American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 212 The End
"Come again!"

With a roar, Gabriel's radiant wings suddenly spun around, and endless blades shattered the soil pressing down on him, reappearing before Baling.

However, Gabriel at this moment is far inferior to his previous lofty and aloof archangel image.

One hundred and forty pairs of small wings, after two deadly attacks, nearly a third of them were destroyed.

She is now in a state of decline, and her defeat is inevitable.

"Alright, Gabriel. You've given me a little bit of fun now, so let's settle this with one last move."

Disheartened, Baling saw Gabriel's stubborn demeanor and decided to give her a dignified exit.

So, let's use that trick.

With arms crossed and a composed demeanor, Baling looked down at Gabriel, who was frantically accumulating power in the vacuum, and patiently waited for Gabriel to complete her move.

This move was indeed extraordinary; Gabriel had unleashed a devastating killing blow—

Doomsday Horn: Cataclysmic Destruction!
This is Gabriel's trump card, a move that can cause even stars to collapse and the brilliance of stars to be extinguished!
Within the solar system, a mighty horn begins to sound; the Great Cataclysm is about to begin.

On the other side of the planet, where it was still daytime, the inhabitants were horrified to discover that the sun's brilliance was waning, like... a candle about to go out.

How could that be? It's impossible!

If that really happened, the world... would be destroyed.

Fortunately—in the end, the sun still rose as usual, and even the moon returned, becoming even larger.

That day, that night, felt like a dream.

But everyone understood that it was not an illusion or a dream, but something that actually happened.

Since then, the number of religious believers has increased dramatically, and humanity no longer questions the existence of God.

Because their survival was undoubtedly due to divine protection.

On that day, they saw a hand descending from the boundless starry sky, a giant hand as large as a galaxy cluster, carrying countless stars.

Believers call it "the Hand of God"!
Since that day, people all over the world have been reminded of... the fear of being controlled by God.

……

I don’t know how much time has passed.

A natural gas pipeline leak and explosion occurred at a hospital in Los Angeles; a rare astronomical phenomenon occurred: the March moon appeared in the sky; and a doomsday miracle was observed: the Hand of God appeared.

Of these three major events, only the former quickly lost its popularity; the latter two remain enduringly relevant.

It is talked about by all kinds of people.

Christian believers, in particular, have discovered that even their own Bibles have changed.

A new angel was invented, named Oga, who temporarily replaced the Seraphim Gabriel as the new left-hand man of the throne.

As for the old angel Gabriel, according to the Bible, she felt that her own cultivation was not enough, so she voluntarily descended to earth to settle down.

I look forward to the day when my mission is accomplished, I will ascend to heaven again and return to the throne of the seraphim.

……

Ocean Avenue, lake view apartment, No. 412.

After the eldest son, Baling, ascended to heaven, this once bustling mansion became much quieter, as if it had lost its crucial backbone.

Every beautiful morning, without the powerful male vocals, the Collection Room Orchestra's performances lose their vitality, their strength slowly declines, and they can never go back to what they were before.

Sometimes they would miss their leader and hope that he could take them flying so that these evil spirits from the mountains could also catch a glimpse of the high life in heaven.

Just like that lucky little white horse, Pearl.

It underwent the tempering of hellfire, greatly increasing its strength. Then one day, it suddenly flew into the sky, grew a pair of wings, and disappeared on the long staircase in holy light, taking away only the envious, jealous, and hateful gazes of its companions.

Today is just another ordinary day.

In the morning, the air was thick with mist, and the sun had not yet cast its warm rays upon the earth.

On the second floor, a little girl in a blue-purple dress leaned against the windowsill.

Alessa rested her left hand on her palm, propped up her right arm, and cupped her face in her palm. Her beautiful obsidian eyes looked down at the AE86, but her thoughts seemed to have drifted to a faraway place.

Boom boom boom!
Suddenly, the AE86's engine started.

Alessa seemed to sense something, and looked intently. The car window slowly rolled down, and a handsome young man with dark eyes leaned out, smiling:
"Kids, I'm back."

……

The local cathedral in Los Angeles.

Following Gabriel's departure, the long-vacant position has finally been filled by a new leader.

The newly elected archbishop, Baling Oga, makes a dazzling return.

"Now, I'll say a few words."

clap clap clap!
"Please, Archbishop, guide us with all your might!"

Enthusiastic and enthusiastic applause.

