Buzz!
The crow plunged into the multicolored lights like a drop of water falling into a pot of boiling oil.
The spiritual power across the street went wild. Below, the ordinary people rolled their eyes and collapsed, knocked out by the surging force. The unlucky ones might even end up in a vegetative state.
The multicolored lights turned into a brilliant white beam that shot into the sky, stopping a thousand meters above the city. In the next instant, the blinding white light began to shift and reshape, tearing through the city's dark night.
In the streets ahead, Herbert and the young Black man were still running. Behind them, the purple specter followed at a leisurely pace, with over a dozen other Evil Spirits and specters trailing closely behind.
“Puff, puff... I can't run anymore,” the young Black man wheezed, slowing down and looking at Herbert in utter despair.
Herbert was also gasping for air. His body had reached its absolute limit long ago; panic and stress drained far more physical energy than normal exertion.
“It looks like there's no hope after all. The army didn't make it, and the supernaturals aren't coming to save us.” Looking at the specters appearing ahead, a trace of fear welled up in Herbert's eyes. No one was truly fearless in the face of death.
“Get lost, you trash! How dare you try to steal my prey!” The purple specter backhanded a nearby specter that was about to pounce, crushing it into dust. The remaining specters and Evil Spirits shrunk back in fear, not daring to step forward.
Thud, thud, thud! As the heavy footsteps drew closer, the young Black man collapsed onto the ground, closing his eyes and gasping for breath. He had completely run out of energy.
Herbert barely managed to stand. A bitter smile appeared on his face. “Elsa, I didn't expect to join you so soon.”
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and spread his arms toward the purple specter. Even if he was going to die, he would die standing.
“Roar!” The footsteps drew nearer, accompanied by the howling of the surrounding specters. They clearly relished watching a slaughter.
“What is that?!” Suddenly, the footsteps halted, and the purple specter's panicked voice rang out.
Even the roars of the surrounding specters instantly ground to a halt.
“Oh, shit! Brother, look at that!” the young Black man cried out in disbelief.
Herbert heard this and quickly opened his eyes.
Light. An endless, brilliant white light shone from behind him. The young Black man lying on the ground was illuminated so intensely by the white light that he looked even paler than Herbert.
Herbert slowly turned toward the source of the light. As the blinding glare hit him, he raised his left hand to shield his eyes, squinting.
Through the gaps of his fingers, he saw a white light hovering high above the city center. Within the light, a colossal crucifix, easily a thousand meters tall, was faintly taking shape.
At this sight, Herbert's pupils contracted. “This is...!!!”
As a fan of the stories of Jesus, he recognized it instantly—it was the crucifix!
Within the white light, Herbert could vaguely make out the face of a long-haired Western man. His hair draped over his shoulders, and he wore a beard. His eyes held a profound sadness as he gazed down at the city overrun by specters.
Looking at the face, the purple specter took a step back in spite of itself. “Damn it! Who is that? There shouldn't be a supernatural of this caliber in this city!”
It wasn't just the purple specter; all the surrounding specters and Evil Spirits showed signs of deep apprehension. A thousand-meter crucifix and a face hundreds of meters wide had suddenly materialized over a city they had just conquered. Even a Tier 3 powerhouse probably couldn't muster such overwhelming pressure. It was simply too terrifying for the monsters.
“God so loved the world.”
In the next instant, the face opened its mouth, and a voice filled with sorrow echoed across the sky. Along with the voice came a massive explosion of white light, sweeping across the entire city.
“Ah!” The moment the white light touched the purple specter, its head instantly exploded.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Every specter touched by the white light blew apart, while the Evil Spirits dissolved into wisps of black smoke as if they were being purified. In just a brief moment, all the specters surrounding Herbert collapsed.
Tears of overwhelming emotion streamed down his face as he watched the scene. Grabbing the young Black man's shoulder, he said in a trembling voice, “It's Jesus! I can't believe Jesus is real! He actually saved us! When the army and the supernaturals abandoned us, the great Jesus came to our rescue!”
Falling to his knees, he pulled a crucifix from his coat pocket and clutched it tightly with both hands. Tears poured from his eyes, and his faith in Jesus instantly surged to its absolute peak. In his moment of greatest fear, despair, and impending death, a figure from legend had actually appeared.
The shock of this moment was beyond words. Even the young Black man beside him stared at the glowing white face in the center of the city with wide eyes.
“Jesus... It's Jesus! I can't believe he actually exists!” The young Black man had also heard the stories of Jesus. He had originally been an atheist, but seeing Jesus manifest a miracle at their darkest hour shook his beliefs to the core.
Kneeling on both knees, his eyes grew red as he cried, “I'm alive! Thank you, Jesus!!”
It wasn't just the two of them. Every survivor in the city stared at the miracle in the center, their faces filled with intense emotion. In their moment of deepest despair, nothing could be more thrilling than a god descending to save them. They fell to their knees one after another, some even clumsily making the sign of the cross.
However, beneath the blinding white light that neither human eyes nor electronic devices could pierce, there were countless crows radiating black mist. Every specter and Evil Spirit slain in the city had actually been killed by these crows.
In the streets, people excitedly filmed the massive crucifix and the face with their phones. “Jesus saved us! Jesus saved us! I swear, I will build a church for Jesus!”
People weren't just recording videos; some were livestreaming. The events unfolded across the internet at lightning speed, instantly topping the trending charts of the Coalition.
With the arrival of darkness, the power struggles among the upper echelon, and the successive massacres of cities by specters, the panic within the Coalition had already reached its peak.
At this moment, when a god who had only existed in stories appeared specifically to save them, everyone was swept up in a wave of joy and excitement.
Atop the city's tallest skyscraper, Jiang Nan looked at her phone, watching the online discussions about Jesus reach a fever pitch. A smile finally broke across her face. The plan they had set in motion months ago starting from Ningcheng was finally beginning to bear fruit.
More importantly, they were doing this for Destiny. As long as they performed well, their future rewards would only grow.
“Boss, the internet is blowing up! Everyone is saying Jesus is the savior, the only one who can rescue them in this dangerous world!” Buck said excitedly, holding his own phone.
This deification process had been arranged by their group from start to finish. The thought of a powerful god being born from their hands filled Buck with a profound sense of accomplishment.
Bai Yuwen and the twin sisters who had joined them later also had looks of excitement in their eyes.
Fang Shui looked at Tang Yongyun with sheer adoration. “This is incredible. The owner of the Scott Syndicate, one of the original supernaturals, orchestrating the creation of a god and controlling global public opinion... Boss is practically a god himself!”
Standing at the very front, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on Tang Yongyun's otherwise cold face.
“Next, we will establish the Church of God, expand its influence, and take the final step toward Jesus's birth.” He looked up at the white light slowly fading from the sky.
Although the story of Jesus had been promoted globally over the past few months, it still lacked the weight of time. However, once the Church of God was established, that wouldn't be an issue.
On the other hand, the Earth Mother born in Ningcheng had been a legend passed down for generations and was deeply rooted in the minds of the people. That was why her birth had been so terrifying.
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