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He questioned her sternly, but his gaze was fixed on the cups and dishes on the crystal stand, the cheap and simple wooden objects reflecting a fanatical devotion in his eyes.

The loud voice echoed, carrying an unquestionable authority.

However, all that responded to him was a burst of laughter, as if they had suddenly regained their youth and their long-cherished wish had been fulfilled, resulting in an excessively frenzied state of mind. They turned a deaf ear to the rebukes and continued to vent their anger recklessly.

Only a few of the highest-ranking leaders retained a sliver of sobriety, and they stood up drunkenly, chuckling softly:

"Judging from your attire, you should be servants of the Holy See? We remember that the Federation is not under the jurisdiction of the Holy City!"

On this land…we define the scope of the law!

Perhaps it was the gathering of hundreds of people that gave those present a false sense of security, so much so that they were less afraid of the extraordinary individuals they usually treated with caution, and even dared to retort.

"Please leave immediately, or we will issue a formal foreign protest..." A tall, thin man swayed and waved his phone impatiently. He was a frequent face in official news footage, and his expression was full of impatience.

"Hmph!" Standing far to the side, Zhou Taishan crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes into slits.

"A bunch of hypocritical scumbags, I really want to chop them all up."

"Brother Zhou, please calm down. It's not the right time yet. The speed of spiritual resurgence is changing rapidly. These reckless people can't see the general trend. They will be dealt with sooner or later."

Henry Lai stroked his mustache and soothed the situation gently. He also disapproved of the dirty work in front of him, but there were too many people and too complicated backgrounds. With just a quick glance, he saw more than a dozen government officials. He couldn't just start a massacre on the spot.

Zhou Taishan naturally understood this principle, but he simply frowned slightly.

His mastery of Guan Yu's supernatural powers was dignified and upright, and he detested the evil and deceitful in people's hearts.

The intense, distorted atmosphere of emotions and desires here was so intense that it was almost unheard of in his life, causing his mind to waver slightly and a strange feeling to rise in his heart.

"Go away!"

After patiently arguing for a few moments, seeing that the other party still didn't know what was good for him, Clement's face flashed with anger. Too lazy to argue with him anymore, he casually flicked his hand, sending a beam of holy light aside, and strode onto the stage, quickly reaching out to grab the wooden cup.

From beginning to end, his purpose was very clear: everything except the relics of the Most High God was vain.

Several Protestant representatives hesitated for a long time, but finally sighed and gave up their plan to compete for it.

Seeing his competitor's utter dejection, Clement's lips curled into a proud smile. He touched the rough texture of the wood and bowed his head in reverence and piety. Just as he was about to speak with smug satisfaction, his excited expression suddenly changed.

A loud, eerie scream suddenly rang out. A gray-yellow afterimage tumbled through the air, tracing a high arc. The coveted relic, finally obtained, was hurled away with all its might, as if it were a burning ember.

What's in here?

Clement clutched his wrist in excruciating pain as festering blisters spread rapidly down his arm, their ominous, dark red streaks resembling vines on a grave—a horrifying sight.

He was filled with shock and anger, his gaze falling on the rolling cup in the distance. The viscous liquid spilled out, staining the floor crimson like blood, and emitting a strange, fishy smell.

Beneath the surging life force lies a terrifying evil power as deep as an abyss!

"This is not the Holy Grail!"

"You rude charlatan, how dare you lay a hand on me..." Just then, the man who had been knocked to the ground struggled to his feet and heard his shouts. His face immediately went blank, and then he cast a suspicious glance in a certain direction.

"Mr. Frank? He can't be telling the truth, can he?"

Even with opposing stances, the Church's reputation remains invaluable, especially on crucial issues involving its own sacred objects; there is absolutely no need for it to lie.

"Why be so petty? In short, what you want is to prolong your life and restore your youth, and I have done just that perfectly."

Frank made a quiet entrance with soft steps and a polite smile on his face.

Those who can stand here may have a moral bottom line that is even lower than the most disgusting street gangsters, but their intelligence is obviously much higher than the latter, which immediately made me feel horrified.

"You dare to mock... no, no, what did you give us to drink?" The man was about to fly into a rage when his body suddenly convulsed, and he fell into a messy heap, shouting in disbelief.

“Sorry, it does seem to have a slight flaw…” Ignoring his harsh questioning, Frank’s lips began to twitch palely, the curve becoming increasingly exaggerated. His skin then split open, first revealing pale yellow fat, then bright red muscle fibers. At the same time, an extremely evil and powerful force suddenly rose up.

