to come with me?"

As soon as she finished speaking resolutely, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed, as if the transition from dusk to midnight had occurred instantly. A deep darkness enveloped her, like a black curtain with life, tightly wrapping her in its center.

Just as a deadly threat was looming, the opponent unexpectedly advanced instead of retreating, launching a fierce and sudden attack. Taken aback, the old man let out a muffled cry and suffered a minor loss.

"Hehe... You think you can kill me with such a trick? You'll be disappointed. Did you think you were the only ones who would leave a backup plan?" Li Xiao's expression suddenly shifted from boiling anger to a mysterious and ethereal one.

At that very moment, the holy sun that was descending overhead suddenly trembled. Then, this incredibly powerful divine spell, which had consumed almost all of the Church's resources in the Federation, flickered and extinguished by a third, like a candle that had been suddenly blown out.

"what happened?"

The dawn of victory was already in our grasp, yet it was followed by ripples, as if echoing the astonishment of the crowd. High above, where the spatial barrier had been breached, azure waves surged, and countless figures praying fervently had somehow transformed into a vast expanse of blue water!

"Just like I said back then... When people live in this world, they will always encounter things that are beyond their control. Even those of us who are considered extraordinary must eventually succumb to the arrangements of fate..."

The Voodoo Queen, whose skin was as deep as ebony, slightly twitched her lips, revealing in a bitter smile the final sigh of an intelligent being upholding its independent will. Then, the light in her eyes dimmed, and her aura changed rapidly.

A long blue and white foam dress flowed, and a phantom image of her stepping on white waves emerged from her body. With every move she made, storms and tempests arose, engulfing the bishops, who were at the heart of the ceremony!

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A fierce storm raged, lightning flashed, and the azure waves surged like a stampede of ten thousand horses, instantly turning the surrounding peaks into a vast swamp.

Amidst the forests surrounded by mountains, a tsunami suddenly erupted on the plains. Such an absurd scene, which should have appeared in an April Fool's joke, actually came to life under the powerful supernatural force.

The raging torrent of muddy water swept relentlessly toward the crowd gathered around the preaching altar. Along its path, the black, iron-hard rocks of the mountains cracked open and crumbled into shattered stones, while the branches and leaves of the sturdy ancient trees snapped and were uprooted.

If even wood and stone are so powerful, how can the delicate human body withstand the might of nature?

At this critical moment, a thin golden line suddenly rose up, drawing straight through the air, instantly splitting the surging waves in two and rushing past both sides of the altar.

The fine lines twist and turn, outlining a dozen gleaming golden swords locked in combat with the waves.

With thousands of participants sharing the burden, the bishops maintained a certain level of self-defense even while keeping the divine magic running, and immediately dispatched most of their members to defend themselves.

However, the other subordinates were not so lucky or powerful. The mere aftershocks scattered them, causing heavy casualties and chaos.

“Mistress Mary, how dare you…!” Patriarch Rupert was furious, but also seven parts surprised.

With his level of understanding, he could naturally tell that the other party was being possessed and manipulated by a divine being.

But why was there no sign of resistance? Didn't she know that daring to do this would be tantamount to cutting herself off from the world, and that the Voodoo Cult would perish along with her?

Those outside the venue couldn't understand it, and the "audience" who witnessed the scene through the spatial passage also found it unbelievable.

The sudden turn of events was completely unexpected.