I, The Dragon Overlord

The figure leisurely walking through the air attracted the attention of countless people. The various reporters bearing cameras were momentarily stunned. Then, they excitedly turned their camera lenses to the old man in the sky and clicked the shutters like mad.

No one expected that, in this crowded airport, welcoming the earthly angel from the Vatican, the old immortal who had previously displayed his power in Tokyo and summoned the shadow of the Torch Dragon and had even performed the Fengshan ceremony on Mt.Tai to welcome the Supreme God Taiyi.

After the initial shock, the high-level officials in the Chinese government were overwhelmed with joy.

Honestly, despite China's current strength, facing the angelic nun from the Vatican still made them uneasy. Just look at how even the invincible United States had been embarrassed by supernatural beings. Compared to the U.S., which focused on economic development, there was still a gap between China and the U.S. When confronted by an angelic being resembling Superman, the country's leaders naturally felt concern and fear as mere mortals.

However, things were different now. This elderly immortal, who should have been residing quietly in Huangshan, unexpectedly came to the capital. Even though the Chinese government couldn't command him, and could only treat him with respect, this old man had lived for over five hundred years and was a forefather of the country's civilization. It was unlikely he would allow these descendants to be bullied by external forces.

Thinking this, the high-level officials who welcomed the other party straightened their backs. They no longer acted cautiously and quickly realized the advantage of having a powerful figure as support.

The Pope from the Vatican and Sister Mirda were also somewhat dumbfounded. Although Sister Mirda expected to meet this old man when she came here, she didn't anticipate seeing him right after disembarking the plane.

While the Vatican Pope and the nun were still in a daze, the old man had already descended step by step from the sky, setting foot on the ground.

This elderly man was dressed in traditional Chinese clothing, with silver hair and a youthful appearance. Despite his age, his face showed no signs of wrinkles. Instead, his skin was fair like that of a baby. He squinted his eyes and looked at Sister Mirda. Amid the strange expressions of the crowd, he spoke directly in English, "I know why you came here, but this is not your Christian territory. Your heaven is not here."

"As an angel personally bestowed with divine power, you are incredibly fortunate. However, I am also your senior. Let me advise you, do not get too involved in the secular world. Mortals belong to mortals, and gods belong to gods. This distinction must be clear."

His words were both advice and a threat. At the same time, an overwhelming aura erupted from the old man's seemingly slender body. The glass of the Pope's dedicated plane instantly shattered. Then, to the shock of everyone present, this large Boeing aircraft, under the old man's aura, began to twist and warp like dough, turning into a spherical mass of scrap metal in the blink of an eye!

"Terrifying!"

"He didn't even make a move and turned the plane into a ball with a single glance!"

"Lately, I've seen various gods, and I started to have the illusion that this old Chinese immortal isn't that powerful. Compared to gods, he's almost the same as them!"

"Is this a warning to Christianity?"

"Earlier, this immortal said that conflict between gods is a cultural struggle. Now it seems to be true."

“......”

Due to the live broadcast of the Vatican Pope's arrival, this scene was broadcasted, and people watching the news on their TVs and computers were discussing it fervently. Some were even provocatively calling for a fight between this immortal and the Vatican's angel.

However, those high-ranking officials and journalists at the scene were lamenting. This was the chaos caused when supernatural beings fought, and mortals were the ones who suffered. Fortunately, this old man directed his aura at Sister Mirda. If it had been directed at them, their bodies might have exploded into pulp instantly.

Thinking about Sister Mirda, the crowd's gaze shifted to the twisted metal ball that was once on the plane. Sister Mirda looked pale, involuntarily taking two steps back. Even her throat emitted a painful groan, indicating that the old man's aura was discomforting to her.

This scene conveyed to everyone that, as an elder, this immortal was indeed more powerful than Sister Mirda and could push her back with his aura alone.

That said, this seemed natural. The nun was ultimately bestowed with divine power directly from Christ, while the old man's strength undoubtedly came from years of asceticism. The efforts they put in were entirely different, and there was a huge gap in their combat experience and the use of their powers. It was normal for the nun to be unable to match the old man.

Even the airplane turned into scrap metal under the old man's imposing aura and gaze. However, the nun, who faced all of this, only stepped back a few steps. It was evident that her power surpassed that of countless ordinary people.

Since becoming a mid-tier god, Louie had found it quite simple to manipulate multiple avatars with a single-minded focus. In this world, all supernatural powers, whether from good or bad forces, or even this old man, were essentially his avatars. However, now at this stage, there were individuals beyond his control.

For instance, the nun, Mirda, and those wizards who had learned some magical tricks.

Leaving aside those wizards for now because wizards at that level posed little danger, whether in the world of Saint Soliel or on Earth. But Mirda, who had been directly bestowed with power by Louie, was an uncontrollable figure.

The human heart was complex, and no one knew what Mirda would choose to do. The events unfolding were no longer part of Louie's designed script. They had become an improvisational play where everyone acted on impulse.

However, even if all these were outside of his plans, all of this was still under Louie's control. If Mirda's actions in certain options do not align with his interests, Louie is prepared to retract her power. A simple statement like "Her actions don't conform to the doctrine" would suffice. This could be an opportunity to make people aware of the irreversibility of God.

God can grant you miraculous power, but He can also retract it at any time, instilling even greater awe of God in humanity.

Louie was looking forward to Mirda's response. This nun, chosen by Louie for her devout faith, adheres to the teachings of Christianity, advocating goodness. Louie, in the guise of an old immortal, had not insulted her belief in God. In response to the old man's excessive dominance and intimidation, the nun was not angry. Instead, she calmly and peacefully says, "Thank you for your guidance. It taught me a lesson."

"The power bestowed upon me by God is not meant for engaging in conflicts but for saving humanity. To let the glory of the Lord shine into more hearts, dispel darkness and haze, and prevent the demons of hell from prevailing on Earth."

"I will not use this power for personal quarrels, nor will I influence secular power. Divine matters belong to the divine, and the norms of humans belong to humans. I am here to shepherd the flock for the Lord."

"For those who believe in the Lord, you and your family will be saved. Amen!"

The nun devoutly makes the sign of the cross on her chest. Everyone, upon hearing her gentle and soothing voice, is moved, feeling a moment of being touched.

"You have a good understanding of what needs to be done. It's no surprise that you have earned the favor of the divine. You are truly drawing near to your Lord."

No one expected this old man to praise Mirda. The tense atmosphere immediately dissipated as soon as the old man finished speaking.

Just at this moment, however, a Southeast Asian voice Asian in English, "Tan Yue, you are still so impetuous in your actions."