"Vampire? Undead? Demon?"

A suffocating sense of crisis suddenly gripped his heart. Before he could discern the exact nature of the power, Clement, who was closest, disregarded his hand injury. A flash of shimmering silver light appeared before him, and a divine radiance slashed down, only to be instantly swallowed by boundless darkness.

"what--!"

"what happened!"

As if a switch had been flipped, wails and screams of panic rose and fell.

The low, sarcastic laughter was like a chilling wind from hell, its origin unknown.

"arrogant……"

The man on the ground gurgled in his throat, letting out a scream like a chicken being slaughtered. Just moments before, he had been arrogantly arguing with the church; now, all his pride had vanished, his bones rapidly atrophied, and in the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a hideous dwarf…

"Lust..."

The tycoon, who was savoring his youth with the beauty beneath him, suddenly felt a numbness in his mouth. To his horror, the tongue wriggled and split into three or four pink, sticky fleshy pillars, resembling his own organ that was passionately ravaging him. It even grew wet, fleshy growths, which then burrowed into every orifice of his body...

"Bingeing..."

Having escaped the decaying body that could only consume liquids, the powerful official indulged in heavy drinking. Just as he grabbed another bottle of fine wine, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his palm. A hideous maw, filled with sharp teeth, split open from his hand, frantically tearing at the surrounding flesh...

A towering phantom, nearly a hundred meters tall, filled the underground space. A pair of jet-black wings, seemingly filling the void, fluttered wildly, and beneath its curved horns, two crystalline yellow eyes were filled with intense mockery.

"What a wonderful feast! Let the music continue, let the dancing continue!"

Accompanied by a strange laugh with double meaning, fiery red magma, seemingly real yet illusory, poured down like rain with earth-shattering force, sweeping across the scene with thick, black and yellow sulfurous clouds!

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The change came unexpectedly. Dozens of points of holy radiance and divine lightning had just appeared when they were suppressed by thick black smoke and dust that surged up like a volcanic eruption.

The fires of hell surged and roared, transforming the world into a burning inferno. Lava churned like raging waves, tearing the earth into an endless abyss. From the flames came the wails of countless ghosts and sinful spirits, weaving together a symphony of despair.

However, even in such a terrifying inferno, the guests whose bodies had mutated did not die immediately. They just suffered ten times more intense pain and, dragging their broken bodies, ran blindly and desperately.

People pushed and shoved each other. A thin man was trampled to the ground. As he struggled and screamed, a string of blood suddenly spurted from someone's wound and dripped into his open mouth. His painful groans stopped abruptly, and a deep-seated hunger surged forth.

"boom!"

Twisted human bodies flew away like petals scattered by a celestial maiden. The man, his body rapidly twisting and swelling, his eyes bloodshot, buried his head in his flesh, tearing at his companions' flesh, muttering incoherently:

"It doesn't hurt anymore... It won't hurt after taking it..."

The information spread rapidly like a plague, and soon some "smart people" chose to follow suit. As for whether it was like drinking poison to quench thirst... no one cared!

Clumps of bloody flesh rolled about, and on the dark red, pungent, filthy swamp, piles of white bones bloomed into pale flowers of death, thus beginning a gluttonous feast.

In an instant, there were no longer any complete humanoid figures on the field. Only dozens of fleshy hills, as if they had emerged from a nightmare, swung their tentacles, opened their deformed mouths, and frantically devoured the creatures, never satisfied.

"Not enough... not enough..."

His pale, almost transparent features trembled sickly. Frank had somehow picked up the old wooden cup and held it high above his head, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Vague and incoherent ramblings drifted by, while the mysterious, dark red liquid in the cup boiled rapidly, releasing a strange, fishy aroma that seemed to permeate the heavens and earth, stirring up the most primal negative desires rooted in the hearts of intelligent beings.

"Bloodlust and slaughter... trampling on one's own kind... humiliation and torture..."

The fleshy hills undulated and merged with each other, crawling towards his feet as he chanted.

"Azazel!"

An old man's angry curse exploded, and a torrent of light, hundreds of meters wide, burst out of the gloom, carrying a holy power to annihilate all evil, and crashed towards the instigator.

Everything along the way vaporized instantly without any obstruction, as if it had been violently ripped apart by an invisible hand, and the thick, ink-like demonic clouds and dust suddenly shattered into pieces.

Just as the attack was about to strike, the enormous figure with crystalline yellow eyes roared to the sky. Its ferocious claws, bulging with bone spikes, twisted violently, and a chaotic and inverted evil force descended. The surging, vast stream of light abruptly changed its trajectory and shot upwards.

