At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier.

Chapter 152 Demon Lord, Appointing Joan of Arc as Vice-Lord of Heaven
As he reached the car door, Los Saint turned back and smiled slightly at the rabbi elder who was trembling as he recited the Bible, his hands forming the cross: "Do you want to go see Hell? The demons in Hell only harm the guilty and wicked. Sin is the nourishment that demons flock to, just as saints pursue virtue."

"Can I still go to heaven if I get off now?" the rabbi asked. He could now tell that this young man was not a dead person like himself who was about to ascend to heaven, but rather seemed to be a being like the Grim Reaper of the Underworld.

As a devout believer in God, he longed for the stories depicted in the Bible, but he was unwilling to lose his qualification to go to heaven because of that longing.

“Of course, Hell will not leave a pure soul behind. Hell has its own rules, and no demon will break them.” Luo Sheng said with his hands behind his back, a faint aura of holiness emanating from him.

At that moment, the rabbi elder only saw holy light emanating from the youth, and in a daze, he felt that this holy light formed angel wings behind the youth.

An angel! Is this young man actually an angel? Who is he? Gabriel? Or Michael? Or some other angel whose name is recorded in the Bible?
"Do you want me to witness what kind of punishment these fallen people will receive in hell?" The rabbi stood up and followed the young man.

“Heh, from a personal perspective, I loathe your race. You are guilty of almost all seven deadly sins, and you even arbitrarily distort God’s will, calling yourselves God’s chosen people. God has never acknowledged this. You are utterly despicable, and can be said to be the most despicable race in the current civilization of Earth.” Los Saint chuckled.

“You’re right. Even I hate my origins, but God gave me this life and a mission, yet I can do nothing about it.” The rabbi lowered his head, filled with endless shame.

Los Santos stepped off the train, and the platform was the epitome of 'chaos'.

"A demon! Help!"

"I was wrong, I repent, I don't want to go to hell!"

"God, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

Hundreds of thousands of souls were forced off the train and fled frantically on the platform, some even jumping directly into the sea of ​​the dead to struggle.

In mid-air, a crimson demon, wielding a steel fork and flapping its demonic wings, grinned as it swept across the platform and the sea of ​​the underworld. With each swoop, the steel fork in its hand would pierce the souls of seven or eight evil men.

The souls impaled on the steel forks screamed and struggled hysterically.

"Don't be in such a hurry, brothers from hell. There are still millions of evil souls behind us. Catch them slowly, hahaha." Zhang Lan floated in mid-air, watching the scene below that resembled an eagle catching chicks, and laughed heartily.

"I love watching villains scream hysterically in front of the gates of hell. It's so satisfying, so incredibly satisfying."

"I am the president, I am the president! You demon, I am the president! Get out of here! Get out of here now!" The wart-faced president was surrounded by several demons, who licked their lips, and green saliva dripped onto the crimson platform, making a sizzling sound.

"This soul smells so good! How many sins did he commit? It's amazing, amazing! I can't wait to put him on the table."

"This kind of soul is not something we can use; it must be given to the lord."

"I really want to eat it, even just a finger, slurp."

"Aaaaaahhhhhh—" President Wart screamed and crawled on the ground in terror, but a demon grabbed his leg and lifted him up like a chicken, leading him toward the gates of hell.

The vortex beneath the Gates of Hell is enormous, and there are no ladders, meaning you can only go in but not out.

Los Saint stepped into the vortex, and a wide road appeared beneath it. Elder Rabbi followed behind him tremblingly, while the demons around him merely glanced at him and flew away without interest.

"After going to hell, will we become food for the devil, as in the Bible?" the rabbi asked tremblingly.

Luo Sheng said calmly, "Not entirely. Most of those whose sins are not too deep will be punished by demons in hell and have their sins washed away before being thrown into the River Styx. Those who are extremely wicked and have committed unforgivable sins will be eaten by demons as snacks."

Most of the evil souls don't even make it to the River Styx before they are scattered and destroyed. Those that are thrown into the River Styx will then enter the queue for 'reincarnation'.

