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The energy of life force and life itself was extracted and used to create a 'weapon' in the pitch-black night sky.

It was a dazzling greatsword, shimmering with flames.

However, the sword is merely an appearance; the thing created by the angels' and demons' abilities is essentially just a 'missile' with the shape of a sword.

This simple weapon was created by infusing the equivalent of 500 years of lifespan from 25 people. It serves no purpose other than a one-time explosion.

However, it's more than enough to fool these people with mystical tricks.

"Abraham rose early in the morning and went to the place where he had stood before the Lord. He looked out over Sodom and Gomorrah and all the land of the plain, and behold, smoke rose from that place like that of a kiln..."

As Sir Godfrey gazed at the flaming sword that appeared in the sky, he involuntarily began to murmur verses from Genesis.

Faced with the pastor's accusations, the angel did not get angry, did not rebuke, and did not defend himself.

His only answer was a flaming sword.

At this moment, the people below began to stir; some pleaded, some cried out, and some were furious.

Before they had even witnessed the flaming sword fall, they were already imagining its consequences. The priest's accusations and his authority had no effect, and these people knelt on the ground under the blazing divine punishment.

The next moment, Giorno made the 'sword' fall.

The sword, forged from flames, cleaved through the night sky with a piercing shriek, plummeting towards the vast plains outside the city. In an instant, the earth seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, followed by a deafening roar, like the roar of an ancient beast erupting from the depths of the earth.

The stone houses in the city shook violently, the stained glass windows rattling as if they would shatter into dust at any moment. People stared in astonishment in the direction of the sound, then a wave of scorching heat mixed with dust rushed towards them, burning their cheeks. Looking up, they saw that clouds had already risen over the plains outside the city.

A pillar of fire shot into the sky, its thick smoke as black as ink, tumbling and rising under the moonlight, just like the smoke from a kiln described in the Bible, obscuring half the sky.

Fear, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly gripped the heart of everyone in Jerusalem.

Those who had been stirring, discussing, and even showing a sliver of approval for the pastor were now utterly speechless. Their expressions froze, first blank, then replaced by utter horror. Some collapsed to their knees, the dull thuds of their knees hitting the stone echoing across the room.

"It's heavenly fire...it's heavenly fire!"

Someone let out a piercing cry, which, like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly ignited panic in everyone.

The sounds of sobbing and wailing spread through the city, and more and more people prostrated themselves on the ground, their foreheads pressed tightly against the cold earth, their bodies trembling violently with fear. They began to recite incoherent verses about repentance and forgiveness, their voices hoarse and desperate.

"Uriel! Uriel has descended!" An aged voice pierced the chaos, filled with a near-hysterical awe. "It is the Judgment Angel who wields fire!"

The name, like a pebble thrown into water, created ripples. People followed suit, calling out the name in trembling voices, regarding Giorno as the gatekeeper from the edge of hell, wielding a flaming sword, a messenger sent by God to judge humanity.

Giorno neither refuted nor admitted this, but simply maintained his ethereal posture in the sky, looking down at them with indifference.

He couldn't help but find it strange, though, because the Catholic Church wouldn't acknowledge Uriel, who appears in the Book of Enoch, as a true angel; in fact, it should only be the Ethiopian Orthodox Church that held this view...

"Lord Uriel! Forgive us! Please forgive us!"

"We are neither residents of Sodom nor sinners of Gomorrah!"

"We are willing to repent! We are willing to cleanse ourselves of our sins! Please give us a chance!"

"Please don't destroy this place! I beg you!"

Cries, pleas, and confessions mingled together, forming a desperate prayer that echoed through the streets of Jerusalem. They no longer looked at Giorno on the high platform, but only prostrated themselves in worship, as if the ground were their only salvation.

Giorno remained silent, and his silence was deafening to them.

Amidst this chaos and fear, some turned their gaze to the priest who had recently been hysterically accusing Giorno. Anger, like tinder ignited by fear, blazed fiercely in their hearts.

