Troubled New York, United States of America. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Early in the morning, when the sky was still gray, Ansons, the director of the New York General Bureau, was already sitting at his director's desk in a crisp suit.

There weren't many people in the entire New York Police Department, only a few who were on night duty, chatting with each other.

In his office, his out-of-print fountain pen, which he treasured, was spinning rapidly in his hand, and it was clear that his heart was not at peace.

Regarding the matter of clearing the lair of the cultists of the evil gods, he had been talking to the military yesterday, and he had already received the news. To this he is one and a half million in favor.

Since the fall of Christ God and the collapse of those Christian faiths, New York City has been a disaster area for cult beliefs.

Although they have been constantly eliminating these things, it is a pity that they have limited manpower and insufficient strength, and there is no such top master who can make a final decision.

In addition, those pig heads at the top of the United States, out of various considerations, have been sitting back and watching, at most they are only making small fights, and they have not really used the real power of the state, so they have never had the upper hand in the confrontation with their evil god believers who should go to hell.

Even their basic market is still faintly retreating in the constant confrontation. This is simply the greatest shame in the eyes of Director Ansons, who has always been above the top!

But in the early hours of this morning, the military was unusual, directly attacking New York City on multiple fronts, preparing to destroy the lair of those believers in one fell swoop.

Ansons was constantly rejoicing in his heart, but he couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

After all, those believers are not fighting alone, behind them are not only those guys with those nightmare spaces are supporting, but even with the real evil gods looming behind them, this is really the most fatal!

"Looks like the military's operation is over, right?" Ansons flipped out his watch, looked at the time, and muttered to himself as he looked out the window at the soon-to-be-dawn sky.

"Click!" Above the sky, the sun exploded and thundered, and there was a violent thunderclap, and Ansons was so frightened that he dropped the pen to the ground in one fell swoop.

But he didn't have time to bother with the pen anymore, and suddenly he was in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

I saw that above the sky, the sky that was about to appear with light was completely covered by a thick and boundless blood color in an instant!

The color of blood is like a liquid, like an ocean, like the sea, the waves are constant, turbulent, and hanging upside down in the sky above the world!

Vaguely, in the eyes of some transcendental beings with excellent eyes, they can even see that in the sea of blood, countless endless creatures of all kinds of hideous, violent, and strange shapes carry ups and downs in it, and there are even more gods and demons like majestic figures, looking at this world in the sea of blood, full of cruelty and greed!

"Boom!!" One blood-colored thunderbolt after another roared in the sky over New York City.

The thunder shone brightly, flickering and extinguishing, directly on the faces of all the citizens of New York City who were frightened by this apocalyptic scene of gods and demons!

"How is that possible? How can it be! The chief of the New York City Police Department, who can also be said to be majestic in New York City, sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, on the floor of the office!

Under the roar of thunder, the cloudy raindrops continued to fall from the blood-colored sea, to the ground, to the window, and to the pedestrians. Patches of blood, keep appearing!

"God, what the hell have we done wrong, and you are going to punish us like this."

In the endless pouring and dripping rain of blood, not only how many people completely broke down and became completely hysterical, but the real sins of sin, sin, sin, began to emerge!

The phone rings like a ghost roaring in such an environment, ringing wildly!

Ansons stumbled to his feet, and picked up the telephone in front of him in one fell swoop.

"Is it Ansons?" In the microphone, an old but mellow voice came from inside.

"It's me, who are you?" The voice seemed to have a strange magic that could soothe people's hearts, and in the old man's words, Ansons's mood inexplicably calmed down.

"My child, you can call me Francis."

The nobility in the old man's tone that could not be concealed at all immediately made Ansons's heart flutter.

There are tens of millions of old people in this world who can call Francis, but in such a situation, the only one who can call him in such a tone is the one in the Vatican!

"Ansons, you don't need to know anything else. We've been in contact with all the dignitaries in New York, and indeed in the United States, and you're the last one.

My Lord has given me the Apocalypse, and the exotic demons of this time and space, under the call of the believers, are about to descend the kingdom of God to this realm, and New York City will bear the brunt of it, and it will soon become a battlefield for gods and demons. You must do everything in your power to get everyone out, quick! Be sure to be fast!! ”

Between the old man's words, Ansons felt that his hands and feet were cold, and the cold sweat directly soaked his straight suit in just an instant!

Battlefield of Gods and Demons! What a concept! The video footage circulating from the infinite game shows that the power of the gods and demons is not an exaggeration to say that the sky is overturned!

If New York City really became a battlefield of gods and demons, then at least New York City must be history, if nothing else!

"Is that really the case?" Ansons' lips were all dry at this point.

"Child, I won't make such a joke in the name of my master, quick, you have to be fast! Time is really running out! ”

"New York City has a population of tens of millions and countless businesses. It is really the strength of the whole country, and it is impossible to withdraw all together in a short period of time. It's simply not possible! ”

"Alas~ We will find a way to delay the arrival of the evil god kingdom, but we may only be able to hold him back in a short time, time is really running out!" The old pope's sigh faded on the phone, and the faint Ansons actually heard the beautiful chant that tens of millions of people could only have chanted in unison!

The phone hung up, and in an instant it rang again, "Your Excellency, Mayor! At! Be! ,,,I will definitely do my best to evacuate the evacuated citizens. ”

The microphone was put down, Ansons took a deep breath, and let out a loud roar, waking up those who were already scared stupid on duty!

"Look at what, gather everyone at once!! The state gave a death order to immediately begin the evacuation of New York City at all costs! ”

"Yes, sir!!"

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And at this moment, all the Christian churches in New York City, countless Ben bells, orchestras, and windless sounds, all kinds of bright white light above the churches floated out on the top of the churches.

Under the immeasurable brilliance, after calming the hearts of the citizens, it gradually converged into a virtual image of a seraphim as tall as a hundred feet!

The angel held a gorgeous Holy Cross Scale, and with a flick of his six wings, a pure white barrier slowly rose, directly covering the sea of blood slowly, and the earth was instantly cleared!

Above the vast sky, the loud heavenly chants and the roars of the monsters in the sea of blood constantly collided.

The Seraphim and the great being in the sea of blood looked at each other, and the qi of the two of them continued to evolve in the sky, but they never made a move!

Invisibly, it directly won the most precious time for New York City!

"Why are you still stunned! I can rush to the market to evacuate the crowd!! Ansons' voice was hoarse, but now it was majestic!

Looking at the seraphim holding the scales in the sky, Ansons finally understood how the old pope managed to hold back the existence in the sea of blood!

"God willing, America."

"God willing, America!"

"God willing, America!!"

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