Only after a normal soul enters 'reincarnation' will the soul of an evil person have a chance.

The earth's veins, which are found all over the world, have the function of 'reincarnation'. Now that the entire Earth and the Moon are covered by earth veins, 'reincarnation' has been activated.

“For demons, sin is the nourishment for their growth and strength; the deeper the sin, the more delicious it is to a demon,” Los Saint said, looking down at Hell.

The entire hell was crimson red, and the clouds above were made of black and red flames. The mere existence of the dead here was a burning pain.

Hell is very large, roughly one-tenth the size of the entire underworld, and it is located at the very bottom of the underworld.

The trees are black thorns, which will pierce any soul that is touched. The rivers are lava rivers, in which millions of sinners scream and writhe. From time to time, demons fly low overhead, stirring the lava with steel forks.

Wisps of black mist emerged from the eyes, noses, mouths, and ears of the souls in the lava river, and the demons along the banks flocked to it, eagerly sucking up the black mist.

Some demons even forked the souls out of the lava river and spat out a mouthful of green saliva. The souls were corroded and screamed in agony, and more black gas came out of their mouths and noses.

On both sides of the lava river, there were even rows of black thorn bushes, with countless dead souls impaled on them. The demon shook the thorn bushes, and the dead souls on them were pierced by the thorns, as if they had grown into their souls. Their cries were pleasant sounds to the demon.

Beyond the lava river lies a dark city, its surface covered with sharp demon horns, from which demons fly in and out.

"..." Elder Rabbi followed behind Los Saint, trembling.

Is this hell? It's terrifying, so terrifying.

I wonder what will happen to the president and those congressmen? Will they be eaten?

The rabbi elder looked at the demons at the front who were holding the former highest-ranking figures in the country.

Los Santos arrived in the city of demons. The city was very rugged and tall, with the walls glowing with the light of lava, but the streets were twisted and seemed rudimentary.

The streets were filled with crimson demons of all sizes, and in front of their houses hung wailing ghosts. The little demons laughed and waved whips, which was their favorite game.

The demons here are essentially elemental beings, but they possess characteristics of the underworld and specifically consume sinful energy to grow stronger, making them appear quite evil.

Demons are all born naturally in lava rivers and have no concept of parents or family. The strongest demon in a region is the 'Demon Lord'.

The 'Demon Lord' will be automatically given a 'divine office' and a 'name' by the rules of Hell, which is basically 80% consistent with the biblical description.

The 'Demon Lord' who is given a divine title is a sixth-order life form, similar to the captain of the Underworld Train.

At the very center of the humble city stands a castle shaped like a demon's head, decorated with the strung-together souls of evil men.

On the massive lava throne in the castle, a colossal, thirty-meter-tall crimson demon casually grabbed a wicked soul that was writhing like a maggot on a plate beside him and put it into his mouth.

crunch...

"Aaaaaahhhhh..." Accompanied by chewing sounds, the evil soul in the demon's mouth screamed in agony.

"Hmm~ Capitalists, war criminals, and sinners against humanity and the world are still the most delicious. It's a pity there are so few of them. Each one can only be chewed carefully." The demon lord said regretfully while enjoying his meal.

"My lord! The Underworld Train says there are millions of sinners' souls, and they're evil souls punished by the gods! It's a veritable carnival!" The demon, carrying the 'Wart President,' flew in excitedly and shouted.

"What? Millions? And they were punished by the gods?" The demon lord was overjoyed: "Great, this is wonderful! The souls of the sinners punished by the gods are the most delicious."

As he spoke, the demon lord grabbed the wart president from the little demon's hand and brought it to his nose to smell: "What a strong aura of evil! It's practically evil itself! This evil spirit has directly killed at least 100,000 people and indirectly harmed over a million."

"Aaaaaah—" President Wart screamed as he looked at the gaping maw of the giant demon before him, only to see his legs being bitten off.

