Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

If it weren't for Rentaro Satomi — if the lolis in the world of Black Bullet could be a little more ruthless and just abandon humanity to go it alone, that would be great.

With their combined strength, they are fully capable of protecting themselves and establishing their own safe zone.

If it weren't for protecting so many backstabbing, incompetent allies, and if it weren't for the desperate defense of Tokyo, what could have happened even if the Gastrea of ​​the Zodiac had come? If they couldn't win, couldn't they just run? And what were humans thinking back then?

Before I die, I must kill all the cursed children!

On one side are lolis who are eager to save humanity from the apocalypse, and on the other side are idiots who want to kill all the lolis first and drag them down with them by self-destructing.

"This world is not beautiful at all... no, there are still some beautiful landscapes..." Night.

And now, those souls that are truly brilliant and beautiful have all been gathered into Paradise by him.

The souls of people like Sima Miori, the Holy Emperor, and Tendou Kisara were also absorbed by him. Of course, even though they all entered the Golden Demon City, their treatment was different.

These are some of the few remaining consciences in the Black Bullet world, including Mr. Jiang, the supervisor, and the old man who gathered the children from the outer districts. Even if their souls enter the Temple of Heroes, they will be reborn in a peaceful, conceptual universe. As for the rest of the bad stuff, they will, of course, be used to suppress Hell!

A hellish storm constructed from the souls of a world! It binds their souls, imbuing them with an almost curse-like immortality, turning them into an infinitely usable energy source that drives them to work until they die. After death, they are resurrected and continue to operate, extracting energy from their souls, and then being reborn under the laws to continue extracting energy and repeating this process.

Although theoretically the amount of soul energy shouldn't change—energy is conserved... in reality, during this process, those painful emotions will amplify...

This is the idealistic aspect.

Let's leave idealistic matters alone. Even if an individual expands to the point of becoming a singularity or a Lostbelt, that's not necessarily a bad thing, is it?

The Golden Demon Castle unfolds—!

As if it were a signal, heroic spirits from all over the world simultaneously looked up in the direction of the Demon City.

"It's begun! The sound of the Revelation! A beautiful sound!" He was completely captivated.

"What did you say?" The London region of Britain, as the capital of England, did not perish after the apocalypse but, like Tokyo in Japan, became one of the few remaining surviving areas for humanity. And at this moment, the ruler of this country was humbly kneeling before a blond, fat man.

The seat that should have been occupied by the British president is now occupied by that blond fat man.

The reason for this situation is quite simple.

Today, the gates of Britain and neighboring France were simultaneously breached by an army of the undead. Might makes right, might makes justice, might makes beauty! The supreme leader is unquestionable. Even if the flag of that demonic empire's remnants flies opposite, now that the gates of this nation called Truth have been blasted open by cannon fire, even the President of Britain must now acknowledge the empire's legitimacy and justification. Major: "Don't you understand? God is beginning to destroy the world! God has completely abandoned this world and begun the final judgment! Humanity is meaningless, life is meaningless!"

Every word the major uttered struck the British president's heart like a hammer blow.

The other party's tone of voice seemed to possess an inexplicable magic that made him convincing, leaving the president in a strange daze and awe, his heart trembling.

Is God about to destroy the world?!

For this land deeply rooted in faith, is there anything more terrifying than hearing that their sovereign will personally destroy the world?

Is it the horn of destruction, or the great flood that will end the world?!

Ancient myths and legends began to surface in my mind.

The British president asked anxiously, "Aren't you worried at all?"

Why is the other person still sitting here so calmly?

Although his army of undead was indeed terrifying, Britain only lasted fifteen minutes longer than neighboring France before surrendering...

But if the legendary apocalypse is truly coming, the territories of England and France that he has just conquered will be destroyed in an instant! And—

"Aren't your soldiers all immortals? They've blasphemed their faith and defied the existence of that god! Aren't you worried?!"

