Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

The pure white sun hung high in the sea of ​​stars, silent and still, casting only soft light that gently enveloped Kong Jiu's "consciousness".

"Neos, Neos? Strange, isn't that her?"

Kong Jiu's "consciousness" repeatedly examined the light source, a sense of confusion rising in his heart.

This lighthouse-like source of light should have marked the location of his subspace journey in reality.

But no matter how he looked at it, the light resembled the supreme being he knew so well.

Kong Jiu's mind lingered on that pure white radiance, lost in thought.

"Never mind, let's return to the real world first and ensure everyone's safety."

Once he made up his mind, his consciousness began to operate accordingly.

Beneath the dark depths of the subspace, the submarine carrying consciousness, after many perilous journeys, finally slowly approached the base of a lighthouse.

Rise!

Kong Jiu suddenly opened his eyes wide, focusing all his energy into one point, and poured his spiritual power into that wisp of consciousness.

Mina, whose fingers were tightly intertwined with his, could clearly feel her spiritual energy consumption rapidly increasing!

Using that beam of light as bright as day, Kong Jiu's spirit, carrying immense spiritual power, propelled the transit station through the long, pale purple sea of ​​stars.

The survivors surrounding Kong Jiu, including Mina, all sensed that the entire space was being pulled in a certain direction as his ritual progressed!

The starlight was gradually stretched out, and countless twinkling points of light were dragged into thin streaks of light, rapidly passing behind them.

"Oh, this is truly... amazing..."

Mrs. Winchester gazed at the entire subspace rushing backward and couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Before she could finish speaking, a pure white light silently appeared before her.

Inside the dimly lit transfer station, a pale crack quietly appeared before Kong Jiu.

Kong Jiu was panting heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth was involuntarily clenched open due to the pain.

He sensed—the traces of reality!

[Agent of Chaos]!

A surge of azure light welled up in his eyes, and the surging spiritual energy seemed to transform into an invisible giant hand, firmly gripping the edge of that crevice.

The pale crack was torn and expanded little by little until it was wide enough for one person to pass through!

A piercing pain shot through the depths of his mind, causing Kong Jiu's jaw to chatter and nearly making him faint.

But at the same time, the pale-glowing rift slowly stabilized and took shape within this transit station, gradually revealing the outside world—

A menacing church.

"Get out of here quickly!"

Kong Jiu forced himself to sit up, pointed at the white crack, and growled hoarsely.

The fourteen survivors quickly gathered around the rift and rushed out of the dark subspace one by one in an orderly fashion.

Mrs. Winchester stopped in front of the crevice, turned back and gave Kong Jiu a deep look, a complex and indescribable emotion flashing in her eyes.

Then, without hesitation, she plunged into the white light and stepped onto the top of the church.

Mina gently helped Kong Jiu up, their hands, which had been clasped tightly together, exuded a chill.

"Let's go, big boy."

Mina said softly, supporting the throbbing Kong Jiu on her shoulder as they passed through the crevice together.

The towering spire piercing the night sky, the gargoyles crouching in the shadows of the eaves, the dark red and mottled murals on the exterior walls, and the entire menacing and gloomy church stand silently under the night sky, standing before everyone's eyes.

"Is this...a church?" a young child asked, pointing at the terrifying stone beasts, his voice trembling slightly.

"Of course!" The pregnant woman, still shaken, touched her swollen belly, tears of relief welling up in her eyes.

She gazed at the church, her lips trembling with emotion: "Oh, God bless... Thank you, thank you for your mercy on me, for your mercy on your people..."

Among the survivors were many believers, and upon seeing the church appear, a feeling of relief at escaping death welled up in their hearts.

With tears in their eyes, they knelt in the snow and prayed devoutly to the church whose doors were tightly shut.

Mina helped Kong Jiu, who was delirious from the pain, to walk step by step to the group.

"Hey, it was my husband, Kong Jiu, who saved you, not some God!"

Her bright red lips were slightly trembling, and her tone revealed obvious dissatisfaction.

Hearing the sound, the people who were praying turned around and their eyes fell on Kong Jiu, whose face was pale.

His face was deathly pale, as white as a sheet of paper, and he leaned limply on Mina's shoulder, as if he had exhausted all his strength and resources.

Mina's condition was also not optimistic. She had secretly transferred her spiritual power to Kong Jiu earlier, and now she only had about 20% of her spiritual power left in her body. Her face also showed signs of fatigue.

"Yes, it was Confucius who saved us, so why do you worship God?"

It was unclear which child first uttered the innocent question, breaking the silence.

Upon hearing this, all the children gathered around Kong Jiu.

"Mr. Kong, are you asleep?"

"Uncle's eyes were wide open just now, and he was sweating a lot. He must be exhausted."

"He's not dead, is he? I wanted to take him to see Grandpa..."

Children's innocent words rang out beside Kong Jiu, and some even reached out their little hands, wanting to help Mina support him.

This seemingly delicate young lady of bloodline gently shook her head to decline the children's kindness, and helped Kong Jiu slowly squat down.

"Warspace walkers are truly amazing beings. I'm so glad I didn't have to witness such abilities on my deathbed."

Mrs. Winchester was the only one who did not thank God along with the others.

She walked gracefully toward the two people surrounded by children, a faint blue light emanating from her eyelids.

She carried with her an exquisite silver item—a silver revolver with intricate carvings all over its surface. This revolver was gently lifted by her spiritual power and placed into her hand.

"It's a pity that you two are a couple of blood descendants."

Winchester raised the exquisite silver lance, its muzzle steadily aimed at Mina and Kongjiu.

Mina's heart tightened, and her eyes suddenly turned cold.

A burst of blood energy erupted from her body, gently pushing away the children around her, and carefully placing Kong Jiu flat on the snow.

Her hand swiftly reached for the black umbrella, attempting to open it—

boom!

The silver bullet struck her slender finger first, causing a sharp pain, and the black umbrella fell into the snow with a thud.

Personally, I should repay you both properly.

Winchester spoke calmly and pulled the hammer down again.

"But in public, although I have been in seclusion for over a hundred years, I am still the Minister of ICE who has never retired."

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Mina. Winchester's face showed a mocking smile as he watched Mina glare angrily.

"Is this how ICE treats their savior?"

Dark red blood seeped from the wound on Mina's fingertip and dripped onto Kong Jiu's cheek beneath her.

"As I said, this is for official business," Winchester said calmly. "Not aiming at the head is already a way of repaying a debt of gratitude."

"Really? That's quite a unique way to repay a debt of gratitude."

A delicate male voice suddenly came from the church behind Winchester, causing her to turn her head to look.

A middle-aged man wearing a long purple-black robe slowly walked out of the gate.

"Madam, isn't it somewhat disrespectful to our religion to splatter blood in front of the Purple Light Church's sanctuary?"

Farah Jokos loosened his hand, and a surge of spiritual energy erupted, flowing towards the silver spear.

Before Winchester could react, the silver spear twisted and deformed, turning into a lump of silver.

Farah walked forward calmly, step by step.