Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 397 Then, let the world burn!

"Time did indeed stop just now, but because of the power of the Eastern Emperor Bell, we could feel the signs that time had stopped flowing... If nothing unexpected happens, it was Wen Lie who came to the human world and was attacked by Satan."

Chu Xuan took the Eastern Emperor Bell down and held it in his palm.

All eyes turned to the ancient bronze bell, and a look of lingering fear flashed in their eyes.

Without the Eastern Emperor Bell, they would be just like everyone else, completely unaware of what had happened.

"Where are they? We need to go provide support immediately!"

Zheng Zha's face was solemn, and his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

How could Wen Lie face such a power that freezes the universe alone?

Chu Xuan pointed to the sky outside the window.

"Perhaps it's the solar system, perhaps it's the Milky Way. Neither Wen Lie nor Satan intends to destroy humanity; they will naturally choose a suitable battlefield."

Everyone looked at each other speechless.

Neither the solar system nor the Milky Way is a battlefield they can interfere in.

"The Spear of Longinus..."

Just then, a familiar voice rang in everyone's ears.

Bring me the spearhead of the Spear of Longinus!

Wen Lie's voice, like a revelation, appeared in the minds of everyone in the Central Continent Team.

"Wenlie?"

Zheng Zha exclaimed in surprise.

However, he received no response, only a vague sense of direction.

Zhao Yingkong calmly said, "Don't waste any more time, let's get moving. Wen Lie's situation is clearly not good."

“That’s what we say, but where are we going to find the Spear of Longinus? The spearhead should be with Gabriel.”

Zhan Lan frowned, looking somewhat troubled.

She used her mental powers to scan, but there was no trace of Gabriel in New York or the surrounding cities.

Chu Xuan said calmly, "Don't worry, Wen Lie and Satan have already shown up, and Mammon and Gabriel won't be far behind."

Before the words were even finished, everyone's hair suddenly stood on end, and their muscles tensed up like a wildcat in a state of shock.

The scorching heat swept by, drying the moisture in the air. Blackened marks spread across the curtains and tablecloth, and the fabric fibers caught fire. The sudden increase in temperature made people's mouths dry.

At midnight, I quickly walked to the window and looked out. The sky was covered with thick, fiery clouds, but unlike a normal sunset, the dark red light was as thick as blood and filled with an ominous dark power.

Not only that, but a strong wind also swept in from outside. A gray hurricane swept through the streets and alleys, and the windows that were trembling in the wind turned gray. Upon closer inspection, the glass outside the windows was covered with a layer of ash, which was the residue of the fibers after they had burned out.

"This is... hell? Mammon has been born!"

Hell and the human world gradually overlapped, blurring the differences between the two worlds. Mammon's power enveloped the Earth, transforming the human environment with an irresistible and domineering force.

"clang--!"

The heavy, slow tolling of bells echoed as St. Peter's Basilica, Cologne Cathedral, Milan Cathedral, Ulm Minster... all the churches rang their death knells at the same time, a symbol of death and sorrow.

The bishops looked in horror at the strange changes in the church. The candlelight was extinguished, the saints in the murals shed blood and tears, the icons rotated counterclockwise, the relics dissolved into sulfur, the verses in the Bible were twisted into blasphemous words, and the holy light symbolizing the last rays of light burst forth. More than five billion Bibles were reduced to ashes in the burning of the holy fire.

In a world undergoing drastic changes, countless people are gripped by panic.

Residents inside kept their doors tightly shut, while citizens outside braved the gray storm to find shelter. Believers instinctively turned to the church for hope, only to suddenly realize that the church was only ringing with slow bells that symbolized death, not with the cheerful bells that symbolized the hope for resurrection.

All the extraordinary beings could sense the demon king descending to earth, the holy son from hell unleashing his presence without restraint, rewriting the laws of the world, and his terrifying magic causing countless souls to tremble.

"Not in New York, not even in the United States... Mexico!"

Zhan Lan's spiritual power extended thousands of miles to the southwest.

Mexico City's only Catholic church.

In the murals on the dome, the wings of angels are peeled away piece by piece, revealing hideous bat wings.

The stained glass gradually faded, the Virgin Mary lamented and shed two lines of bloody tears, and the baby in her arms gradually turned into the shape of a demon.

A crimson glow shone through the stained-glass windows, reflecting off the gold laid on the floor.

The solemn holy site has now been transformed into a golden structure, with the magic of greed and materialism flowing through its magnificent halls. The once devout believers have changed their faith, clutching gold and jewels and dancing with abandon. Priests sing hymns to the Son of Hell in a frenzy, and shadowy figures wander across the church murals, laughing loudly.

"laugh--"

In the chapel where demons danced wildly, Gabriel held the broken blade of the Spear of Longinus, ignoring the altar before him.

