"The plane has arrived," Lin Xiao said, looking up. He waved to John, "I'm already looking forward to our next meeting."
"..." John opened his mouth, unsure what to say.
It was at this moment that Lin Xiao patted Qi Tian and gestured to the plane above, "Let's go."
In the next second, a full-body armor appeared on both of them, and then they directly flew upwards.
"Do those two really need to take a plane?" John murmured to himself, looking up at a sight only seen in movies.
...
"God loves the world..."
Vatican City.
In this country where hundreds of millions worldwide gather their faith, their Pope, leading eight cardinals, was praying devoutly in the cathedral.
Besides them, countless followers were present, all kneeling on the ground, praying along with the Pope.
"Your Holiness!"
Suddenly, a knight rushed in from outside.
"Thirteen more have gone missing!"
"..."
Instantly, all prayers in the cathedral ceased.
"Missing again..."
"No... this cannot be. Why has the Almighty Lord not come to help us!"
Discussions began to erupt within the cathedral, and panic started to spread throughout. Everything inside the church seemed to descend into chaos.
*Ding.*
Suddenly, a clear sound rang out. As the sound echoed, the panicked voices abruptly stopped. Everyone seemed to experience a purification of the soul, losing their earlier anxiety and becoming serene.
At this point, the old Pope slowly turned around, holding his scepter.
"I have heard the Lord's answer."
This simple sentence brought hope into the eyes of everyone in the cathedral!
The knight who had burst in moments before also looked on with expectation.
So many people had gone missing consecutively these past few days.
From ordinary citizens to priests, bishops, and nuns...
Altogether, over three hundred people.
And to this day, they had been unable to ascertain the cause.
"Satan has descended, and the Lord will appear."
The Pope's voice was like a divine decree, resonating in everyone's hearts.
"God loves the world. The Lord will protect everyone, save the lost, and eradicate demons."
"Amen!"
Everyone quickly made the sign of the cross on their chests in unison, clasping their hands in prayer: "Amen!"
As this voice faded, a beam of holy light seemed to radiate from the very top of the cathedral, bathing everyone in its glow.
Under this holy light, everyone felt as if they were basking in the sun, their souls cleansed, and all fear vanished.
After a long while, once all the followers had left, the Pope waved, instructing all the bishops to make preparations.
When the cathedral was empty except for the old Pope, he finally walked slowly to a side seat and sat down, his hand still tightly gripping the scepter.
He let out a long sigh.
"Lord... when will you come to save us?"
The old Pope looked at the crucifix in his hand, his eyes narrowing.
More and more people were disappearing. If his abilities had not come from his devout prayers, he might have abandoned his faith long ago.