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"...I don't plan to go back to this world for a month or two. I plan to travel to other worlds with Semiramis."

After Amakusa Shiro Tokisada explained the reason to Woban, the helplessness and bitterness on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a happy smile.

"Arad is our first stop. When Kelly came to visit me just now, I told her that she would hire the best tour guide for us to visit the famous places of interest in Arad."

Woban listened quietly to Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's story, showing a mocking expression at first, but then he regained his composure and nodded in response.

"That's right! I almost forgot!"

At this moment, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada glanced at Woban's chest from the corner of his eye, and he suddenly realized that he was asking about Woban's injuries, so why did he talk about his own situation?

"This injury is too serious. Who did it? Do we need to call other group members to help?"

"Nothing, just the backlash of power. When I used the choice of fate to go back to before the destruction of the planet, I attracted twenty-one disobedient gods. I could have wiped them out, but I didn't expect they had some powerful little tricks."

Woban said this calmly, as if he was saying that the weather was really nice today, as if it was no big deal, revealing a leisurely and peaceful temperament.

"What? Twenty-one disobedient gods!"

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's breath was choked and his eyes widened in shock.

Twenty-one disobedient gods are equivalent to twenty-one Woban. If Woban’s enhanced treasure is not counted, the total combat power of the chat group will be much inferior.

"How did you attract so many disobedient gods? And you were injured so badly?"

That’s right, what surprised Amakusa Shiro Tokisada was not that Woban fought against twenty-one disobedient gods alone, but that Woban had so many enhanced treasures, but still ended up like this.

"There is nothing much to say. The other party has the ability to seal the Savior Sword. I cannot use the power of the Savior Sword. I cannot defeat the twenty-one disobedient gods, even though they are all my former defeated enemies."

Seeing the hidden meaning behind Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's words, Woban felt a little embarrassed. He tried to remain calm, briefly summarized the situation with vague words, and ended the topic.

Chapter 287: Saving the World

"Your injury..."

Woban was vague in his words and obviously didn't want to talk any further. Amakusa Shiro Tokisada didn't continue to probe and focused his attention on Woban's chest.

Then, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada was surprised to find that Woban's wound did not bleed, but grew flesh and blood.

The internal organs, muscles, bones, and nerves were slowly wriggling from the edge of the wound into the inside. The interconnected human body structure was laid bare in front of Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's eyes, making him feel inexplicably horrified.

"The Hydra Hydra's regenerative ability can completely heal the injuries in just three minutes." Woban looked at his chest and explained.

"Oh... Since everything is fine, I'll go back first and chat in the group." Amakusa Shiro Tokisada nodded. Seeing that Woban didn't seem to be in the mood to chat, after all, there was such a big hole in his chest, he didn't delay any longer. After saying a polite word, he got up and left.

Woban did not try to persuade him to stay, but just responded casually and continued to reflect.

The foundation of the God Slayer is still power and spell power. Weapons, which are external weapons, are too easy to be cracked. The top priority now is to increase the spell power and power as soon as possible, crack Veleslana's Sword of Words, and then fight back to the Infinite Time Temple.

After completing his daily self-examination, Woban logged into the chat group and saw the live broadcast prompt in the lower left corner at first glance.

After clicking on the system prompt, a live broadcast room named [Save the World from Today] popped up, covering the chat interface.

"...Everyone, this is the seventh singularity of the Burning of Humanity, 2600 BC, the land of ancient Mesopotamia. I will lead you to defeat the enemy that destroyed the world and seize the Holy Grail, the source of chaos..."

In the live broadcast room, Gabriel stood in the desolate ruins of an ancient site and gave a serious commentary.

The background was a vast expanse of plains and mountains, the clear blue sky was as clear as jade, with only a few thin white clouds floating slowly in the wind. On the ground, corpses were everywhere within a hundred meters, but they were all alien monsters that looked like lions, but were obviously more than a hundred times stronger than lions.

Gabriel at this time was different from before. Not only did she reveal a white halo and white wings, she also changed into a white robe that matched her angelic temperament, exuding a solemn and holy aura.

Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mashu were standing a few meters away, looking a little strange.

Marquis Vauban [Group Leader]: It’s really strange that even the lazy angel can be so serious.

"Don't interrupt."

Gabriel glared at Woban, then quickly regained her compassionate expression and continued.

"We have defeated the violent monster. Li Erlang is going to look for a nearby human gathering place. Once Li Erlang brings back the results, we can officially set out to save the humans of this era."

Marquis de Vauban [Group Leader]: What's wrong with her? She's having a brain cramp.

Seeing Gabriel's attitude, Woban asked others with harsh words.

