Jutianshu and the others' expressions changed drastically. With their capabilities, they could naturally see that the scene on the screen was not a fabricated illusion.

In the image, a scarlet ring with a diameter of over two thousand meters, flashing with dense magical runes, slowly emerged above London.

Hohenheim knew that this was one of the Clock Tower Organization's trump cards, a city-level magic array called [Annwyn's Protection].

Annwyn (Celtic for Annwn) refers to the land of the fairies, a realm of paradise where the concept of death does not exist.

When the Annwyn's Protection magic array is activated, Clock Tower members within its range gain the ability to resurrect infinitely.

Initially, Annwyn's Protection did have an effect. Clock Tower mages who had died under the rain of light were resurrected on the spot, throwing themselves back into battle,

using all sorts of bizarre and wonderful magical arcane arts to intercept and block the angelic army.

The leader of the Clock Tower Association and a dozen other elders also personally stepped forward to transmit the effects of Annwyn's Protection to the Royal Knights of the Anglican Church and the Puritan Church, among other native British forces loyal to the Queen.

Working together, they engaged in fierce fighting with the angelic army around the barrier of Annwyn's Protection.

Hundreds and thousands of angels died and fell outside the barrier, turning into streams of light and dissipating.

However, there were simply too many of them.

Angels of all ranks continued to break through the Clock Tower mages' defensive lines, wreaking havoc and slaughter.

Annwyn's Protection was not omnipotent. The pain and despair felt at the time of death would accumulate and overlap, eroding reason and weakening the soul.

More importantly, Annwyn's Protection required a massive amount of energy to sustain it.

Once the Clock Tower's magic tower was destroyed and the energy source was cut off, the magic barrier would disintegrate instantly, and the Clock Tower mages would die one by one.

A cold aura quietly rose around Hohenheim. Annwyn's Protection was the Clock Tower's top secret. Only a handful of people, including him, knew about it.

It was absolutely impossible for Huangshi to construct such a false image in order to deceive him, nor did he have the ability to do so.

Soon, the Truth Seeker and Tai Hao also returned from behind the Stargate. Their faces fully explained everything.

It wasn't just England. The Americas, Asia, Africa, and every densely populated area on Earth had been brutally attacked by the angelic army.

The angelic legions descending from the sky ignored any information, requests, or prayers from mortals. They were unable to communicate or understand,

and indiscriminately rained down light, spreading death.

Ordinary weapons were useless against the angels, who were beings of pure energy. Even nuclear bombs could only cause damage with their core heat radiation.

Every moment, thousands upon thousands of mortals and transcendents were dying. Even powerful organizations like the Special Affairs Bureau were not spared. All doors were bound to individuals.

When the owner of a door was in another spacetime, the door would automatically close and follow the owner.

This also meant that players could not leave a door in the real world and keep it open while participating in the Sazhe War—if they participated in the Sazhe War, they would not be able to open the door on Earth.

Therefore, those large organizations could not escape the angelic army by "fleeing to the door world," and were forced to fight to the death.

"Hah..."

Hohenheim exhaled a breath of stale air and said, "I need to go back."

"Back to the real world?"

Zhongli Mieming said in a deep voice, "Use the door world to transfer the people?"

"Yes."

Hohenheim nodded. Although Cataclysm-level powerhouses were theoretically capable of existing independently of human society as a whole,

and could even spend some effort to re-establish a small-scale human society in a door world, with themselves as the supreme ruler, that was not something Hohenheim aspired to.

Rather than controlling civilization, he valued his compatriots, colleagues, and the Clock Tower Mage Association that had nurtured him more.

"It's useless. Do you think transferring everyone into a door world will solve everything?"

Huangshi sneered from the side, "What do you think the essence of a god is? Holiness? Sublimity? Greatness?

No!

It's parasitism! It's enslavement!

Gods, especially those who have achieved godhood through faith and have clearly died, are essentially just puppets influenced by the power of the collective mind.

They will instinctively expand and invade, greedily seeking new believers and the power of faith.

Why do you think the god above our heads is so powerful?

If I'm not mistaken,

in your world, compared to other gods, he has completely abandoned all his personal imprints, without joy or sorrow.

This makes it impossible for him to 'revive with an individual mind,' but it also gives him a level of power that other gods and saints cannot achieve."

"God... is dead..."

Jutianshu muttered to himself. As a transcendent who was also on the path to achieving godhood through faith, he could understand what Huangshi was saying.

Other dead gods, such as Odin,

understood that their personalities would be affected by the power of their believers' thoughts. In order to revive and retain their minds, they adopted the method of the "saint," achieving their goal indirectly.

But at this moment, the Semitic god above their heads had probably completely abandoned his personal imprint, completely giving up the hope of life,

and become... like a virus, without individual will, only following its instincts.

As long as the environment allows, a virus can parasitise and proliferate without end.

A virus-form god can absorb an infinite amount of faith power without worrying about the problem of distorted will—it is already dead.

And absorbing an infinite amount of faith power also means that it can possess an infinite number of divine natures, becoming a being above all gods.

"Huangshi is right, escaping into a door world won't solve the problem. Other gods may quietly wait for their influence to spread to different worlds during their slumber.

But the viral, automated Semitic god has a hundred or a thousand times more efficient action than the former.

Heaven knows how many believers it has developed in different worlds in these two thousand years.

Having developed to this point, its meme pollution index is definitely beyond imagination. It may only need to see the words or hear the sound to cause meme pollution and summon an angelic army across the world.

Even hiding in a door world can't stop them."

The Truth Seeker said faintly, "Unless, after teleporting back to the real world, you hide in the door world and abandon everyone else in the real world."

"..."

Hohenheim was silent for a moment, looked around, and asked the others, "What about you? Aren't you going back either?"

"If the guess is correct, then there is no point in going back now."

Zhongli Mieming said, "Wang Bu Liu Xing and I don't have the means to deal with large-scale, high-level energy bodies. Giving up the Sazhe War and returning to the real world would only mean acting as ordinary combat power."

Ding Jin Si nodded and said, "Me too."

"I don't want to go back yet."

The Ant King narrowed his eyes and said, "According to your statement, God has the ability to spread meme pollution across planets. Even the Stargate is no longer safe.

Only a door that is completely isolated from the outside world has a chance of surviving.

And there are only a few forces on Earth that possess doors. Even if I go back, I won't be able to get a 'ticket' for the 'Noah's Ark.'"

"Then..."

The players present were of one mind. Hohenheim turned to look at Huangshi, "Shall we cooperate? What can we do to control the situation on Earth?"

"Control? No, no, no, the world's situation is no longer in the hands of mortals."

A ferocious smile appeared on Huangshi's face, "Now, there is only one path left. Kill, God."