"My legs! Oh no! Don't eat me! Help!"

"Let's eat the legs today, and the hands tomorrow. We should save this delicacy," the demon lord said with a satisfied expression, cracking peanuts into his mouth.

"Go, all the little devils, get out there and wait for the Underworld train to sling millions of sinful souls in."

"Yes!"

"Huh? How come a Heavenly Soul has come to Hell?" The Demon Lord then noticed a white soul appear in his palace.

The souls that demons see are different from those that other people see; they can directly see the degree of sin in a soul.

"Do you want to be eaten by me?" the demon lord said, his neck instantly growing as long as a snake as he stretched out in front of Elder Rabbi and licked his tongue.

"Ah! No, no, no..." Elder Rabbi screamed in terror.

"Hahaha! Don't worry, I won't eat you. Eating the souls of Heaven will cause trouble for me according to the rules of the Underworld. Let's go." The demon lord blew a breath at Elder Rabbi.

Rabbi was instantly blown up and flew towards the entrance to the Gates of Hell.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"So, only a magma demon and a demon lord have been born so far?" Los Saint's figure appeared in front of the demon lord, looking at it calmly.

Because his world leans towards an ideal world of truth, goodness, and beauty, the number of evil people and sinners is large in the early stages, but will decrease as time goes on.

Hellish demons need the energy of sin to grow stronger, which significantly reduces the overall growth of Hell.

"Huh?" The demon lord was startled by the sight. His eyes darted around for a moment, and he instantly jumped off his throne and prostrated himself on the ground. "You must be a god. Demon Lord Abaddon greets Your Majesty."

"You're quite amusing, you don't even know who I am and you're already prostrating yourself before me." Luo Sheng looked at the demon lord who was lying on the ground like a dog with amusement.

"Your Majesty is joking. The Underworld is not a place of fighting and killing; it is a place of human relationships and customs. I believe that there is not a single demon in the Underworld who would not want to bask in Your Majesty's divine power," Abaddon said shamelessly, even with pride.

"It seems you've learned quite a bit from those capitalists." Luo Sheng wasn't surprised; after all, consuming the souls of capitalists would inevitably lead to the absorption of some of their memories and knowledge.

Therefore, those high-level demons are generally very knowledgeable, and they are not just good at fighting and howling.

"No, no, we demons only feed on sin, we don't create sin. Our role should be that of the cleaners of sin," Abaddon said ingratiatingly.

Luo Sheng calmly looked at Abaddon, who was acting like a sycophant, and a stream of dark energy emerged from his hand. This energy quickly condensed into a fist-sized crystal, which he casually tossed over.

“This is! The fruit of evil, my God!” Abaddon exclaimed.

The pitch-black crystal in front of him, which was about the size of a meter, actually produced more evil energy than ten thousand unforgivable capitalists.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, I... eh." Abaddon snapped out of his daze and was about to launch into a long, enthusiastic licking, but then realized that the person had already disappeared. He then regretfully stuck out his tongue and rolled the sinful crystal into his mouth.

"Sigh, I didn't get to lick it again. I wonder when I'll be able to lick a god."

As a demon lord, he knew all too well the benefits of having a powerful backer, and he desperately wanted to cling to such a powerful figure.

He initially wanted to curry favor with the Lord of the Underworld, but he couldn't even get into the Underworld.

……

woo-

The whistle of the train to the underworld echoed across the sea of ​​the underworld as the train began to leave the platform of hell. The elder rabbi, who had fled back to his carriage, was panting heavily in his seat, looking as if he was about to die of fright.

"I was almost eaten..."

Then he saw that the 'angel' who had taken him on a tour of hell was now sitting calmly in the seat in front of him.

[Next stop: Heaven. Passengers, please don't miss the platform.]

The train was now empty, with only a few dozen souls remaining.

“Heaven, I’m going to heaven soon.” The rabbi made the sign of the cross with his hands and prayed repeatedly: “God bless, God bless.”

The train was getting faster and faster. Before we knew it, the fog outside the train had disappeared, and the train was heading into the sky.

