Chapter 56: Look, it's the Holy Light
Chu Chu Chu!
The continuous gunshots and screams outside made Brand alert.

Although the whole of New York was in chaos these days and he had become accustomed to the occasional gunshots, this gunshot was too close and it was from a rifle.

There was some commotion among the believers in the church, and some were curious about what was happening outside.

But before they could take action, a bloody man was thrown in from outside, fell to the ground with a plop, and left a trail of blood.

Naturally, there was no shortage of screams at this scene, not to mention that people saw clearly that it was actually a headless corpse, with its clothes and flesh torn and tattered, as if it had been chewed by something.

The people in the church were filled with fear and subconsciously moved to the back.

Brand held the holy relic tightly in his arms and comforted the believers in a loud voice: "Don't panic, go to the garden one by one. God and the angels will protect us."

The believers' emotions calmed down a little, but the screams coming from the gate were constantly impacting their psychological defenses.

"Brand, what is this?" The bishop ran out after receiving news of the riot, pointed at the corpse, and asked with barely any composure.

"It could be that fake one. Maybe he came here to steal the angel's severed arm." Brand expressed his guess.

At this time, a group of people desperately fled into the church through the main gate.

Brand stood in the middle of the aisle and grabbed one of them.

"What happened outside?"

"Monster! Demon! There is a demon!"

Brand's heart was filled with alarm. He turned around and saw a black shadow appearing at the gate, almost blocking out all the light. It grabbed a passerby and, amid the other's screams, bit off his head as naturally as eating melon seeds, stuffed the body into its mouth and chewed it.

But perhaps because its taste was rather picky, it only chewed it twice before spitting it out. A bloody and mucus-covered body fell less than two meters away from Brand.

"Fallen demon, in the name of the Lord, get back!"

Brand held his broken arm in one hand, raised the cross in the other, and shouted at the devil.

But his action attracted the devil's attention, and it walked into the door and stretched out its claws towards Brand.

"Stubborn!" When Brand took over the angel's broken arm and saw the blurry figure, he felt a faint message telling him that he could borrow strength from God.

He had never tried to use this ability simply because he did not dare to disturb old God at will. But now, he had no way to retreat in order to destroy the demons and protect the Lamb of God!

"Merciful Lord, grant me the power to destroy this fallen demon!"

The cross in Brand's hand glowed.

The demon let out a hoarse scream, and its outstretched hand seemed to have touched some highly corrosive substance, making a sizzling sound and turning into wisps of smoke and moving away from it.

The demon dragged its rotten body out of the church in a desperate manner. Brand pursued it while reciting the Bible, and he almost hit the demon's head with the cross.

Under Brand's simple attack, the other demons having a meal near the gate quickly turned into pools of meat paste amid their wails.

At this time, the bishop carefully poked his head out of the gate, looked at the mess, habitually made the sign of the cross on his chest, and kept muttering: Lord, may these poor people return to your heaven.

After doing all this, he looked at Brand, and his spirits were slightly lifted: "Brand, have you awakened your superpowers?" Brand shook his head. He was very sure that his power was borrowed from God, but by killing demons, he could continuously improve his physical fitness and abilities. This was a gift from the Lord.

"When I was ordered to protect the holy relics of Archangel Michael, it seemed that I was chosen to borrow a bit of God's power to dispel evil."

The bishop opened his mouth wide, feeling bitterness in his heart, but he could not feel much jealousy. After all, this was the choice of God and the angels. Perhaps, they were impressed by Brand's loyalty to his faith. After all, even he himself had once doubted the existence of God.

Science has misled me!
"You two, it's still very dangerous outside. According to the commander-in-chief's order, please accept our protection and go to the safe house." An armored convoy drove over. The leading officer got off the car, looked at the groups of demons in surprise, and after finding the two important people he needed to protect, he hurried forward and said.

"No need. You go and protect others. We can protect ourselves and our brothers and sisters." Brand refused the other party's protection.

The bishop straightened his back and said, "Yes, we have the protection of God's chosen one. The cross is like a flashlight that can kill one demon at a time. Why do we need help from you soldiers whose defenses are always breached by demons?"

If he accepted the help now, he might have to pay it back with interest later in the negotiation. He knew too well the business calculations of the commander-in-chief.

The officer could not persuade them to leave, so he could only report to his superiors and then build a defense line in the church to prevent possible demonic attacks from happening again.

However, due to the chaotic crowd, the support convoy from the other side could not arrive in time, so they could only send a helicopter to the rooftop to provide support as agreed with the Pope's Guard.

But before the helicopter reached the roof of the hotel, it discovered that the roof had already been occupied by several demons. They seemed to be very interested in flying things and threw all kinds of messy obstacles to express their welcome.

"MDMDMD! The propeller is damaged, the propeller is damaged! Otter Three is about to make an emergency landing!"

A helicopter was emitting black smoke and spinning towards the ground. With a teeth-grinding sound of metal breaking, it moved sideways for a distance and then its propeller stopped running.

Not long after, a few survivors crawled out with difficulty and began to rescue the wounded.

Inside the hotel, the Pope, who was attacked from both sides, followed a group of people into the corridor on the nearest floor and fled deep into the corridor in panic.

However, the screams behind him kept reminding him that this was only delaying the time of death.

Bang bang bang!
The bullet hit the monster's skin, and sparks flew.

At the door at the end of the corridor, a guard fired a shot to break the lock, wanting to take the Pope in to continue delaying time, but the monster jumped up and hit him on the head, causing him to fall directly. The severe pain made him scream, but he still picked up the gun and tried to cause some damage to the demon.

Looking at the horrifying scene before him, the Pope fell to the ground in fear. His instinct for survival made him pull his hands back continuously, dragging his limp body as far away from the monster as possible.

The cardinal tried his best to help him up and tried to escape back to the way they came, but he saw several more people running towards them, and behind them, there was a monster.

The monster in front of him easily dealt with the guard struggling on the ground. Without any further ado, he wanted to let the Pope taste the devil's hospitality.

hum!
A long sword made of white light pierced through the door next to the demon and pierced through it directly.

“Crack.”

The demon howled in pain, gradually turning into a pool of black mud as it twisted and vaporized.

bang——

The door was kicked open roughly, and a woman in nun's clothes holding a sword of holy light appeared in front of the survivors.

(End of this chapter)