Van Helsing: She said before that she wanted to record the process of saving the world and then report it to the heaven as evidence that she was not lazy and was working hard to save the world, so that she could go to the human world to "practice" next year.

Marquis Vauban [Group Leader]: Tsk tsk, that’s exactly Gabriel’s style.

Hirano Kouta: Group leader! You are finally online! Forget about Gabriel, come to me for help! The apocalypse is getting worse, and the zombies are beginning to evolve! Even the nuclear war has begun!

At this time, Hirano Kouta also popped up. Living in the doomsday world, he had been looking forward to Woban's apocalypse, especially this morning. However, it was not until after nine o'clock that Woban finally popped up.

Marquis Vauban [Group Leader]: Really? Then I'll go there.

Woban is not Orochimaru, and he is not very interested in the evolution of zombies, whether it is Resident Evil or Left 4 Dead. Facing his power, it makes no difference.

All he values ​​is the faith of the people from the other world.

After turning off Gabriel's live broadcast, Woban applied to Kouta Hirano and got approval, and came to a highway.

"This is... China?"

Looking at the Chinese road sign next to him, Woban had an idea, and the current situation and past of the earth appeared in his mind.

Asia, Europe, North America, South America, Antarctica, Africa, Oceania, the seven continents of the earth have been devastated, and almost every country has been hit by nuclear bombs, with the number ranging from five to twenty. Among the major powers, except for the United States, which has completely collapsed, the other major powers can barely maintain basic operations. Among them, the land under our feet is the most stable, but there are also dozens of cities that have become empty cities.

"Sure enough, the nuclear bomb is the real doomsday crisis."

Woban could smell the pungent smell of a nuclear bomb explosion, which was disgusting.

A mere biochemical crisis could only cause a short-term doomsday at most, but some people without clear minds made the mistake of dragging others down with them even if it meant their own death, and actually started a nuclear war, which not only led to the destruction of their own country, but also caused the doomsday of other countries to last for a long time.

"Please, group leader, please save the world."

Hirano Kouta, who had lost a lot of weight due to the long journey, bowed to Woban and made a sincere request.

"Well, I'll go now. You can do whatever you want, but it's best not to enter the public world or go to other worlds."

Woban nodded nonchalantly, stepped on the ground, and disappeared from in front of Hirano Kouta.

Hirano Kouta looked up, looking confused. He didn't expect Woban to be so efficient.

In fact, Woban was faster than Hirano Kota had imagined.

Within three minutes, survivors around the world suddenly discovered that the wind was blowing.

The spring wind blows from the east, the summer wind blows from the south, the autumn wind blows from the west, and the winter wind blows from the north.

In just a few minutes, a strong wind swept across the world.

“Daniel said, I have seen a vision in the night, and, behold, the four winds of the sky rose up upon the great sea.”

In the Vatican Palace, the elderly Pope walked to the window tremblingly, opened it, stretched out an arm, felt the wind blowing from different directions, with a gloomy expression, and muttered to himself indifferently.

"Is this a miracle? No, if there really is a god, this should be a punishment from God."

The Pope smiled self-deprecatingly and was about to close the window.

However, at the moment when the window was about to be closed, the Pope's arms paused, his body became stiff, his face trembled, and he stared at the scenery outside the window.

At the same time, everyone on the planet opened their mouths wide, raised their heads, and looked at the things in the distant sky in shock.

Surrounded by endless storms, the golden figure towers into the clouds, shining like the scorching sun, emitting dazzling light all over its body, solemn and noble, like the center of the world, the master of heaven and earth, attracting all people to worship.

Chapter 288: Revelation

The golden figure that penetrated the sky and the earth looked like a son of man, wearing a long robe that reached down to his feet and with a golden belt around his chest.

His head and his hair were white like wool, like snow, and his eyes were like flames of fire.

His feet were like burnished bronze in a furnace, and his voice was like the roar of rushing waters.

In his right hand he held seven stars, and out of his mouth came a sharp two-edged sword. His face was like the sun shining in its glory.

He came in a whirlwind and a storm, and the clouds were the dust under his feet. It seemed as if a voice of praise and hymn sounded in people's hearts.

“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was and who is and who is to come!”

The Pope ran quickly to the door, pushed it open with force, rushed into the wind, and was almost blown down by the strong wind.

"Your Majesty the Pope!"

The Swiss Guards who were guarding outside the door and immersed in the hymns were awakened by the noise of the door opening and hurried forward to support the Pope.

"Quick! Get down on your knees! Pray to our God!"

The Pope struggled to break free from the Swiss Guards and shouted excitedly. His eyes were fixed on the golden figure in the sky, and he fell to the ground to worship God.

