"Your Grace, a total of five points of Divine Power and thirty thousand points of Wish Force were spent to create this natural disaster!" Alvin's voice sounded in Bai Yang's ear at just the right mont.
"Is the Nexus ready?" Bai Yang asked casually.
The Nexus responded, "All preparations are complete, my master!"
"Excellent. Rember to gather all the Faith, Wish Force, and souls you collect... these will all be your future nourishnt!" Bai Yang said with a smile.
In a sense, the "Nexus" was also a "Wish Force holy artifact" he had created, just that it hadn't been separated yet;
it was still a collective whole.
But its ability to absorb Wish Force and convert it had already taken initial shape. All it needed now was to be "acknowledged."
When it truly appeared before the world for the first ti and was revered by people, that would be the mont Bai Yang's design succeeded!
After that, it would just need the nourishnt and growth of ti to beco a true deity acknowledged by this world.
In a sense, this was also part of Bai Yang's "Ascension to Godhood" plan.
Moreover, the Nexus's abilities could also achieve their ultimate synergy with the Aztec and Maya pantheons!
"What do you call this? Gathering heroes everywhere and then filming an 'Avengers' movie?" Bai Yang shook his head with a smile, standing high in the air, watching the scene below.
He saw the bridge forged by Leon, and he saw this miracle that, like Moses parting the sea, gave people a path to life!
"But a bridge forged by Stigma is not one that everyone can step onto!"
...
With Leon practically "handcrafting" this bridge, now formally spanning between the two buildings, the path to survival for the prison crowd was now open!
They were on the prison roof, but this prison was only three stories tall, clearly incomparable to the six-story office building.
As the magma invaded, the heat waves were enough to make every person feel the sensation of death;
they all wanted to escape!
When they saw Leon creating the bridge and personally stepping onto it, their desire to survive reached its peak!
So people cautiously stepped onto the bridge surface before them, testing it with force to confirm the bridge was stable, then slowly began moving towards the taller office building.
Several people walked over safely, which gave more people confidence!
Life on the prison roof wasn't easy to endure. The terrifying heat radiating from the high-temperature magma made every person sweat profusely.
The building they were on was lower, leading to higher temperatures and more significant danger!
Now they could walk over, cross this bridge composed of white light, and gain a new foothold amidst the endless molten sea!
Many believers, after crossing over, imdiately knelt and prayed to Leon. This kind of performance, resembling a "miracle"—what difference was there from a "god"?
This was a miracle, this was redemption that everyone could see!
But not everyone walked across with a clear conscience, at least not the prison guard who already knew who the person he killed was.
He hesitated, looking at Leon. After realizing the other wasn't watching him, he finally began to move.
The prison guard cautiously followed behind a prisoner. Seeing the other step onto the bridge without any issue, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and stepped onto it as well.
Everyone walked across the bridge one after another, and no crisis occurred.
"Hahaha! Truly foolish believers, hypocritical followers. Sothing like this can't do anything to !" the prison guard thought coldly in his heart. "I'm still alive, and I'll remain alive in the future too!"
It was at this mont, as he reached the midpoint of the bridge, that the unexpected happened!
The prison guard discovered that white flas had appeared on his hands and feet, burning his body!
This filled him with shock and anger. He roared at Leon, "Is this the Lord's knight? Taking revenge on like this?"
"Don't co up! He just wants to kill us! He has no good intentions!"
Around him, many people also saw this scene. They all looked at Leon together, hoping for an explanation from him!
The police, led by Stephen, looked at Leon in surprise. Why was this Chosen One pulling such petty tricks in this situation?
Looking at the white flas on the man's body, Leon was actually amused. "Holy Flas are never ignited casually unless your heart lacks reverence!"
He never expected that this guy who escaped punishnt earlier would still walk right into it.
"Your heart does not revere the Catholic faith, does not respect Jesus, that's why you're being punished by Holy Flas!"
Hearing this, the man beca displeased. "Clearly, you're just taking personal revenge!"
As he spoke, he grabbed the prisoner in front of him, tightening his grip fiercely. "Yes, extinguish the flas, or I'll kill him!"
He seed to view the knight as the kind of mindless do-gooder from novels, threatening Leon in this way.
"Foolish and short-sighted fellow!" Leon shook his head, no longer paying attention to him.
This brutal prison guard had no reverence for the "mystical," only arrogant self-assumptions and a desire to survive!
In his view, the Catholic Church, which used "goodness" and "justice" as its slogans, especially those who truly believed in God, certainly couldn't watch an innocent person die.
But as ti passed, he discovered he couldn't actually tighten his grip on the man's neck. His hands had been burned away at so point!
And those white flas hadn't hard the prisoner at all, who hurriedly walked away.
This was sothing the prison guard completely couldn't accept!
He shouted loudly, he scread frantically, hoping to get others' attention. But then he found his vocal cords had been burned away at so point too...
He was left with only his head and torso;
his limbs had dissolved in the flas. He had beco a "human stump"!
Placed at the edge of the bridge, he cast venomous glances but couldn't elicit any more pity from anyone around him.
He could only be left there, waiting bit by bit for his death to arrive.
Of course, he wasn't the only one on fire;
many others were ignited later.
However, these ignited criminals clearly saw the prison guard's fate. Without hesitation, they jumped off the bridge, choosing to end their lives directly with the scalding magma!
Rather than watching themselves die like the forr, it was better to die cleanly.
At least this way, there wouldn't be too much suffering!
Seeing this, the prison guard beca even more terrified. The light of fear in his eyes seed completely filled, yet still no one paid him any mind.
People stread past him like shuttles. The occasional few who jumped down also viewed him as a clown.
This continued until everyone had reached the office building rooftop, leaving only the prison guard on the bridge.
"Mr. Leon, isn't this a bit too cruel?" Finally, Jeff walked over, sowhat unable to bear it. "How about... we help end his life..."
Leon shook his head. "This was his choice. The flas have already been extinguished. If he's lucky, he might survive, right?"
Jeff thought to himself that surviving in this state wasn't much different from being dead. But considering this was the consequence of his own actions, he stopped caring.
During this ti, everyone saw the magma continue to surge and rise. Those rolling heat waves turned the entire rooftop into a fiery purgatory.
Temperatures of dozens of degrees scorched every person's body, making Stephen finally ask, "Mr. Leon, can we begin now?"
"Of course!" Leon nodded, looking at the roughly ten thousand prisoners.
After the screening by the Stigma Bridge, these people were all devout believers. That was enough!
"The ritual, begin!"
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