Chapter 533: Some of You Have Betrayed Me

The one who judges them is not the Jesus who is in Heaven.

From those sins it can be seen that it is another.

That Divine Jesus who awakened from the Wood Carving, with Hope Spark burning in his eyes, yet whose body is wrapped in endless sinful aura.

He took this step back for Yu Lin's sake.

He judged those sinful people.

Then he will no longer act to cleanse the earth.

The flood will not descend, the raging fire will not burn, and the innocent, the kind-hearted can continue to live on this land.

Consider it a chance given to them.

Presumably after this ordeal, they will be obedient for a long time.

But how long into the future they can remain obedient…

We'll discuss that in the future.

Yu Lin is truly going to watch the spectacle next time; he keeps his word.

It's just a pity for Satan.

He had originally been enthusiastically preparing a plan to attack Heaven, mobilizing troops, sharpening swords, but Yu Lin's judgment completely derailed it.

But he only grumbled at Yu Lin a couple of times.

"Yu Lin, damn it, didn't you say you wouldn't do it?"

Satan complained on the phone, his tone lacking real anger, "My army here is already assembled, and you give me this stunt?"

"Next time," Yu Lin said with a smile, "Next time for sure."

"Come over to my place for a meal sometime."

Satan hummed.

"Forget it, who else would call you my friend?"

"That's it, bye."

Next time? He has observed the Human World for so long; he knows humanity.

He knows that as long as humanity remains unchanged, sin will not disappear.

As long as sin exists, he will always have something to do.

Moreover, this time he gathered so many Grand Archbishops and Bishops as "troops", which is not a loss.

He hung up, turned to look at the souls just swallowed by the Hell Gate, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"Welcome to Hell," he said,

"Everyone—enjoy fully."

Meanwhile, Divine Jesus continued to clean up his subordinates.

At this moment.

In front of a Church.

This Church is not in Rome, not in Jerusalem, nor in any pilgrimage site known to the world.

It sits in a desolate valley, where no grass grows, and even birds refuse to pass.

Only a winding stone path leads here, like a thin thread, barely linking the solitary building to the outside.

The Church is small, built of stone, with an indistinct Jesus statue standing before its main gate, silently watching the approach.

But now, it is filled with people.

A black mass spreads from the church entrance all the way to the end of the stone path.

The high-ranking members of the Worship of God Sect scattered worldwide were all summoned back.

No one speaks or whispers; even breathing is deliberately hushed.

They simply stand quietly, waiting.

At the front stands a middle-aged man.

It is Hong Yu.

He is the one personally granted part of the Intelligent Angel Authority by Divine Jesus.

He stands there, his gaze fixed on the statue ahead, unmoving.

Wind blows from the valley depths, raising dust that strikes people's faces.

No one raises a hand to shield.

They are waiting.

Waiting for their Lord to descend.

Time passes second by second.

No one knows how long has passed—perhaps minutes, perhaps hours.

The wind stops.

Then, that statue moves.

The Jesus statue, standing before the church's main gate with its face perpetually blurred, slowly lifts its head.

The crowd cannot see its face.

But they can sense it.

That perception is not through eyes nor ears, but etched directly into the depths of the soul— their Lord is watching them!

At that moment, everyone salutes in unison:

Their movements are uniform.

"Lord."

"We have come."

No answer.

Only silence.

That silence was like an invisible mountain, pressing on everyone's heart.

No one dared to move, no one dared to speak.

Hong Yu maintained his salute, motionless.

But his brow furrowed slightly—the Lord's silence made a sense of foreboding rise in his heart.

The crowd behind him began to feel uneasy.

Some exchanged glances furtively, some swallowed as their Adam's apple bobbed, some broke out in fine sweat on their foreheads.

Those who, in the Human World, summoned wind and rain and controlled countless followers were now like a group of prisoners awaiting judgment, their very breath trembling.

Time seemed to freeze.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.

Then—

A sentence that terrified them to the core fell into everyone's ears.

"Among you, someone has betrayed me."

That voice was calm.

It could even be called gentle.

But to everyone's ears, it sounded like a thunderclap, like icy cold piercing the bone.

The crowd erupted instantly.

"What?!"

"Betrayal?!"

"Who is it?!"

"It's not me, absolutely not me!"

"Lord, how could I possibly betray You!"

Exclamations, defenses, and questions mixed together, like a pot of boiling water.

Some turned deathly pale, some trembled all over, some instinctively stepped back half a pace, some whipped their heads around, scanning those nearby with suspicious eyes.

The scene reminded one of that night over two thousand years ago.

The Last Supper.

Jesus sat at the long table and said to the twelve disciples, "Among you, one will betray me."

The shock, panic, doubt, and self-justification of that moment.............

At this moment, in this desolate valley, it unfolded exactly the same.

But this time, those standing here are not twelve people.

They number in the thousands, even hundreds of thousands.

Hong Yu's brow furrowed even tighter.

He turned sharply, his eyes, enhanced by the Intelligent Angel Authority, sweeping over the crowd like a blade of keen light.

"Silence!"

His voice was low, carrying authority, exploding in everyone's ears.

The crowd fell silent instantly.

All the clamor, as if cut by a blade, vanished completely.

Countless gazes fell upon Hong Yu.

Looking at him.

Waiting for him to speak.

Waiting for him to act.

Hong Yu did not turn back to look at those people.

He turned, stepped forward, and walked step by step toward that statue.

He walked up to the Divine Jesus.

Then he knelt down.

Both knees touched the ground, his spine straight.

He slowly bowed, his forehead lowering deeply to touch the desolate earth.

His voice came from below, low and suppressed, carrying the calm before a volcano erupts:

"Lord."

"Please tell me."

"Him, or them."

"Who is it?"