Golden sunlight streamed down from the sky, which, like the Earth's sky, was a clean blue.

Soon the train had arrived above the clouds, as if there were train tracks in the clouds.

The other passengers on the train pressed their faces against the windows to look out, all wanting to see what paradise looked like.

After all, it is the 'paradise' that every person on Earth knows, the most beautiful place.

As the train gradually slowed down, the departed souls saw a white building in the clouds, adorned with golden patterns, radiating a holy and gentle light.

The holy light brings peace to the souls of the dead who have experienced the terrors of hell.

The sacred building bears three large characters: "Paradise Station".

Behind the platform is a staircase made of clouds, which leads to a giant gate that is a blend of white and gold. On either side of the gate are statues of angels and colorful paintings depicting happiness and bliss.

A soft, light singing voice emanated from the giant gate, like a mother's song soothing the soul.

The words "Gates of Heaven" are inscribed above the giant gate. [Heaven Station has arrived. Passengers, please don't miss it.]

The rabbi quickly clutched the golden ticket in his hand and stepped out of the carriage, respectfully performing a salute as he passed Los Santos.

Although we do not know which angel this is, whoever it may be, the sacraments must be performed.

At the entrance to Paradise Station, there are ticket inspectors who are all Heavenly Souls who have passed the examination before taking up their posts.

"Welcome, devout saint. Please come here to have your ticket checked," the woman in a white, loose robe said gently.

"Hello, this is my ticket." The elder rabbi quickly handed over the golden ticket.

"Yes, that's right. Congratulations on your ascension to heaven."

The rabbi quickly performed the ritual, then walked towards the ladder to the Gates of Heaven. Looking up, he saw that the 'angel' had already entered the Gates of Heaven.

Los Angeles enters the gates of Heaven.

Everywhere you look, there are white clouds, and some children are playing on the clouds. There is no shortage of green grass and trees, and the buildings are relatively modern. People are wearing this kind of clothing, not all of them are wearing white robes.

Those who wear white robes are usually clergy members during their lifetime.

The skyscrapers are spaced far apart, and below them are entertainment facilities where music lovers are playing various instruments. The music heard outside the Gates of Heaven comes from them.

The past is gently blown away by the wind; the crowd has dispersed; only you walk towards me, bringing me sorrow.

The leaves sway gently as you move, falling onto my heart.

In the plaza directly opposite the 'Gates of Heaven,' which resembled an open-air opera house, people were singing happily, all watching with reverence the blonde girl playing the violin.

The girl wore a pure white dress, her eyes closed, her smile serene. Children around her held hands and sang along to her violin until the girl's violin music stopped.

A round of applause rang out.

"Wow, it sounds so beautiful! No wonder it's Joan of Arc. I'm so lucky to have heard her music. I'm so moved."

"I never imagined I'd be able to play music with Lady Joan of Arc, my God!"

"Only Lady Joan of Arc is willing to sing with us. I wonder when we will be able to see the other angels."

"You are so greedy! We are already so favored by the Lord just by seeing Lady Joan of Arc."

"Forgive me, forgive me, my Lord, I almost committed the sin of greed."

"Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc, will we be able to see the Lord?" The innocent child had no taboos and tugged at Joan of Arc's skirt, blinking his big, innocent eyes.

"Yes, Lady Joan of Arc, what does the Lord look like?"

"I really want to see God."

Joan of Arc affectionately ruffled the heads of the children surrounding her and said gently, "Lord, He is everywhere, perhaps even right beside you when you don't know it."

"He is an omnipotent god, sometimes changing the world in an instant, and sometimes walking among people like an ordinary person."

"As long as you keep your heart pure and kind, you will see it one day."

These children, all with innocent and kind hearts, left this world for various reasons.

"I follow the teachings of Lady Joan of Arc; the Lord is everywhere."

The surrounding inhabitants of Paradise all spoke from the bottom of their hearts.

