People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

"Your Excellency, if necessary, please request the Holy Light Anchor Point in Heaven for an infusion of Holy Light." Archbishop Martin Luther frowned and said, "I hear you're not feeling well."

"Hmm...I know...Hmm!"

"Then I will not disturb Her Excellency the Saint's recuperation." Archbishop Martin Luther finished speaking.

beeping.....

The other party has hung up.

Archbishop Martin Luther looked at the black screen and slowly closed his eyes.

After thinking for a moment, he paced back and forth in the cathedral.

"Is there any problem with the saint's data?" asked Archbishop Martin Luther.

"There is no problem, Your Majesty. The fluctuations are perfectly normal." The clergyman replied, "Your Majesty, there are some anomalies now..."

"Speak!" Archbishop Martin Luther said in a deep voice.

"The Holy Light Anchor Point of Heaven is continuously transmitting Holy Light energy, almost without stopping."

"Are the location coordinates correct?"

"It's normal. It's the same coordinates as before. They're all located at Tokyo Women's College in the center of Tokyo. However, with such a large amount of Holy Light energy being transmitted, the Saint's body should have been saturated long ago." The clergyman observed the still motionless curve and said, "It's still in a weakened state."

"Is the injury really that serious?" Archbishop Martin Luther took a deep breath and paced back and forth.

He knew the strength of the Hand of Holy Light, and he had even suffered losses at his hands.

If the Saint was able to kill him, then the current physical weakness is very reasonable.

but.

I always feel like something is wrong.

Archbishop Martin Luther suddenly opened his eyes.

He reached out and grabbed a nun who was wearing only a black nun's robe and a white headscarf.

He pushed her onto the long white dining table.

The buttocks are towering.

Sweep away the fine silverware from the table.

"Your Majesty...ah." The nun let out a scream.

Hearing this familiar voice, Archbishop Martin Luther took a deep breath, retracted the golden scepter, and let go of the nun on the table.

"Is the Holy Light Anchor still transmitting energy?"

"It has stopped, Your Majesty. The signal from the Holy Light Anchor Point in Heaven is very weak... It should be... It should be that the Holy Light Anchor Point in Heaven is beginning to fail." The clergyman whispered.

Even he found it hard to believe. It was the first time in all these years that he saw the holy light of heaven fade away.

"Pay close attention to all movements of Her Excellency the Saint. If the Holy Light Anchor Signal of the Saint's True Soul continues to have no response, report it immediately." Archbishop Martin Luther turned and walked into the depths of the church.

Went through the long stone wall corridor.

Walk through a well-tended garden.

Finally kneeling before a huge statue of Christ.

Close your eyes and pray devoutly.

"Lord, your servant listens to your teachings."

A straight cylindrical holy light descended from the sky and shone in front of the statue of Christ.

A ball of blue flame appeared faintly in the holy light.

It has no fixed shape, but simply emits energy fluctuations.

"The holy light anchor point of heaven has failed. What happened? Why is so much holy light energy needed?" The blue flame made strange sounds.

After entering the mind of Archbishop Martin Luther, it became American English.

"Your Excellency the Arbitrator, something may have happened to the Saint," Archbishop Martin Luther said. "The details are still unclear. I suspect the body is beginning to resist the main consciousness..."

"Impossible! This is the most perfect body ever created in this experiment. With the current civilization here, it's simply impossible to decode the programmed consciousness." Lan Guangyan said, "Unless there's external energy interference, causing a deviation in the data."

"These are just my guesses. We will observe closely and then draw the final conclusion." Archbishop Martin Luther said with his head down.

"Then your purpose in requesting an audience is..."

"Your Excellency the Arbitrator, the situation in Tokyo is somewhat complicated. With the Japanese woman mentioned in the oracle and the Messiah's parasite, our current strength is severely insufficient. If anything were to happen to the body, I beg the Lord to send a Holy Spirit down."

"Is that all? The Messiah is very important. It would be best if we could seize her. If not, then we should completely destroy her. I will report what you said..."

"Praise the Lord, the eternal Lord, the almighty Lord." Archbishop Martin Luther prostrated himself deeply.

In the dormitory of Tokyo Women's University.

Fang Zuo watched [Momonogi Kana] under him hang up the phone, and the reward made her scream again.

Waves of holy light poured through the space.

The woman was sweating profusely and was terrified.

These were intercepted one by one by Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo happily absorbed these waves of holy light, and the Dao patterns of Asura and Acala in his body swallowed these energies.

The holy light of heaven is really obedient.

Fang Zuo ignored the woman's struggle and seemed lost in thought.

Unfortunately, the holy light that was infused through space gradually began to fade, from being pure to mottled, and finally it was no longer transmitted.

Momonogi Kana was unconscious in bed, her white hair began to fade, and her short hair began to grow longer.

The coldness and pain on the little face gradually disappeared.

Turned into a satisfied look.

After Sakura Kurumi finished the multinational government meeting.

He opened the door, walked out of the car, and returned to the police communications vehicle.

"Director, all teachers, students, and nearby residents have left the area. No abnormalities have been detected so far."

"We are the same. The other exits have also passed inspection one by one, and there are no abnormalities."

The three section chiefs reported in unison.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Let's pack up now." Yingkong Kurumi nodded.

"Yes." The three section chiefs responded and went out.

The phone rings.

Sakura Kurumi looked at the incoming call.

Home Minister Hiroshi Kojima called.

