"I'm listening."

This might be the most beautiful, most touching thing Vasini has heard in his life.

More melodious than his wife's murmurs in bed, more moving than the first cries of his newborn daughter.

He actually received a response.

After so many years, from disbelief to belief, from belief to unwavering faith, he had considered it a solace for his heart, never truly hoping that one day he would receive a response.

This "I'm listening" was akin to humanity igniting its first flame.

"Oh great Lord, please save your followers from disaster. I shall offer all I have, serving you for life!"

Vasini urgently began to plead.

Meanwhile, Luca looked at him and said, "Any last words?"

"Save them for yourself!"

Then, the next moment, Vasini, who had seemingly resigned to despair and death, suddenly had an indescribably intense brilliance shining in his eyes.

"Amen."

The conclusion of the prayer was like a bugle call for the final charge.

The next instant.

Throat-Cutter Neil roared to life once more.

But this time, it was much quicker than before.

It was as if Vasini suddenly leveled up several notches in strength.

Luca sensed an immense threat; he didn't understand what had happened, but he immediately vanished into the darkness.

The shadows instantly protected him, but…

The black light had already caught up with him.

The shade couldn't stop it, and he raised the earth barrier, theoretically able to withstand two more attacks.

But…

It was useless.

Shattered instantly.

The earth barrier crumbled to dirt, and Throat-Cutter Neil was already upon him.

In danger, he conjured three shadow doppelgangers at once, only for them to be pierced through consecutively, and even the summoned Shadow Soldiers couldn't stop it.

It seemed at this moment, the full potential of Throat-Cutter Neil was finally unleashed.

"You…"

He wanted to say something.

But Throat-Cutter Neil gave him no chance at all.

Vasini watched it all unfold, cold and ecstatic, the vines at his feet cut off the moment Throat-Cutter Neil activated.

He even suspected that the Spellcaster, the True Namer of the Earth, might already be dead.

Because when Throat-Cutter Neil's power was truly unleashed, it could kill from afar.

"God is watching you."

"God is watching you all."

Vasini's eyes were filled with fervor.

God had answered him.

And indeed, blessed him with supreme power.

"Then, I grant you my permission."

This was the reply God gave him.

Then, he felt an incredibly powerful force flowing through him, allowing him to effortlessly control Throat-Cutter Neil.

Moreover, he sensed that not only him, but even his subordinates, those family guards who were being massacred one-sidedly.

At this moment, they also became more courageous.

Their movements became quicker, their strength greater, even their marksmanship improved.

"Quick, they're here, come kill them all!"

Another furious shout, but the newcomers weren't Vasini's men, they were Uttahan's men, wielding Winston typewriters, obviously seized.

Seeing these people lined up with the Winston typewriters ready to volley fire.

Vasini was about to dodge, but suddenly had a natural feeling that if he just raised his hand, those bullets would become ineffective.

So, in the instant those men pulled the triggers, he raised one hand.

The next second.

The bullets, already whistling less than two meters in front of him.

Then, they really stopped, falling one by one onto the ground.

That scene was almost like the ancient Divine Envoys stopping a raging tide with their palms.

The Martinos Clan guards, who had been dodging in panic, were all stunned.

What exactly was happening?

Even Uttahan's men were stunned; perhaps they could dodge bullets, maybe even withstand them, but this ability to stop bullets, what was it?

Could it be that this person has become the legendary… Underworld Saint?

It's said the Underworld Saint can stop bullets.

"What exactly…"

Luca, still fleeing, already showed signs of exhaustion.

His powers were rapidly depleting, whereas Vasini seemed boundless.

"I told you, God is watching you all!"

Vasini shouted once again, then his blade flashed like lightning.

Luca finally couldn't dodge anymore.

The blade pierced through his body, severing an arm directly.

A thick mist of blood sprayed out, engulfing his shadow in the mist, causing it to vanish on the spot.

Throat-Cutter Neil, losing its target, returned to Vasini's side, humming softly, as if relishing the long-awaited taste of blood.

Luca wasn't dead, but definitely seriously injured. Since his appearance, not only had no one seriously injured him, many didn't even see him before they died.

This was an unprecedented victory, Vasini's heart surged with emotion, enthralled by the feeling of controlling power.

This is the power of God?

Praise my Lord!

With Luca's retreat, the remaining people became lambs to the slaughter.

The black light dancing, blood already staining the earth like ink.

Simultaneously, on other battlefields, the Martinos Clan guards, who were being beaten back, suddenly seemed divinely aided, growing stronger.

The situation was also reversed.

Those previously arrogant and cocky Uttahan members were scattered, some firing into the sky, wildly pulling triggers, shouting and releasing their inner delight.

They won!

They really won!

An almost unimaginable outcome.

They had come with the mindset of inevitable death.

And where they couldn't see.

Ethan was leaning against a wall, breathing slightly heavily; he had accidentally exerted himself, nearly draining himself.

The one responding to Vasini was naturally Ethan himself.

Upon arriving in the South District, he once again heard the prayers, clearer and more precise, he could even see the situation on the other side through the ones praying.

After observing for a while, he roughly understood the circumstances. At the critical moment, he lent part of his power to Vasini.

Allowing Vasini to smoothly control that True Name relic.

Subsequently, as Vasini became more devout, Ethan could even sense the Martinos Clan members, so he shared some power with them as well.

The expenditure was indeed significant; without the massive backing of Winston's forces, he might have been entirely drained in an instant.

But Ethan still leaned against the wall, unable to hold back a laugh.

Though exhausted, he finally confirmed one thing…

That is, he truly seemed to have become the source of some authority.

He became a god.

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