Chapter 53: Holy Relic
In the clouds, he took out a broken bronze right arm, which was torn off from the original angel statue, not the broken arm that was torn off by the parasite.

Nothing actually worked, but soon enough it did.

The broken arm was marked as a goddess, and because it was a dead object, Bai Shihang directly gave it his own abilities and controlled it remotely.

Using the [Hand of Consciousness] and [Holy Light], the broken arm floated in the air, emitting a soft and holy light.

Bai Shihang slowly controlled it to float out from the gradually dissipating dark clouds, appearing in the sight of those who were interested.

Its appearance is bound to attract countless people's attention, some with enthusiasm, some with admiration, some with fear, and some with greed.

But without exception, they were all intimidated by the angel's residual power and dared not control it without permission. They could only watch as the broken arm descended step by step until it landed in the small garden of St. John's Cathedral.

The church had become a temporary shelter at this time, and many people who came to seek refuge later heard that it was here that the archangel Michael performed miracles, soared into the sky, and fought a decisive battle with the devil.

So even though the devil is gone and the angel is nowhere to be seen, there are still a large number of people praying around the original site of the statue.

The host was naturally Pastor Brand.

As he was leading the chanting, he heard the commotion among the crowd and their inexplicable movements of looking up, so he raised his head as well.

All I saw was an arm. No, it was Michael's severed arm!

Brand understood instantly and looked carefully at the broken arm, which was heading towards the garden.

"Lord Michael!"

"Angels are immortal. This is the holy relic that Lord Michael left in the world."

"God bless."

As Brand looked at him in disbelief, the broken arm slowly stopped in front of him.

It was floating like this, less than fifty centimeters away from him!
"God, is this for me to keep?"

There was no reply, but the light of the broken arm became brighter.

"I swear that I will defend the Transfiguration of Lord Michael with my life. No matter what happens, I will not be separated from it."

Brand swore solemnly and took Michael's broken arm with trembling hands.

After a powerful burst of light and air, all movement retracted into the broken arm and landed steadily on Brand's outstretched hands.

It was also at this time that Bai Shihang marked him.

Brand only felt his heart tremble, and his mind became clear. A great, invisible existence appeared vaguely, but soon disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth began to collapse, magma boiled, tall buildings shattered like toy blocks, and from the thick clouds, a giant devil's hand stretched out.
Brand suddenly woke up from the picture in his mind and gasped for breath.

He firmly believed that the blurry figure he had just seen must be God, but what did the second half of the scene, the devil's giant hand, foreshadow? Was this a revelation from the Lord?
However, time was running out, so he could only suppress everything he had just seen and tried to make a phone call to inform the Archbishop of the broken arm. However, New York's communication network had been cut off, and the satellite phone could not be used due to a satellite failure.

He had no choice but to hold on to his broken arm tightly and seek help from his believers.

Several fanatical believers immediately expressed their willingness to give everything to protect the holy relics of Archangel Michael.

The emotion quickly infected others. Even those who were not fanatics felt a sense of responsibility at this moment, and vowed to fight to the death with the demons that might seize the holy relics.

Michael's severed arm must not fall into the hands of others.

In such a fanatical atmosphere, a nearby platoon was ordered to come to the church and try to negotiate. However, as soon as they opened the door, they saw a group of cannibalistic believers, who were holding various simple objects and warning them aggressively as if they were holding Gatling guns.

"Are you here to steal the holy relics?"

"Maybe they are being manipulated by the devil!"

"Get back!"

"God appointed Pastor Brand, he is God's agent!"

The officers roughly understood from their shouting that the angel's severed arm had indeed fallen into the church, but they didn't know what exactly had happened to make these believers so hostile to them.

After looking at the believers, he rationally stopped the soldiers from raising their guns. This was not a foreign country, and it was no joke for the army to point their guns at their own people.

"OK! OK! Can you all calm down? I am also a believer. I have been to St. John's Church before. I just want to know what happened just now? Where is the pastor? Can the pastor of this church come out and talk to me? He's right here." The officer tried his best to comfort everyone.

Brand walked out of the crowd and people made way for him.

"Officer, I am Pastor Brand. The angel's soul has returned to the Lord's embrace, but before that, he gave me his remaining transubstantiation for safekeeping. I also swear to live up to your trust and protect Sir Michael's relics with my life. If you are willing to help me, please help me get in touch with the Archbishop and the Holy See."

Several fanatics also came closer and stared at the soldiers opposite with vigilance.

The officer opened his mouth and said, "Damn it, is this something that a small lieutenant like me can decide?" Helplessly, he could only ask Brand to wait for a moment, as he needed to report to his superiors.

Soon, his superior's superior will also have to report to his superior.

The news was passed all the way to Glenn, who had not yet stepped down as the commander-in-chief. As for the commander-in-chief, he was still busy dealing with reporters at the press conference.

Glenn couldn't make any decision on this, he just gathered several well-equipped troops nearby, took control of St. John's Cathedral in the name of protection, and arranged for people to deliver supplies and find out what was happening inside.

"Therefore, I hereby put the 'fake' and Ito Makoto on the red wanted list, and warn all countries not to try to shelter such anti-human criminals who collude with the devil."

Watching the news and looking out the window at the shabby Central Park and the ruins of the city, Jennifer finally accepted that in the few short hours since she was knocked unconscious, the world had undergone a series of earth-shaking changes.

New York was almost landed by the devil; the angel Michael appeared; the Statue of Liberty was gone. Oh my God, God, have you abandoned us?
"Do you want to go home and visit?" Bai Shihang asked curiously.

"Oh, no, I'd be disappointed to know they're not dead yet." Jennifer joked.

"Okay, but it seems that my trip to New York has to end early." Bai Shihang looked at the miserable scene outside with regret on his face, and it was hard to tell that this situation was caused by him.

Jennifer knew that the main point of the drama was coming. Would she live the rest of her life in comfort or rely on her own efforts to enter the middle class? She could make the choice with her eyes closed?! World wars, demons and angels were not as important as this.

Although she had already received the 100,000 yuan before, she still spoke up because she was extremely insecure.

"Oh, dear, in these few days, my whole body and mind have been filled with you, and I am hopeless. Well, does your promise to me still count?"

Facing Bai Shihang's teasing eyes, Jennifer knew that her acting skills had long been seen through, so she might as well be honest and maybe she could get more.

Don't say that she has no dignity, but she has seen too much, even seen girls who are prettier than her, because of a wrong choice, resulting in her only hearing about related topics from her disgusting brother.

One hundred thousand might be a lot, but in her eyes it is not as good as a stable and reliable job.

She really wanted to escape from this class. She didn't want to get addicted to drugs by accident one day and then have to kneel down like a ** and beg for alms from others.

Unfortunately, in the face of her touching and pleading eyes that seemed to be able to melt steel, Bai Shihang slowly shook his head.

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