With a viscous sound of flesh tearing, a little red-skinned devil crawled out of the altar and fell into the baptismal pool, splashing up viscous black water.

The young demon grew at a visible speed, his stretched body standing upright. The demonic features faded as he grew, and when he grew up, he took on the appearance of a human.

His naked body radiated a hazy golden glow, giving rise to a solemn and sacred feeling. His dark golden vertical pupils were sinister and cold, and the reversed pentagram on his brow flickered with a dim light.

A being who embodies divinity and demonic nature, a demon from hell, has descended upon the human world as a holy son.

"I never expected things to turn out this way."

Mammon lifted his foot and stepped out of the baptismal pool.

"From beginning to end, I had no intention of launching an attack."

Mammon stretched out his arms, and dark red gold threads wrapped around his body, weaving a magnificent robe.

"We fought side by side and conquered the ignorance of mankind."

The priest removed the woman's head, hunched over, and crawled toward Mammon, lifting the head up with both hands, his eyes filled with fanatical devotion.

“Yet you have betrayed me, betrayed all our allies. You have yielded to the power of the gods and told a colossal lie to your children.”

Mammon picked up the severed head, and magic enveloped the distorted skull, transforming it into a golden crown.

"Hell only has one chance to be resurrected. If you are unwilling to seize it, then I will do it."

The moment the crown fell, the image of the Passion of Christ on the altar shattered, and demonic figures wandering in the murals surged out like mud. The space of the church stretched and twisted, and tens of thousands of demons appeared in the chapel.

"Let the flames of war ignite, spreading from the depths of hell to the edge of heaven. Let the world boil, let the stars fall. Even if I give my last drop of blood, I will see hell become great again."

Mammon looked down at the demons that had invaded the human world, his body radiating a vast, star-like magical power, and his high-pitched voice proclaimed to the three realms.

"If I am powerless to save it from your failure, Father... then let the world burn."

A power that transcends humanity swept out from the greedy church and enveloped the entire Earth.

The magic symbolizing greed has unleashed the avarice of 5.3 billion people. Everyone is looking at each other with malicious eyes, the world order is gradually collapsing, and disorderly chaos will dominate the world.

"Witness the ultimate sight. The darkness of joy, the light of sorrow, that is—the ultimate crime!" Suddenly, a terrifying pressure enveloped the church, and a meteor streaked across the sky, spiraling down towards the church like a cannonball from outer space, carrying an incomparably terrifying mass.

Even before the shells landed, the immense pressure they generated caused the church to shake.

"Magnetic field rotation! 250,000 horsepower! Whale-Slaying Overlord Fist!"

The church ceiling suddenly exploded, and a three-headed, six-armed figure soared into the sky, unleashing a powerful punch at the meteor, shattering the massive meteorite into pieces.

With a deafening roar as the meteorite exploded, the man who had shattered the meteorite returned to the ground. The moment his feet touched the ground, the aftershocks of an 8-magnitude earthquake spread out, causing buildings within a radius of hundreds of miles to collapse. The demons in the church were thrown about, and believers and priests were even shaken to death.

"Damn! What a powerful meteorite!"

Dechai swung his arm, marveling at the tingling sensation in his wrist.

"Captain! They're here!"

At the edge of the church, the members of the Demon Squad mingled among tens of thousands of demons. Tom, sweating profusely, reported the situation to his clone Zheng Zha in rapid, hurried voice.

"The mental power user from the Central Continent Team... is very strong!"

Before he finished speaking, Tom collapsed to the ground, having engaged in a mental battle with the distant enemy within a minute and suffered a complete defeat.

The clone Zheng Zha coldly raised his head and looked at the sky in the northeast direction.

The dragon, gleaming with golden light, soared through the sky, its exceptional eyesight clearly capturing the eight men and women standing atop its head.

The clone Chu Xuan adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "Then, let's begin. Proceed according to the original plan, divide the battlefield as much as possible, Captain..."

"Wenlie!"

There was no chance to give a complete command; Kim Seung-hyun's roar drowned out Chu Xuan's voice.

His eyes were filled with blood, and his body swelled to five times its normal size at an extremely fast speed. His green skin rippled with blood-red light, and his indiscriminate killing intent enveloped an area of ​​a thousand meters in radius. Thousands of demons had their minds obliterated by the wave of killing intent, leaving only empty shells without souls.

The clone Zheng Zha's eyelids twitched, and a wisp of malevolent flames emanated from his body, transforming into a thin protective shield that enveloped Tom's body.

Zhang Xiaoxue was pale and weak. Without any strength, she clung tightly to the clone Chu Xuan. The spiritual light emanating from Chu Xuan spread to Zhang Xiaoxue, blocking Jin Shengxian's killing intent.

