Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 117 God's Punishment

"Saint-Tartar!"

"Saint-Tartar!"

Tyrion stood to the side, his face extremely grim, a chilling feeling rising within him.

The title "Saint" is the highest honor.

Throughout the history of the Vatican, only living saints and popes who protect humanity are qualified to be given this title.

The mere Tuttle family dares to usurp the right to use it without permission!

This was the first thought that popped into Tyrion's mind.

What followed was a chilling, bone-deep dread.

The Tuttle family's rebellious behavior is never an isolated case.

There are a total of forty-eight parishes in England, each corresponding to a long-established church noble family.

How many people today truly revere the London Churches Union?

How many people still devoutly believe in Christ on the cross?

After the Crimean War, the Papacy greatly delegated authority to encourage the fighting spirit of the various dioceses.

All powers, including authority over official duties, taxation, education, and the succession of religious sects, were delegated to external authorities.

In just a few decades, the power of local parishes has expanded dramatically, and they have long since carved out their own territories, practically becoming independent.

Oh no, he really underestimated these church nobles who had been able to hold their positions for centuries. No wonder even the Federation headquarters didn't dare to deal with them.

As the crowd bowed their heads and chanted the name of Saint-Tatter in unison, Rothschild felt an unprecedented surge of pleasure and satisfaction.

But after the ultimate revelry, all that remains is boundless emptiness and desolation.

He truly won everything.

But after tearing off that mask, he seemed even more empty.

In the past, even when he used cruel methods to torture and kill young girls, it was to alleviate the malice in his heart. He knew that the malice in his heart was despicable, so he would rather pretend and walk on the edge of taboo. After completing those rituals, he would feel ashamed when facing the cross.

At that time, he still cared about worldly opinions, aristocratic reputation, and church prestige.

He rallied powerful figures, cultivated connections, and feigned righteousness, carefully maintaining his image of being bright and virtuous.

He was genuinely terrified when his crimes were exposed last night and the evidence was presented to Tyrion.

He feared that the glorious image he had cultivated throughout his life would collapse, and that all his power, fame, and status would vanish into thin air.

But in just one night...

He fell from the clouds to hell, then turned the tide and returned to the pinnacle of power.

The world remained unchanged, and people's hearts remained the same, but his fate was completely reversed.

At that moment, Rothschild had a complete epiphany.

All worldly fame, reputation, and doctrines are illusory.

In this world, only absolute power is truth.

Power is everything!

He raised his foot and stomped hard on Anred's face, his gaze turning coldly to Kylelet beside him. "Boring, so boring."

"You mortals are not worthy to be my enemies."

"But I still have to thank you. If you hadn't taught me, I wouldn't have understood that rules are all bullshit!"

"It's ridiculous that I was afraid of so-called public trials back then!" A cruel sense of satisfaction flashed across his face.

He pulled out a sharp dagger and threw it in front of Kellright.

"If I gouge out your eyes, I might have the mercy to spare your son's life."

"Let him die more easily."

"Otherwise, you should know what I'm capable of!"

"Those methods can be used on girls, and they can be used on him too!"

Kyle Wright's gaze flickered as she looked at Anred, who lay dying in a pool of blood.

"Edria, let's unite as one."

"Debts must be repaid, and grudges must be avenged."

"Cellett said calmly, kicking the dagger away and then drawing the Crusader longsword that had been with her for over forty years, fought countless battles, and slain demons and heretics.

A chilling glint.

It points directly to the Rothschilds.

"The Adriatic family has no deserters, no cowards, and no mediocre people who commit suicide."

"Adria has always believed that warriors who charge into battle and die will never kneel and beg for mercy!"

As he spoke, he suddenly swung his longsword forward, but as he expected, the blade got stuck in mid-air and could not advance an inch.

"Ha, quite the tough guy." Rothschild's eyes flashed with malice as he glared fiercely at the old man before him.

"Since that's the case, then I'll treat you to the cruelest tortures used against heretics!"

His eyes lit up, and a repulsive force suddenly expanded, causing the cross-shaped longsword to fly out of his hand, off the platform, and stuck in the ground dozens of meters away.

Calvin Kelley remained calm and fearless, speaking softly, "Let's do it."

"I have spent half my life fighting and have seen countless true heretics and demons."

"But when it comes to the cruelty of the human heart and the wickedness of human nature, even the devil is not as good as you."

"This is the highest praise I can give you."

"You shouldn't stay in Newcastle, but go to Jerusalem, where heresy roams, and see the true darkness."

"Still dare to talk back to me!" Rothschild's face was sinister, his killing intent boiling.

"I'll make you beg me to kill you in a minute!"

Kyle Wright's eyes remained calm, and she only gave a cold laugh in return.

At the very moment of life and death.

Suddenly, a chorus of terrified screams erupted from the audience, mixed with gasps of shock, sweeping across the entire venue.

"Heavenly fire! It's heavenly fire!"

On the high platform, whether it was the powerful Tuttle high command or the decisive Crusaders, they all subconsciously looked up at the vast sky.

At the edge of the sky, a blazing firelight tore through the dark clouds, carrying an earth-shattering momentum, and was falling rapidly!

This scene froze everyone in place, leaving them utterly shocked.

This group of people, though they defy doctrine, despise God, are arrogant and immoral, and wantonly trample on worldly justice.

But as clergy, they were well-versed in the Bible and knew better than anyone else that heavenly fire was God's supreme authority of judgment.

It is the divine fire that destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah in Genesis.

It is the divine power described in the Book of Kings, which annihilates rebellious armies and awes all living beings in the world.

It is the ultimate divine punishment to cleanse the world of sins and eradicate sinners at the time of the end of the world.

In the Anglican doctrine, fire is the ultimate symbol of God's fire and the supreme totem of the Church of England.

For thousands of years, it has only existed in ancient books and myths; no one has ever seen heavenly fire.

Even when humanity suffered a crushing defeat and the demons performed the most blasphemous rituals, heavenly fire never descended.

At that moment, a celestial fire was falling to earth!

The Tatars, who had committed countless acts of rebellion, usurped divine authority, and falsely claimed holy names, simultaneously felt a deep-seated horror rising in their hearts.

An invisible pressure descended from the sky, making everyone's breathing difficult and their minds tremble.

Rothschild forcibly suppressed his deepest fear and apprehension, and roared sharply to stabilize the situation, "What's the panic!"

""

"It's nothing but a heretical trick to bewitch people!"

"Open fire! Stop the fire from the sky!"

"Stop it!!"

The order resounded across the fields, but it brought utter chaos.

Everyone present ultimately belongs to the church system, and the doctrinal beliefs deeply rooted in their hearts cannot be erased. To fire upon the heavenly fire, a symbol of God's judgment, is a grave blasphemy!

But Newcastle was, after all, Tuttle's Newcastle, and some Crusaders and city defenders forcibly suppressed their fears and turned all their cannons around to operate anti-aircraft machine guns.

"Fire!!!"

Ground artillery roared, and bullets rained down.

A formation of fighter jets swooped down from the sky, unleashing a barrage of machine gun fire that instantly filled the entire sky, completely blocking the trajectory of the falling fire.