"Then I will offer a few instructions. First, a church must be a place of worship, a place of prayer and Mass, and the priest must be a professional priest who can teach believers, hear confessions, and teach by example..."

After finishing.

Baling sat on a large leather sofa, holding something heavier than a brick in one hand, and began to survey the world with his all-knowing eyes.

“Father, I am guilty, and I want to confess.”

Suddenly, a melodious female voice rang out. Baling was about to send her to find a regular priest, but as he put down his Bible, his eyes fell upon a beautiful and alluring figure.

“Great philanthropist, great singer, are you free?” The man was none other than Claire Hamilton, the ballet dancer whom Baling had stood up for a long time.

Oh no, I seem to have completely forgotten about this.

How did she find her way here?!

Baling's heart sank, but he quickly came up with the excuse of saving the world to brush it off.

I already have enough personas, so what's a few more?

"Claire, when did you arrive? Yes, I love you too."

……

hell.

Thick smoke billowed from the endless sea of ​​fire.

The Hell Arena Tournament is in full swing.

Ding!
The bell rang.

A somewhat颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of listlessness, decadence, and lack of ambition) yet still handsome man, looking exhausted, swings his fist, using all his strength to win.

Even if... it will be very difficult.

The hideous half-demon: "Hehehe! Constantine, you've finally met your match."

Constantine: "Enough with the nonsense."

The half-demon cackled:

"Don't rush me. I'll get my hands on you. I finally got to queue for you. Here, strength reigns supreme."

Even if you're in Hell, you'll have a theme park built for you by the King of Hell; even if you have the protection of Mephisto, the Lord of Hell; even if you know the incomparably powerful Demon King Gao, you can even have him create a body for you to live in the mortal realm. (The latter two were done by Baling in memory of Constantine's death.)

However, you can never win the revival round.

Having connections and a powerful background is useless! The most important thing to succeed here is having real ability!

So, you'll stop here today. Because I, Louis, am about to smash your handsome face to pieces.

Constantine gave a soft "Oh," and said numbly, "If you can do it, then do it."

Half a minute later.

"Quack! You've won. But behind me are countless brothers you've harmed. You can't escape hell. We'll be watching you all the time, don't even think about escaping!"

"Get lost! I'll win." Constantine gave him a friendly middle finger!

……

Deep in hell.

A huge amusement park.

At the entrance of the park, a plaque above displays several large characters.

—Welcome to Hell!

That's right, this is the amusement park that Satan built for Baling.

Scarecrows of all shapes and sizes, failed bootlegs, masked men, Pyramid Heads, stick insects—you name it, they have it.

Ultraman Oga stands tall in the heart of the lake, a pose of absolute invincibility.

A black-and-white orca underfoot, punching an ugly, burned man, a domineering man with long black hair.

The twisted humanoid figure, over ten meters tall, was draped in a raincoat, wore a round straw hat, and had many small tentacles on its back. It was none other than the slender rice shadow that was a Halloween exclusive in the past.

A pair of broad, jet-black raven wings, wielding a bone spear, piercing the evil witch's raven-man.

The raven-winged scarecrow soared into the sky, with the phantom of a black-haired man appearing behind it. In one fell swoop, it unleashed a mysterious palm technique that descended from the sky, severing the ram-horned demon Annabelle.

You can find all sorts of scenes from the time when Baling was known for its great love for humanity in this park.

Moreover, the most prized feature of Baling, "Straw Entanglement," is represented by numerous different versions of sculptures.

"Damn it! Satan, are you secretly watching me?!"

Baling, who was experiencing life in hell, suddenly shivered and realized that Satan was a really twisted old man!

Satan, who was leading the way, stopped when he heard this, turned around, looked at Baling with a meaningful gaze, and continued:

"Don't worry, I only saw it occasionally, and it was always when you were displaying your great power. But as far as I know, a certain former Seraphim often secretly spyes on you with his all-knowing eye."

"Gah! My chastity is gone!" Baling was half-annoyed and decided to sit in Gabriel's seat for the rest of his life.

As the saying goes, every radish has its place; if he takes the seat, Gabriel won't have one left. He had felt a little guilty at first, but now that feeling was completely gone.

Damn it! We can't let this go to waste. When we get back, we'll give them a thorough dressing down with our all-seeing eyes.

