Chapter 156 - Jeanne: She Fainted!
The news that the God of the Bible had died was certainly an earth-shattering thing capable of shocking the world.
It was clear from the expressions of Rias and the others, they were all plunged into immense shock.
Some even began to question everything they believed in.
What surprised Kokabiel was that Mahiro didn't seem shocked at all.
Even though Mahiro was clad in the armor, Kokabiel could sense the calm aura surrounding him.
Mahiro remained completely unshaken by the news.
"It's truly surprising, Red Dragon Emperor. You don't seem the least bit shocked that the God of the Bible has died," Kokabiel said, voicing his doubt.
He was indifferent now, ready to die, and even desired to see the world thrown into chaos.
"Why would I be surprised?"
Mahiro exited from Balance Breaker, revealing himself, his expression still composed.
"The God of the Bible is just an irrelevant figure to me. Dead or alive, it makes no difference, especially after hundreds of years have passed."
Kokabiel, who had been rendered powerless and was no longer a threat, could be killed with a single blow.
Mahiro didn't need to waste any more energy staying in Balance Breaker.
Hearing Mahiro's words, Kokabiel was momentarily speechless.
It was undeniable that Mahiro had a point, though something still felt wrong.
The God of the Bible wasn't just any figure—he was a pivotal force for the three faction.
With over two billion followers worldwide, He had a connection to almost everyone present.
Especially Mahiro, who wielded Longinus, a weapon created by the God Himself, forming an even deeper link between them.
Normally, Mahiro should have shown more concern, if not on the level of devout believers like Irina and Xenovia.
"Hahaha! A character so perfect that even the death of God doesn't faze you," Kokabiel laughed madly, then sighed.
"It's unfortunate that we're enemies. If we joined forces, we could plunge the world into chaos."
Mahiro sneered.
"Not interested."
Kokabiel had said this before, but Mahiro hadn't cared at all.
"Impossible! If Lord is dead, what will happen to the blessings and gifts He's given us?" Xenovia retorted, unable to believe what she was hearing.
"Exactly! Lord can still hear our prayers and answer them!"
"You're lying, this can't be true!"
Irina clung to her faith like a drowning person grasping for a lifeline, her eyes filled with confusion and desperation.
"Michael did a good job covering this up," Kokabiel said with a sneer as he explained, "Before your so called Lord died, He left a system in place to automatically handle prayers, blessings, and exorcisms dedicated to Him."
"Thanks to that system, believers can still receive answers even though he is no longer alive."
"But a system is just that—a system. It's not perfect like a living God. There are flaws."
"If you think about it, haven't there been more abandoned believers and heretics lately?" Kokabiel added.
"You should have noticed it yourselves—Asia Argento is a perfect example."
Kokabiel had already learned about the situation in Kuoh Town and knew about Asia's existence.
"Do you mean that the death of the God of the Bible is the reason Asia can heal Devils?" Sona asked, frowning.
"Exactly," Kokabiel confirmed.
"This is happening all over the world."
"And there's an even clearer sign that should be obvious to you two holy sword wielders: since the Great War, no new Angels have been born."
"Heaven has been forced to rely on humans for survival."
Angels were different from Devils.
Devils could reproduce, but Angels lacked that ability.
Although Angels had male and female forms, they did not possess reproductive functions.
Angels were all created by the God of the Bible.
With His death, it was no longer possible for any new Angels to appear.
"Impossible… Impossible…" Irina and Xenovia could no longer remain calm after hearing Kokabiel's words.
The evidence was undeniable.
Everything was pointing to the truth of Kokabiel's revelation.
The God of the Bible was dead.
As the most devout believer, Irina couldn't accept such a devastating fact and fainted on the spot.
"Well, that's troublesome. She just fainted," Jeanne said, catching Irina as she collapsed, looking unimpressed and unaffected by Kokabiel's words.
Xenovia, on the other hand, dropped to her knees, barely able to stay upright by leaning on her holy sword.
"You two look really bad," Koneko said, unable to bear watching their reactions.
"Not surprising…" Xenovia said with a bitter smile, struggling to speak.
"It's normal for believers to collapse when hearing such news. I'm barely holding myself together."
"Is she really normal?" Akeno asked, glancing at Jeanne.
Sona also looked at Jeanne, and soon everyone's eyes were on her.
If they remembered correctly, Jeanne's ancestor was Joan of Arc who received divine visions and was martyred by being burned at the stake.
If anyone should be deeply affected by this news, it should be Jeanne.
But...
"Why are you all staring at me? What's so strange?"
"Do I look unusual?"
Jeanne asked, clearly irritated by the attention.
Xenovia was equally shocked.
She hadn't expected Jeanne would remain unaffected after hearing the news.
"Maybe because she's a descendant of a saint, her mentality is stronger…" Xenovia said, trying to make an excuse, but her tone was uncertain.
However, everyone's expressions seemed to convey the same message:
Do you really expect us to believe that?
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