As the laughter penetrated, the hardened glass on many buildings burst layer by layer.

The heads of sixteen countries who had escaped watched the glass of the United Nations building burst and shatter, and the three fighter jets that roared out exploded and crashed as they approached the cracks.

As a result, the aircraft carrier command could only order the remaining six fighter jets to evacuate as soon as possible.

In just a few hours between night and early morning, the military sent by the government to New York had lost too much.

The troops were half lost, with only six of the thirty-five aircraft carrier fighters left.

No American knows what the seven pairs of eyes are.

The laughter is terrifying, like a monster behind the gap mocking the world's struggles. When it comes out and enters the world, it will be the time when the world falls into disaster again.

Perhaps the only one who can save them at this moment is the Holy Lord!

On the other side of the Holy Seepheon, on which he wore his pope ring, the pattern of the Son was on it.

He got up very early today, and through the mysterious secretary he knew that the larger crack had been opened.

Nanxi placed seven candles on the Pope's desk.

Next to each candle is a holy bag.

The candles form a circle, and the tabletop is a pattern of hexagrams and crosses.

Xiu Feien chanted a word softly, like a divine mantra.

The candle flames rose with blue smoke, layer by layer, and continued to surround them without dissipating.

It was like a cloud formed.

Nanxi was surprised to find that a reflection of a city appeared in the smoke.

And there is a huge gap above the city, with seven pairs of scarlet eyes in it.

Bishop Brewster and Bishop Finos in New York looked at the bigger gap and looked at each other with a glance "It's time."

Brewster took out the intact papal handwriting from his arms.
Chapter completed!