"I'm truly sorry to bother you so late at night. What do you think of this matter, Sakura Kurumi?" Interior Minister Hiroshi Kojima said seriously, "Do you have any opinion on the handling of Messiah discussed in the meeting just now?"

"It's alright, Minister of the Interior. I'm still attending to official business." Sakura Kurumi smiled. "As for your opinions... Honestly, it's hard for me to understand. It's not just me. From what I saw in the meeting rooms of various countries just now, no one understands."

Yingkong Kurumi sighed and continued, "To say that they don't understand might not be accurate. The real truth is that no one believes it at all."

"And not believing it is normal. With the current level of science and military power, how could these countries possibly believe in something like a doomsday catastrophe? I'm afraid even Washington, the EU, and Moscow—these three religious governments—don't believe it. And Mr. Kojima Hiroshi, do you believe it?"

Home Minister Hiroshi Kojima hesitated slightly, but finally shook his head with a wry smile.

"So, if even we don't believe it, how can they?" Sakura Kurumi said as she sorted her things in the car. She gestured to the driver to start the car and continued, "From the expressions of those government officials and how the specific measures were discussed in the meeting just now, it's clear that no one believes it at all."

"It's just a perfunctory response to religious demands, just a show for these religious giants to see."

"These government officials would rather believe that World War III is about to begin, or that the world will be destroyed by a nuclear explosion, than believe in the so-called Messiah's coming to destroy the world."

Interior Minister Yu Kojima nodded. "If you look at the expressions of those government officials, you'll see. They almost laughed."

"That's understandable. After all, even if Jesus stood before them, it would only take a round of particle pulses for them to deal with. At worst, it would only take a few missiles loaded with particle stimulators. Even if that still doesn't work, a nuclear bomb would be enough to end it all." Sakura Kurumi sneered.

"As for the so-called Messiah? In their minds, how many anti-land missiles can the Messiah withstand? The so-called nurturer is nothing but alarmist talk."

"Although every country has a history of floods, we can't say that it was caused by the Messiah, the Judge. As for the creatures that the Messiah, the Nurturer, will raise to replace humans, even these religions don't know what they are."

"Can they withstand a few bullets, or even a volley of AK47 fire? Can they build powerful weapons? If not, how can they replace humans?"

"These are the true thoughts of the people from various countries just now. Therefore, all their suggestions just now are nothing more than one. They hope that the relevant departments of the Japanese government will pay attention to it. That's all."

"I believe that after this meeting, they won't even care how we do it because it's too far away."

"Only Protestants, Catholics, and Eastern Orthodox Christians still deeply believe in this kind of thing. They are just trying to cope with these religions."

"I understand. Everything is under your control, Sakura Sora Kurumi." Interior Minister Kojima Yu took off his glasses and rubbed his brow tiredly. "You should have retired long ago at your age. You were woken up by something as trivial as the end of the world. Nothing is more important to me than sleep."

"Good night, Mr. Home Minister." Sakura Kurumi said with a smile.

"You should go to bed early too, Sakura Sora Kurumi. Your dedication to your work is evident to all, but you can't joke with your health," said Interior Minister Hiroyuki Kojima. "Tokyo's long-term peace and stability depends on you."

------

8 am.

There are only a few people working in the Tokyo Supreme Public Prosecutors Office building.

After all, normal working hours are 9 o'clock.

Hojo Sakuna, wearing a gray suit and a white shirt, was flipping through the case files.

She took a sip of her coffee and found it was empty.

This was her fifth cup of coffee all night.

She stretched, stood up, and casually did a few yoga moves.

Under the gray uniform skirt, a pair of plump and beautiful legs are wrapped in flesh-colored stockings.

I looked at the time and found that it was only 8 o'clock, so no one should come to work.

Sit down again and put your beautiful legs on the table.

Close your eyes and take a nap for a while.

Because I was too tired, I ignored the sound of high heels hitting the floor.

suddenly.

A slightly sharp object scraped across the soles of her feet wrapped in flesh-colored stockings.

She suddenly opened her eyes, as if she had been electrocuted, and her legs clamped together.

The center of the sole of her foot is one of her most sensitive areas.

"It's you!!" Hojo Sakura quickly pulled back her legs and put them back under the table.

The little face, slightly flushed, looked up at the person who came.

Sure enough, she was the only one who knew her sensitive areas.

Miura Masami smiled triumphantly, almost out of breath.

She finally stopped, her face flushed, like a young girl in love.

She had her hair tied up, wore earrings, and wore a crimson sweater.

The tight shorts were tightly wrapped around the thighs.

Beneath a stretch of snow-white thigh skin is the wide elastic band of black lace stockings.

Masami Miura sat down on the desk next to Sakuna Hojo, crossing her beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings.

Her feet wiggled up and down as she rocked her black high heels comfortably.

The black stockings are stretched by the white instep, making the color of the stockings change from light to dark.

"How about it? You didn't expect it to be me, did you?" Masami Miura pushed her glasses and looked at Hojo Sakurana with one hand on the table.

A few strands of hair fell down, making her look a little charming.

"Justice Miura Masami, this isn't a courthouse. You've come to the wrong place." Hojo Sakura snorted coldly, "Also, please get off the table. Aren't you afraid someone might see you acting so dissolutely and damage the reputation of your prestigious Miura family?"

"Who would come at this hour?" Miura Masami sneered, crossing her legs again. "Only a workaholic like you would work overtime day and night. You're pulling all-nighters, right? This is already your fourth all-nighter this month."

"How do you know?" Hojo Sakura straightened her brows under her white shirt and frowned, "Are you asking about me?"