“Salvation be to our God, who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb.”

"god?"

The soldiers suddenly realized, yes, if that wasn’t the God in the Bible, then what else could it be?

"Amen! Praise, glory, wisdom, thanksgiving, honor, power and might be to our God forever and ever. Amen!"

The soldiers fell to the ground in panic and sang hymns along with the Pope.

“I said, The world is polluted. The Lamb has opened its seals. I must punish those who live on the earth and avenge the blood of the Lamb.”

The inorganic verdict resounded through the sky and in everyone's ears and hearts.

The shadows of seven Seraphim appeared behind God, and each Seraphim held a trumpet.

"Gabriel, you will blow the first trumpet on the first day of the seven-day judgment."

The shadow of Archangel Gabriel gradually solidified. He held up the trumpet and blew the first trumpet, announcing the arrival of Judgment Day.

“Wuwuwuwuwuwu——!!!”

In an instant, one third of the sky turned red, and blood-stained hail and fireballs fell from the sky like heavy rain, covering one third of the land.

Flowers, trees, cities, fields, everything was smashed and burned, and the fire spread in all directions. Although the attack range was only one-third, the affected area was far more than one-third. After all, as we all know, wind helps the fire.

Tens of thousands of zombies were burned in the sea of ​​fire, and tens of thousands of humans were killed. If it weren't for the biochemical crisis, the casualties would have been even greater.

“You are worthy, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for you created all things, and they exist by your will.”

In the Vatican Palace, Vatican City, and even in the whole of Europe, Catholics devoutly praise their Lord.

However, the power of the Lord was not partial to the piety of the believers. Fire rain and hail hit the Vatican City without mercy, destroying dozens of buildings, including several cathedrals.

"Great and marvelous are your works, O Lord God, the Almighty! Just and true are your ways, O Eternal King!"

Witnessing the destruction in Vatican City, the Pope's eyes were filled with tears, but his faith did not diminish in the slightest. There was sadness in the pain of wind and fire erosion, but no anger or fear.

"Your Holiness, please go to the basement."

The Pope was not afraid, but the Swiss soldiers were. Those who did not want to die like this prayed loudly to God and ran to the air-raid shelters and basements.

"Let me go, this is a revelation from the Lord!"

The Pope struggled to free himself from the soldier's arms and shouted loudly.

"The evil consequences created by mankind will be cleansed by the angels. When the number is met, Gabriel will blow the trumpet of the Last Judgment again. The righteous and the saints will ascend to heaven and be before the throne of God, serving Him day and night in His temple. He who sits on the throne will shelter them with His tent. They will never hunger or thirst again, and the sun and heat will not light on them, because the Lamb in the center of the throne will feed them and lead them to springs of water of life. And God will wipe away all tears from their eyes."

The Pope tried to move forward, wanting to get closer to his God, reciting verses from the Bible enthusiastically, pouring out his faith to God, and putting life and death aside.

"The lost will be raised from their graves to receive retribution, and those who were not saved in every nation and generation will be raised, their number as the sand on the seashore."

The two soldiers looked at each other. Although they were also believers in Catholicism and had recited the Bible, they were far from being as fanatical as the Pope. Even after seeing the power of God, they could not easily accept death.

After all, they could not fathom God’s mind. What if God did not intend to resurrect them?

The same idea appeared in many people's minds. After all, it was a modern society. One million fanatics was considered a lot, and this was not to mention the three different religions that believed in the same god.

In fact, if the Pope had not seen the power of God, he would not have died for God. However, after witnessing the power of God, the Bible he had read in the past became the foundation of his faith, which strengthened his faith ten thousand times.

"Your Holiness, you can't think like that. Besides us, there are many people who don't believe in the Lord. You should take this opportunity to spread the power of the Lord. Aren't you the shepherd of the Lord?" A soldier rolled his eyes and said to the Pope.

The Pope was stunned for a moment, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Yes, you are right. There are still six days left. As long as I can make more people believe in the Lord devoutly within these six days, I can also go to heaven and become an angel."

The Pope clenched his fists, muttered to himself, and his eyes were full of hope.

The two soldiers looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Becoming an angel? Only the Pope would dare to think of this. For people like them who have not done many bad things, and have not done many good things either, being able to be resurrected on the Day of Judgment is the best outcome.

In short, fortunately the Pope did not continue to resist, and the two soldiers were able to protect the Pope and successfully rushed to the basement, escaping the disaster of the first day.

However, although there are many Catholics, there are even more non-believers. There are always people in the world who are not afraid of death or who want to get to the bottom of things. Countless fighter jets are flying towards the figure of God, and some countries are even ready to launch nuclear bombs at any time.