"It's him! It's all because of him!" A young man suddenly stood up, pointing at the priest who was slumped on the ground, his voice distorted with anger, "He was the one who spoke rudely and angered Lord Uriel!"

"Yes! It was him! He's the one who brought about the divine punishment!"

"That hypocrite! He's the real sinner!"

"They are not messengers of the Lord, they are the devils, and they are the cause of our sins!"

The pent-up fear instantly transformed into a furious rage against the scapegoat. Like enraged beasts, the people roared and charged at the priest. The priest stared in terror, his mouth agape as if to defend himself, but only managed a hoarse wail.

He was violently pushed to the ground by the angry crowd, his robe was torn to shreds in an instant, revealing his thin and pale body.

Fists and kicks rained down on him, each person driven by the exhilaration of revenge, kicking and stomping mercilessly. At first, there were the priest's mournful cries, but soon the sound weakened and eventually fell silent.

As if driven mad, people kicked and punched, unleashing all their fear and anger on this once high-ranking clergyman in the most primitive and savage way, until his body completely lost the strength to move and he died silently in a blur of flesh and blood.

They once inflicted violence on infidels without hesitation in the name of atonement before priests, and now they inflict violence on priests without hesitation in the name of angels.

Having done all this, the people seemed to have exhausted all their strength, collapsing to the ground once more, continuing to humbly and desperately plead towards the sky, hoping that Lord "Uriel" would hear their repentance and forgive the sins of the city.

The air was thick with dust, fear, and a faint stench of blood, which, along with the thick smoke still billowing over the plains outside the city, enveloped everything.

Divine power is like a prison, divine grace is like the sea.

The Creator, the Lord of Armies, who reigns supreme, wins faith not only through miracles of healing, but also through such ruthless violence.

Giorno knew it was time to speak.

"Your sins are already infinitely close to those of Sodom."

Giorno's icy words made them tremble violently, as if they could already see themselves condemned to eternal damnation.

“But you are still saved. There are still more than ten righteous people in the city. The heavenly fire has not yet fallen, so you will not turn into salt for the time being.”

Amidst the extremes of sorrow and joy, the intense stimulation brought these people a moment of relief, while their adoration for Giorno reached its zenith.

Now, if this angel just says it, they will carry it out without hesitation, even if it means suicide.

“Lord Uriel, how should we atone for our sins to the Lord?”

Godfrey knelt on one knee, speaking with fervor and urgency.

"Your son is the destined paladin, and I have also brought saints from all over the world who have received miracles through faith in the Lord. They will arrive here when the sun rises tomorrow."

Giorno looked down at Godfrey and said softly.

"I will also go with them, with you. Go to Jerusalem, go there, for the Lord will proclaim His will and spread the gospel there!"

“The path to salvation lies within it.”

Having said all he wanted to say, Giorno vanished with a surge of white light. His expression shifted between fervor, fear, and relaxation as the angel disappeared into the dark night sky.

Berrian clutched his wife's crucifix tightly in his hand, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment.

Especially when he was being bombarded with enthusiastic gazes from all directions, he felt completely overwhelmed.

Paladin... are you talking about me?

Chapter 46: 150. Dividing Forces

Saints, saints, holy men

This word sounds very noble, but in reality, it's just so-so.

After all, since the Middle Ages, the standards for canonization in the Roman Catholic Church have been lowered considerably, especially in many other branches of Christianity outside the Roman Catholic Church, where the standards for canonization have been broadened in every aspect.

Here's a joke—the Georgian shoemaker who asked the Pope how many divisions there were was also canonized by the Patriarch of Moscow; strictly speaking, you should call him Saint Joseph.

Even though the title of saint has been overused by the Vatican and become quite worthless, it still depends on the person.

Saints appointed by the Pope and saints appointed by angels are ultimately not on the same level.

Berian, who was chosen by the angel to be the destined paladin, became the center of attention that day.

Even his father treated him with humility and respect. If it weren't for the fact that it was really inappropriate, he would have been eager to volunteer to be his attendant.