They are not destined to stay in Heaven forever. If they ever tire of it, they can take a train to the Underworld to have their memories wiped away and be reincarnated.

But no one is doing that yet.

At that moment, a gentle voice came.

"Joan of Arc, how can I say you've never been in Eden? Do you prefer to stay in Heaven rather than Eden?"

Everyone was stunned. In heaven, someone was actually calling out the name of a seraph and even mentioning the Garden of Eden. Immediately, everyone looked around.

Only angels of equal rank can directly call upon the holy name of an angel, or perhaps...

Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment when she heard the voice, but then she was overjoyed and quickly looked over. She saw Saint-Louis, dressed like an ordinary person, walking towards her with a smile.

Joan of Arc hurriedly put away her violin, gently lifted her skirt with both hands, and bowed slightly: "My lord, you have actually come to Heaven in person, without even informing me to welcome you."

In front of others, especially the inhabitants of Paradise, she had to maintain proper etiquette; if it were just the two of them, she would have clung to Los Saint's arm.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding inhabitants of Paradise changed their expressions drastically. They immediately knelt down, grasped the cross hanging around their necks with both hands, closed their eyes, and silently recited holy blessings. Except for the innocent children, everyone was so excited that their faces turned red and they trembled.

Who else but God himself could be called "My Lord" by the Seraphim?

It was unbelievable that God had appeared before them.

Some of the most devout were so fanatical that they were moved to tears.

Newly deceased souls have weak bodies and do not shed tears, but as they spend more time in the underworld, their bodies will exist in a state between illusion and reality, and thus they will shed tears.

They longed to lift their heads and look up at the face of the Lord, but to look directly at God is blasphemy.

"What do you think of the paradise I have created, Joan of Arc?" Saint Los raised his hand and gently patted Joan of Arc's head as he asked.

"The most beautiful place in the world," Joan of Arc said sincerely. Although she went directly to Valhalla after her death and did not go to Heaven, her original world's Heaven must have been similar to this place.

Heaven, created by God, is undoubtedly the most beautiful place on earth.

“Haha, how about I make you the vice-ruler of this Heaven? Lucifer and Metatron are in the past, and you, Joan of Arc, are in the future.” Los Saint said with a smile, “Anyway, I want to delegate power directly to Heaven.”

"But don't be like Lucifer and go to hell."

Joan of Arc pouted upon hearing this: "How could I possibly go to hell?" She felt a little wronged. She was the most loyal to Los Saint, and she would never betray Lord Bouyère even if he betrayed her.

Moreover, Hell was only created less than a month ago, yet she could purify all the demons by releasing her holy light and divine power.

Moreover, the demons in hell are not the demons of her original world. The demons of this world are cleaners who punish and clean up the sins of evil people. They work quite hard, and basically all the filth and chaos of the underworld are left to them to deal with.

"I was just joking. You're one of my most capable assistants, so it's decided then. From now on, you'll be the vice-ruler of this paradise, the secretary of heaven, and the king of angels. All the angels born in this paradise will be under your command," Luo Sheng said with a smile.

"Yes, my lord, I will not betray your trust." Joan of Arc took the hands that were stroking her head in her hands and gently rubbed her cheeks with her palms.

“My God, you’re so beautiful.” A little girl’s head popped out from behind Joan of Arc, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Los Saint.

“You are very pretty too,” Luo Sheng said gently, patting the little girl’s head again.

At that moment, the entire heaven pulsated, and a faint, ethereal power sustained Joan of Arc, causing a golden cross to appear on her forehead.

Los Santos bound Heaven to her, allowing her to truly manage the entire Heaven from a rule-based perspective.

Heaven is small now, but it will expand and grow along with the underworld in the future.

In the future, once the underworld reaches a certain size, it will separate from Earth and become an independent dimension.

At that time, the underworld will be a super plane that connects the entire solar system.

Now that the underworld is as large as the Australian continent, it is already a plane, albeit a small one.

“My Heavenly Vice-Lord, you’d better work hard from now on. You’re practically an angel with a ‘country’ now,” Los Saint said jokingly.