A holy beam of light pierced through the alloy ceiling. The soil layer, dozens of stories high, was no different from fragile paper before the high-level divine magic. The entire ground was instantly overturned, and a magnificent arc shot straight up to the sky!

"You demon, how dare you show your face here!"

The violent gust of wind knocked off his hood, revealing his flowing white hair. Clement clutched his already blackened arm, his tone a mixture of surprise and joy.

Beside him, nearly a hundred church elites appeared, connected by faint silver light waves, forming a complex geometric shape. Although they were all disheveled, they retained most of their fighting strength.

Where is this place? It's the outskirts of New York! The heart of a superpower and global hegemon!

The headquarters of the Special Investigation Bureau, which commands thousands of extraordinary individuals, is the core parish of the Catholic Church, Protestant Church, and Orthodox Church. It is the place with the highest concentration of extraordinary power in this country and even the entire New World!

Given enough time for the authorities to coordinate, and with the combined strength of countless personnel and powerful secret treasures, even an ancient demon god would perish on the spot. As a fanatical believer who puts faith above all else, how could they possibly give up such a golden opportunity?

"Attack with all your strength!"

He wasn't the only one who thought of this. Blue and white light pierced the air, and before anyone else could react, the angelic figure holding the brass horn conjured a giant azure sword, which Sister Irene controlled to launch a desperate charge.

The sword light was like a dragon, resonating and echoing, as the two colossal creatures collided with a deafening roar.

Holy light and dark magic clashed violently, exploding into a sky full of flames. Light feathers, some black and some white, flew haphazardly, mixed with the increasingly large snowflakes, just like a dazzling firework.

Amidst the clash between good and evil, the shadows were steadily losing ground, while the holy light suddenly surged forward. However, Granny Eileen remained deeply wary.

Gabriel and Azazel.

Seraphim and Fallen Angels.

Although the former's rank is half a level higher, it is ultimately just the legacy of the Holy Mark's incarnation. The latter, although a fragmented incarnation of the original, still has a physical form. Even with the help of a large number of colleagues, it can only barely restrain the latter.

Before it could do anything, the enormous demonic body suddenly became ethereal and flashed away into the distance.

Over there, on the skyline, towering buildings and countless neon lights illuminate the skyline!

"Stop Him!" The pupils of the Protestant elders and pastors suddenly contracted. They disregarded the disparity in strength between themselves and the enemy, transformed into streaks of light, and rushed forward to intercept Him in a desperate attempt to stop Him.

Although they didn't understand why He would walk into their trap, they were very clear that if He were to break into the city, He could definitely take these tens of millions of people with him before He perished!

The enormous figure rapidly solidified and shrank, surrounded by a dim, yellowish magical light resembling the setting sun over wasteland. In an instant, it was only three or four meters tall. Yet, this "petite" body took a single step and swept across a vast expanse of forest and wilderness, reaching a distance of over a thousand meters.

After all, he was a demon lord who once held the title of Prince of Hell. Crossing the void was as easy as taking a stroll. If it weren't for the torrential downpour of divine spells like spatial shackles, his landing point would have been directly in the center of Manhattan!

At the critical moment, a golden thread suddenly appeared in the pitch-black night sky, which then transformed into a lightning-fast, bright golden blade, slashing down with an astonishing momentum that seemed to split the heavens and the earth.

The overwhelming divine power was like a raging fire, as if the surrounding air had been instantly burned away. The powerful force field squeezed and gathered around it, turning everything from ancient trees that were as thick as a person's embrace to hard rocks into dust in an instant.

The power of a single strike can cause even a vacuum to collapse!

Two giant claws engulfed in demonic flames shattered the blade's light. Azazel paused slightly, his raised foot unable to take another step.

The next moment, His suspended body fell straight down, and an extremely strong invisible suction force was generated for no reason, firmly fixing Him to the ground.

The soil, frozen solid in winter, began to churn and float, as if countless dragons and monsters lurked beneath, dragging everything above into the abyss.

Several sparrows, startled by the terrifying battle, had just flown into the area when they plummeted into the ground like bullets and disappeared in an instant.

Even the light, drifting snowflakes were drawn by that irresistible force, and with a whooshing, chilling sound, streaks of white plumes fell from the sky and plunged into the earth, like a volley of arrows.

Upper trigram: Ze (泽), Lower trigram: Kan (坎) – [Ze Shui Kun] (困) – meaning "trapp