But Berlión felt only bewilderment and disorientation at all of this.

Saint? How could I possibly be a saint?

Berlian tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, unable to understand why he had been given such a heavy burden.

He believes he is neither qualified nor capable of doing so.

Does he think he has the ability to slay dragons like St. George?

Looking at the grime on the ceiling, Berrian, unable to sleep, felt a deep sense of unease.

What exactly is his fate?

Did God truly bestow upon him a destiny? And was he capable of bearing such a heavy fate?

Berian was unaware that his mind was in turmoil. He had only intended to go to Jerusalem to repent for his wife and son, but now he had no idea what the future held.

But he knew that the arrival of the angels would bring about earth-shattering changes to the world.

Especially after he personally denied the Crusades and the lies of Urban II.

Even though he wasn't very politically savvy, Berlión seemed to foresee an impending religious war.

Is this a war between increasingly greedy popes and priests and a real angel?

If I absolutely had to choose one to win....

Berlion thought it best to let the latter win.

Countless chaotic thoughts flooded his mind, and then Berian fell into a deep sleep.

......

the next day, early in the morning

Donning a gleaming suit of plate armor and adorned with holy oil and scriptures, Berian greeted the Lord's messenger before the city.

As the first rays of sunlight fell, four figures appeared on the horizon.

They are neither holy nor great, and they lack the radiance of angels.

But each of them does have something extraordinary about them.

A man clad in heavy black armor, carrying a giant sword larger than a coffin and heavier than a stone tablet.

A stunningly beautiful woman, who, despite her heavy makeup, possessed an ethereal and otherworldly aura, and was dressed in revealing clothing.

A boy who looked like a Turk, but had blond hair, dark circles under his eyes, and was silent and tired, was wrapped in an intricate black magic robe and held a staff with a dark light burning at the tip.

And the last one, though he has put away his wings and halo, is undoubtedly the great 'Uriel'.

Although his clothes looked rather strange, completely unlike any style he had ever seen before.

The way this group dressed and looked would normally lead people to suspect they were a combination of wizards and heretics.

But because it was brought by an angel.

That’s okay!

The believers, who had been severely punished by Giorno's Heavenly Fire last night, now only had two words on their minds.

Loyalty! Sincerity!

Bellion stepped forward and knelt humbly on one knee, while Giorno once again displayed his wings and halo. After a chorus of kneeling, he continued in the same authoritative voice as yesterday...

"Sir Berion, your mission is to go to Jerusalem, to bring the Lord's will and mission to the King there, to continue his life, and then to unite their will!"

Berian raised his head, and after a moment of silence, mustered his courage and said...

"Does the Lord mean... that I should become their shepherd?"

"You can interpret it however you like, the important thing is a united Jerusalem," Giorno said calmly.

"The King of the Lambs was not born noble; all the offspring from the Garden of Eden are equal. So there is no need to worry, for the Lord treats them all equally!"

Giorno's words caused another commotion below.

The knights, especially the Knights Hospitaller, were initially horrified, but then their expressions quickly turned to joy.

Does the Lord mean that we should obey Saint Berrian as king?

Yes, that must be it!!!

Although Berian was an illegitimate child, he was a holy knight appointed by the messenger of the Lord, so he must be a blessed and holy king like Constantine I!

Although he knew these religious figures must have misunderstood, Giorno had no intention of explaining anything.

Anyway, it's not a bad thing for them.

The safety of the protagonist, Berion, is of paramount importance, and escorting him safely to Jerusalem is their main mission.

But after that, the task of confronting Saladin can be slowed down a bit, completed quickly, but with thorough preparation.

As for whether it will disrupt the political situation and cause widespread suffering...

Giorno couldn't judge whether the leper king was a wise ruler or not, but he was 100% certain that the protagonist, Berion, was a benevolent and capable monarch.

If he can really rise to power, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

"Lord Uriel, I don't believe I have the ability or the qualifications..."