Completely ignoring his allies and teammates who were affected, Kim Seung-hyun took a step forward, and a blood-red wave rippled out from his feet. Kim Seung-hyun's body transformed into a blood-red comet that went against the current and headed straight for the Divine Dragon Beast.

"Kill Hao Shenglong!"

A series of blood-red ripples spread outwards, and the fist, capable of moving mountains and filling seas, poured out with surging killing intent.

"The Fist of God!"

A powerful divine force erupted from Zhang Jie's body, and his swooping figure transformed into a golden meteor, colliding with the blood-red comet that was moving in the opposite direction. The atmosphere above Mexico was torn into a huge ring by the surging shock wave.

"Roar--!"

The intense clash of forces, powerful enough to shake the very fabric of space, ultimately saw Zhang Jie prevail. A bombardment of mass comparable to the Himalayas slammed Kim Seung-hyun into the ground.

In an instant, millions of square kilometers of land collapsed around Mexico City. A devastating natural disaster mercilessly descended upon this land, with soil and rocks turning into raging waves that surged in all directions.

In a single battle, over a hundred million humans were wiped out. Within a radius of ten thousand miles, only Mammon, Gabriel, the Middle Continent Team, the Demon Team, and high-ranking demons from Hell survived.

"What...what did you do?"

Witnessing this horrific scene, Mammon was speechless with grief.

All of humanity on Earth are his followers and in reserve! In the not-too-distant future, they will elevate him to the throne.

These people from the Light faction have now killed one-fiftieth of them in one go!

Are all these people who represent light and justice like this?
Mammon glanced at Gabriel instinctively.

Gabriel remained expressionless, her grip on the Spear of Longinus tightening. She noticed Mammon's gaze but had no energy to respond.

Her purpose is to test humanity, not to exterminate it!
"Heheheheheha ...

Abdul's shoulders trembled, an exaggerated smile spreading across his face. As blood splattered, his mouth split open to his ears, and grotesque scars formed a clown-like appearance.

"Pain! I feel the pain! Let's share our pain! Hehehehehe!"

The magic of 100% empathy allowed Abdul to personally experience the despair and pain of over 100 million people in the moments before their deaths. Mammon and Gabriel's high-quality suffering caused him to raise the flag.

Abdul roughly ripped off his right eye, and at the same time, the demons' eyeballs burst open.

Amidst the rising and falling cries of agony, Abdul revealed an extremely pleased smile.

"The Eye of the Gorgon!"

Gray eyeballs appeared around Abdul, and a hazy gray ray transformed into a curtain of light that swept out towards the distant dragon.

The golden light emanating from the Divine Dragon Beast gradually dimmed, and the color of limestone spread rapidly across its body. A strange power eroded its soul, and even the Light of the Mind could not completely block it.

"boom!"

A violent force erupted from the ground, causing the Divine Dragon Beast's body to tremble violently. It sprang up half a meter, creating a tiny gap between its body and the ground, which was insignificant compared to its size. A blood-red phantom flashed by and sprang out from below the moment the Divine Dragon Beast's body hit the ground again.

Before Kim Seung-hyun could even stand still, a petite figure quietly appeared behind him, and a white lightsaber slashed out fiercely.

"Little Apple, your rival is me."

Just as the lightsaber was about to sever her head, Zhao Zhuikong suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Yingkong. A small dagger blocked the lightsaber's blade, and a gentle smile graced his face as he softly called out Zhao Yingkong's name.

"Zhao Zhuikong?"

Zhao Yingkong looked at the man in front of her, her tone calm and devoid of the excitement she used to have.

"I've lost interest in playing house with you. Go to hell."

Taking a half step back, a black lightsaber appeared in Zhao Yingkong's left hand. A deep, low voice rang out, and the girl, who didn't look like an assassin at all, exuded a dangerous and oppressive aura.

Zhao Zhuikong's smile gradually disappeared.

"It's been a long time since I met you in your true form. It seems you've given up on that foolish hypocrisy."

The clone of Zheng Zha flapped its jet-black bat wings and stood in mid-air in front of Zheng Zha.

He surveyed the apocalyptic landscape around him, his gaze settling on Zheng Zha's face, a cold, mocking smile playing on his lips.

"...The only people I want to protect are my companions."

Zheng Zha was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said calmly.

Chaos and nothingness! The creation of heaven and earth!
True energy and magical power collided under the harmonization of the light of the soul, and the power symbolizing the creation of the universe was born in Zheng Zha's body. A hazy gray swirled around his body, obliterating the space it touched.

"If I could, I'd really like to have a heart-to-heart talk with you, but you clearly don't share that sentiment, do you? Besides, I have more important things to do. Could you please leave here?"

"Hypocritical weaklings..."

A fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the clone Zheng Zha. Before he could finish speaking, Zheng Zha's palm had already torn through space, and the power that was enough to destroy stars shattered the clone Zheng Zha's body.

(End of this chapter)