"I have some things to do, so I'll be leaving now. Please feel free to do whatever you want, and go to sleep when you're tired. It's okay, don't be shy, just make yourself at home."

Suddenly, Satan uttered a sentence and then disappeared.

Now, only Baling is left to wander around.

No, there's another person ahead, a familiar little brat—Mammon.

Not far away, Mammon was secretly studying a book.

Baling snatched it away in a flash, and after a quick glance, he discovered that it was his own published book, "Hidden Revelation - The Devil Scarecrow".

"Hey kid, what are you doing? Trying to steal my skills? Have you paid your apprenticeship fee yet?" Baling questioned.

“What did I do? I paid for this.” Mammon retorted defiantly.

"That's alright then." Baling returned the book, but Mammon couldn't pull it away; a powerful force held the book firmly in place.

"Let go!"

"Mammon, how can you be so rude? How should I address you, Uncle?"

“…Uncle Baling, please let go.” A look of humiliation appeared in Mammon’s large eyes, particularly evident.

"Alright, alright, you silly child, if you had said so earlier, I would have given it to you." Baling chuckled as he patted Mammon's big head.

After retrieving the book, Mammon immediately left Baling, but before leaving, he couldn't help but turn back and mock, "Do you know that I send people to slander you in Hell every day? Your reputation is completely ruined."

Baling's eyes narrowed, and he said in a sinister tone, "Mammon, do you know that your father has temporarily left Hell for some reason?"

"What's wrong?" Mammon didn't understand, but a dangerous premonition was rapidly rising in his heart.

Hey?

Hahahaha!

Baling suddenly burst into wild laughter, then launched a zero-frame attack.

Hey!
Take this "Hand of God" strike!
"Croak!" Mammon suddenly looked mortified.

……

In the blink of an eye, the peaceful or turbulent daily life had been going on for so long that the memories in Baling's mind were no longer vivid.

Perhaps it was a sudden impulse, or perhaps it was an irrepressible surge of passion.

The spear of fate pierces through space.

With a single flap of its radiant wings, Baling traversed an extremely long distance through space until its body could no longer withstand the strain, at which point it opened a rift and returned to reality.

Back and forth.

Until Baling arrived at a chaotic land, near the edge of the world.

Between different worlds, there is a strong barrier that keeps them apart.

But in some worlds, the distance between them is very close, like twins, and the barriers between them are relatively easier to break down.

With the sacred artifact in hand, Baling fought with all his might and managed to briefly open a small gap.

Taking advantage of the gap, Baling cast two strands of his spirit into the two nearest worlds respectively.

Let the divided spirit return to the cycle of life and death in another world.

Then, through some unseen connection, the instant he entered the cyclical system, Baling saw... those fragments of words belonging to the future.

……

Marvel Universe.

A hero in a golden, spider-print bodysuit leaps across rooftops with agile movements.

By day, he's a member of a university band; by night, he's a superhero fighting crime.

He wanders among the city's skyscrapers, punishing the wicked and upholding justice.

However, there was one rainstorm, and it was very heavy.

Baling was soaked to the bone, and his expression was extremely unpleasant, as if something terrible had happened to him.

He pushed open the door to the practice room, paused for a moment, and then said, "I'm here today to say something... I'm leaving the band."

The band is arguing...

"But what if you quit..."

"Don't say such capricious things! Gwen, you're the one who needs to practice the most! But what have you been doing all this time? You're the drummer, the soul of the band, controlling the rhythm, but how many band rehearsals have you missed these past few days! Answer me!"

From then on, a rainstorm brought forth two heartbroken college students, and also two failed men hiding in the shadows.

Paradise Baling: "On the surface, I'm successful, but in reality, I'm just an ordinary, unsuccessful man."

……

DC Universe.

A deathly pale face, deadly bright red lips, seaweed-like green hair, and a uniquely tasteful red suit and trousers.

This is a man dressed as a clown; at a glance, an ordinary person would know that he is the best of the best.

On a long staircase, a man was dancing a dance of despair, kicking and waving his arms without any rhythm or cadence.

Its posture is flamboyant yet strangely distorted; if one is not careful, one will step into the void and accidentally trigger the invincible Wind and Fire Wheel.

But Baling, like a clown, didn't care at all; he continued his exaggerated, meaningless dance, just like his damned life.

Paradise Baling: "I woke up to find myself at odds with Batman!"

(Finish)
(End of this chapter)