Now, apart from Buyer, Medo, Baiyue Kui, and Tiamat, the gods are either the masters of an interface or the earthly rulers of a country.

The gods of his world finally began to flourish.

The Pantheon in Eden will be able to officially open once the entire world of Teyvat is conquered, and a council of the gods will be held every ten years.

Sitting on the highest throne, overlooking the gods of his own horde, the sense of pride must be overwhelming.

After saying this, Los Saint disappeared, leaving Joan of Arc with her cheeks slightly flushed from the teasing.

"He came and went again." Joan of Arc's eyes couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment. She wanted to spend more time with him, but Los Saint was busy with other things most of the time.

After a long while, the inhabitants of Heaven let out excited whispers.

They witnessed the oracle, and witnessed Joan of Arc being appointed as the vice-ruler of Heaven, the queen of angels.

Even in heaven, humans couldn't escape gossip, and soon all the residents of heaven knew about it.

The population of Paradise is not large at present, only about 200,000. Paradise, which is the size of two Taiwan islands, consists of only one city.

at the same time.

On the continent of the underworld.

The Underworld is divided into five major underworlds. The Eastern Underworld belongs to the civilization of East Asia, the Southern Underworld belongs to the civilization of the Middle East and Africa, the Western Underworld belongs to the civilization of Europe, and the Northern Underworld is more diverse, with elements from South America and Australia.

The Central Underworld is the domain under the free control of the Lord of the Underworld; she can accept the souls of the dead from whichever place she chooses.

In addition, another large island was born around the continent of the underworld. This island corresponds to the moon, and the souls of those who die on the moon will travel there by train.

At the very center of the Underworld continent, there stands the highest mountain in the entire Underworld.

The entire mountain was covered with colorful flowers and plants, with a magnificent palace complex on the summit and a huge city built around it at the foot of the mountain.

This city is no different from a modern city; you can even see the light rail in operation, and there are a few cars scattered on the wide streets, though the cars tend to be retro.

At this moment, a scribe from the underworld was carried away from the temple of the god of the underworld by his attendants. The scribe was still holding a pen in his hand and kept muttering, "Put me down! I'm still okay! I can still work! Don't try to steal my credit!"

"Sir, you should go and rest. You've been working overtime for a month, and your soul is practically transparent," the attendant complained, but his eyes were full of envy.

He wanted to work overtime, but he didn't have the talent for handling government affairs.

This is for Lord Ereshkigal to handle the affairs of the entire Underworld.

Lady Ereshkigal is the ruler of the underworld, far surpassing the ancient emperors. The governorship bestowed by Lady Ereshkigal is a divine position.

Currently, the highest divine position bestowed by Lord Ereshkigal is 'Governor of the Underworld,' the top official of the Underworld, equivalent to a seventh-order demigod. As long as the job is done well, it is easy to truly ascend to godhood and become a true god of the underworld.

Moreover, Lady Ereshkigal really does promote you as long as you work hard.

If you gave it to him, he'd rather shatter his soul than not work overtime.

Inside the Temple of the Underworld, the scribes were constantly processing the documents laid out before them, and more and more documents were being delivered.

These documents pertain to matters concerning those applying for reincarnation and various regions of the underworld.

In particular, applications for reincarnation must undergo extensive review before being allowed to have their memories erased for reincarnation.

Originally, there were only a few people, so Ellie handled everything by herself. But as the underworld grew larger and the number of dead increased, Ellie began to appoint priests to help her with miscellaneous tasks.

But she didn't slack off; she quietly reviewed the application documents in her private palace.

"Aaaaaah... There's so much, sob sob sob." The previously quiet approval documents, stamped with divine power, instantly collapsed in expression. She dropped the pen, buried her head in her hands, tears welling in her eyes, and sobbing.

"I don't even have time to go to Eden to find Los Saint, sob sob sob, when will I ever finish getting all the approvals done, sob sob sob."

(End of this chapter)