National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Chapter 309 - 308: Now You Have Nothing to Hold Over Me

’Excellent! You have no leverage over me now. What are you going to do? Your time is up. All who blaspheme God deserve to die!’

Guerrero was overjoyed.

He had wanted to strike moments before, but those experts hailed from various empires.

He couldn’t just slaughter them all.

’That Qian Jia is truly despicable,’

’to think she can directly control experts from other empires, making them unknowingly throw their lives away for her.’

But now, a monk from the Great Western Heaven had unexpectedly intervened, directly neutralizing Qian Jia’s bizarre technique.

With nothing holding him back, Guerrero was free to unleash his full power.

"O God, I pray you, save me,

and deliver me from the errors of tongues and ecstatic utterances.

Let me pray in spirit and in truth; let me pray with my spirit and with my understanding.

I pray you, let me rest wholly in Your promise and answer my call to You.

May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in Your sight.

O God, You are my strength, You are the God of my salvation.

Please, hear this prayer of mine..."

This time, Guerrero placed the Cross against his forehead.

Qian Jia’s silver eyes once again transformed into an oceanic vortex, every ripple imbued with an indescribable power.

They spread like silent, unstoppable, invisible tentacles toward the consecrated ground of the Bright Holy See.

The area was shrouded in a cold, bizarre aura, and an ominous feeling permeated the very air.

The members of the Bright Holy See surrounding Guerrero

had been maintaining pious postures, Crosses held lightly to their foreheads,

as if in silent dialogue with the Deities.

However, Qian Jia’s assault followed like a shadow.

In an instant, their expressions turned vacant and hollow. Their souls were ripped away, leaving behind nothing but manipulated husks.

Their movements suddenly froze. The Crosses in their hands were no longer symbols of faith but had become deadly weapons.

These members’ fingers gripped the Crosses tightly, their tips turning white from the strain, as if waging a final struggle against some invisible force.

Ultimately, however, their will gave way. The Crosses were slowly raised, aimed at their own faces, now twisted in shock.

With a series of dull, wet thuds, the Crosses were mercilessly shoved into their mouths, piercing their soft lips and tongues, and puncturing their fragile throats.

Blood gushed out like fountains, staining their robes and filling the air with a terrifying crimson mist.

The eyes of these Bright Holy See members filled with indignation and agony,

their gazes reflecting both the fear of death and the despair of betraying their faith.

But their bodies were bound by invisible Chains, unable to offer any resistance.

The Crosses pushed deeper into their throats, each movement accompanied by a convulsion and an agonized groan.

Finally, some members’ eyes went wide with disbelief as they collapsed to the ground,

the spark of their lives extinguished in that instant,

leaving behind nothing but cold corpses and endlessly flowing blood, a testament to the cruelty and ruthlessness of this catastrophe.

’Qian Jia hadn’t expected that young monk to be able to neutralize her Spiritual Attack.’

’But it didn’t matter. First, I’ll slaughter this group from the Bright Holy See.’

’The remaining Archbishop might be a bit tricky,’

’but with his followers dead, he’ll be all alone and helpless.’

"Most Holy God: teach us to pray.

For unless we pray aright, our prayers will not be heard.

O Holy Spirit, the Comforter, you are the perfect teacher. O Spirit of Truth, guide me into Your truth.

O Spirit of prayer and supplication, plant within me a heart that loves to pray, a soul that communes quietly with You..."

Amid the surrounding chaos and despair, Archbishop Guerrero’s expression was exceptionally serene,

as if he were separated from the mortal world by an invisible barrier.

The Cross was still held lightly to his forehead. He closed his eyes and focused his mind, completely unmoved by the tumult around him.

All around them, the brutal deaths of the Bright Holy See members struck every onlooker’s heart like a raging storm,

yet failed to stir even the slightest ripple within him.

At the same time, the massive, deity-like phantom in the sky,

as if responding to some ancient and mysterious summons, once again began to undergo an earth-shattering transformation.

No longer a blurry, chaotic mass, it gradually coalesced, growing ever clearer and more majestic.

It was a change that spoke of the most ancient power in the universe slowly awakening, inspiring awe and reverence.

Just then, at this critical moment, Archbishop Guerrero’s figure shot into the air,

as if lifted by an invisible force. He crossed the void and merged directly into the massive phantom.

In that instant, all the light between heaven and earth converged on this spot, creating a breathtaking scene.

Qian Jia’s Spiritual Attack, which had been like a sharp blade trying to pierce all obstacles and take Guerrero’s life, now met an impenetrable barrier before this invisible power.

The attacks were neutralized one by one, unable to get anywhere near him.

This power was both mysterious and mighty, and utterly elusive.

As Archbishop Guerrero merged with it, the massive phantom completed its metamorphosis,

transforming into an Angel with a tangible form.

Its form was tall and holy, its entire body radiating a soft yet dazzling light, like a messenger descended from Heaven.

Even more astonishingly, twelve white wings unfolded from its back, each one sparkling and translucent,

as if carved from the purest ice and snow.

They beat gently against the air, stirring a fresh breeze.

A halo floated above the head of this angelic phantom, shimmering gently and releasing an aura of peace and tranquility.

But beneath this tranquility lay an endless majesty and power.

It slowly raised its arm, the movement both elegant and filled with an irresistible power.

The next second, its five fingers seemed to cross the very boundaries of space,

appearing directly around Qian Jia to lock her in place.

The scene was like a miracle, leaving everyone present completely stunned.

Qian Jia’s face instantly turned ashen.

She could feel the terrifying pressure from the angelic phantom, as if the entire world had turned to lay siege to her in that moment.

And she could only face this sudden turn of events helplessly.

"I told you, the end is near for those who blaspheme God.

The Virgin Mary was conceived by the Holy Spirit and gave birth to God in Bethlehem.

He began to preach at the age of thirty, spreading the gospel.

Later, he was accused by the Priest Caiaphas, tried by Governor Pontius Pilate, and crucified on the Cross.

Three days later, he was resurrected and then ascended to Heaven.

God has now sent down His power and will soon grant eternal life to the faithful."

As Guerrero watched,

the angelic phantom’s five fingers began to close. Every one of Qian Jia’s escape routes was sealed. She had nowhere to run!