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Resounding hymns echoed in the air—
—The great sun in the sky continuously shed a rain of brilliance carrying dense divine power—it was the power of faith from countless Church believers over two millennia, materialized into a sacred rain.
Droplets of light rain pattered onto the ground.
The beautiful prayers of believers to their God over a thousand years permeated the atmosphere.
"Ugh..." A low groan, tinged with confusion, abruptly sounded.
El-Nahat's pupils contracted slightly. He quickly diverted his gaze from the mummy, looking with utter shock at the middle-aged Executor supporting his body with his arm, slowly sitting up on the ground.
"Are you kidding me? The person the Director just killed also came back to life? Wait... the miracle of Jesus's resurrection!!!"
Suddenly, El-Nahat stiffened all over. He hurriedly lifted his head, looking with terror at the blazing sun in the sky. There, a majestic figure looked at him with those iridescent golden pupils, devoid of any emotion.
In the Nasuverse, Divine Spirits were the creators and rulers of all things, as imagined by humans—terrifying existences whose divine status was forged by the faith offered by countless humans.
It could be said that every Divine Spirit born from faith was equivalent to a miniature Alaya.
Being stared at by the gaze of a Divine Spirit formed from the convergence of faith from countless believers over two millennia—even if it was just a casual glance, the result was scary.
Thump—!
The withered mummy's body fell limply to the ground.
Although still breathing, its chest still rising and falling, the soul named 'El-Nahat' had been completely annihilated by that gaze.
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Haru was currently in an extremely foul mood.
El-Nahat's sneak attack, in his eyes, was like slow motion, an attack he could easily block. And he did indeed act, intending to directly destroy the Shroud of Turin with a hand chop.
However, who knew that the insane Burial Agency had actually made a weapon out of such a sublime holy relic as Jesus's shroud? When his hand chop struck the Shroud of Turin, the resonance of 'rank' began.
The resonance of rank caused Haru's movements to become sluggish for an instant.
Caught off guard, he was wrapped up by the Shroud of Turin, which led to his current extremely foul mood.
Not only the disgusting feeling of being heavily surrounded by the Shroud of Turin, but most importantly, conceptually speaking, this was his own 'shroud'.
This kind of refreshingness—he didn't want to experience it a second time.
Swish—! Swish—! Swish—!
The Shroud of Turin instantly scattered, revealing Haru's unharmed body within.
Once his vision was restored, relying on the sensation of rank, Haru immediately lifted his head, looking at the divine body that had been pulled into the mortal realm from the Counter Force by the resonance of rank.
The invisible Counter Force continuously wrapped around the divine body.
Divine Spirits not being able to descend into the mortal world was an iron rule issued by the Counter Force.
Originally, this divine body would have been destroyed by the Counter Force upon descent. But unfortunately, this was the faith body of a certain 'connected household.'
Therefore, the annihilation action abruptly stopped.
The invisible Counter Force emitted faint fluctuations, transmitting its will, discussing with Haru the plan for handling the divine body.
Either annihilate the divine body and return it to the Counter Force, or leave it to be used without affecting the Earth and humanity.
Haru, receiving the choice information, raised an eyebrow slightly, lifted his right hand, and beckoned lightly.
The sun, the size of a Ferris wheel, instantly shrank to the size of a ping-pong ball and entered Haru's mind.
Did he even need to choose? Decisively leave the divine body for his own use. Only a fool wouldn't take advantage of a freebie.
Thump—! Thump—! Thump—!
"Praise be to my Lord!!!!!!!!!!" X30
Haru lifted his head, looking at the group of male Executors surrounding him, kneeling on the ground and continuously praying.
Sensing those incredibly fervent gazes, more fanatical than the craziest idol fans, his bum immediately tightened.
Suddenly, Haru shifted back a meter out of thin air, avoiding three Executors who wanted to kiss his toes, his face slightly changing color.
His golden pupils instantly flashed with iridescent light. The memory manipulation technique was instantly activated.
The frenzied crowd immediately quieted down.
"..."
Haru lightly patted his chest, looking somewhat terrified at the bewildered Executors before him. The feeling of being stared at by thirty 'gays' simultaneously truly made his heart pound with fear.
Just then, Haru was slightly stunned. His gaze turned teasing. With a flash, he appeared at the staircase entrance on the seventh floor of a certain tall building, looking at the figure struggling to get up.
"Where do you think you're going, Miss Narbareck?"
Narbareck's face immediately stiffened. She subconsciously turned her head, looking towards the source of the voice. Upon seeing Haru's figure, a trace of terror flashed through her crimson eyes.
The next second, Narbareck decisively dragged her still-unhealed body, knelt on one knee, and said humbly, "Praise be to my Lord!!!"
"Oh? Your actions are completely inconsistent with the intelligence I received from the Pope that all members of the Burial Agency have weak faith, Miss Narbareck." Haru lifted his foot and walked in small steps to Narbareck, who was prostrate on the ground.
Narbareck trembled all over.
She lifted her bloodstained fair arm, lightly brushed aside the deep purple hair obstructing her vision, prostrated herself, and without any hesitation, directly kissed Haru's shoe upper.
This time, Haru didn't react as intensely as when the Executors performed the shoe-kissing ritual. After all, the treatment for a rough man and a beauty was extremely different, and Narbareck's appearance completely met the standard of a beauty. This world, ultimately, judged by looks!
Haru raised an eyebrow slightly.
Narbareck's submissive gesture immediately made him understand her intentions.
Haru's face gradually revealed a benevolent smile, as benevolent and kind as a genuine, bona fide charlatan. He slowly extended his hand, stroking Narbareck's smooth hair, and said softly, "Lost lamb, do you wish to return to my embrace?"
"Yes, my Lord!" Narbareck's mouth twitched slightly as she spoke bitterly. Although she was a murderer, she still understood the principle of adapting to circumstances.
Given her current physical condition, the option of escaping was already impossible. The only choice left was submission.
As for counterattacking—the situation where she almost died from one blow earlier was enough to prove the outcome after resistance.
"Well then, let me bestow upon you the proof of a believer." Haru bent down slightly, extended his hand, and cupped Narbareck's face.
Looking at the approaching face, Narbareck's pupils contracted slightly. Recalling Haru's earlier demand for her chastity, her body instantly tensed, her expression turning cold.
But the next instant, as if resigned to her fate, she gave up struggling, slowly unbuttoning her leather coat.
The fishnet underwear beneath the brown leather coat was exposed to Haru's vision. Narbareck indifferently tore off the fishnet, her snow-white skin entering Haru's sight.
'Just consider it being bitten by a dog—' Narbareck thought indifferently.
Subsequently, sharp fangs pierced Narbareck's swan-like slender neck.
"Huh? Actually got bitten? Wait, vampire???"
Narbareck looked completely bewildered.
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