The British President hesitated to speak.

Damn, today is definitely the craziest day of his life.

Creatures from various myths and legends, even goddesses and deities, have all come to life in this world.

The British president was even beginning to regret his decision, wondering if he should have persisted a little longer, perhaps allowing God to purge these immortal demons!

However, the major's lips curled into a mocking smile, and he calmly said, "Haven't you realized it yet, my dear friend? The calamities currently unfolding around the world all share a unique commonality—"

"What?!" The British president's heart skipped a beat, and he felt uneasy. He seemed to have guessed something.

"Heh heh... It's not just the demon king of hell who can summon demons. Rather, it's more accurate to say that all things return to one, and the source of everything in this world originates from that great being. What summons hell isn't necessarily a demon; it could also be... a god!"

"We are your black brethren from hell, the vanguard of God, the pioneers who invite you—invite this world—to descend into the depths of hell for another reunion! There is no need to panic, wait—and then, after praying, embrace hell, embrace death!"

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Chapter 156 What galaxy does the alien lady come from?

"Listen!" the major exclaimed, as if he could already hear the river, the river of death!

It was grander, more unprecedented, and more terrifying, thrilling, and exciting than the last time it happened in London, in their world!

But there is no need to be afraid—

They were already dead, and they couldn't wait to throw themselves back into the embrace of hell.

The gates of hell have been opened for them!

How many more compatriots will be lost in the depths of that abyss this time?!

However, the British president, who is clearly seen as a future "compatriot," is not yet able to accept that future, that outcome.

At this moment, he was somewhat broken down, revealing a look as if he were looking at a madman.

die?!!

He didn't want to die! It was precisely because he didn't want to die that he felt fear when facing an enemy he couldn't kill. In order to survive, even though he could have held out for a while longer and fought again, he chose to abandon the defense of the city. Thus, Britain was completely destroyed.

But now they're telling him he'll still die even if he surrenders?!

"You're kidding, right?! You're joking... right? Haha..."

"We've already surrendered, so we're on the same side!! On the same side, sir. If we're on the same side—we shouldn't be involved in the final reckoning of the Apocalypse, right?"

Forced to smile and feign composure, the British president maintained his final composure and demeanor, yet he repeatedly used the same conjunction to emphasize that what he feared most was what he pursued most, hoping to get a positive answer from the other party.

However, even the president himself should know that reality is harsh, and he is no longer a child.

Especially the devil of the Third Reich, on whom he placed his hopes!

The other party's behavior at this moment made the president, who had placed high hopes on him, look extremely unpleasant.

...Completely absorbed in his own world!! At this moment—the devil was still humming a song, completely oblivious to the situation unfolding around him, the blond fatso!!

This made him feel like a clown. In this world, he was originally a president with a very high status and identity. Even if he, as the protagonist, climbed to the end, he might not have more power than the president. But now, he had become a complete joke, a spoil of war to be played with at will by the victors of the war—a pitiful creature called a 'comrade' but not even worthy of being called a plaything.

However, if Your Excellency the President insists on thinking that way...

So, he unexpectedly guessed the truth.

If it weren't for the need to first rescue the cursed children of this region, the major would never have accepted Britain's surrender.

What he craved was an endless, uninterrupted, blood-soaked, exhilarating war!

Meanwhile—in Moscow, the post-apocalyptic ruler of this region, much like the Emperor of Tokyo, is both head of state and a member of the royal family. This comes as the world is in turmoil due to the vanguard of various armies of heroic spirits.

While similar changes were occurring in Russia, the situation was remarkably calm.

Just like the cold, frozen environment, many people were sleeping peacefully in silence.

By the time the current ruler of the royal family, who was also the princess, learned of the news, the entire Russian military system had been paralyzed due to a lack of control. Realizing that the enemy had penetrated very deeply, they were filled with panic, believing that everything except the royal palace had likely fallen, and that the outside world was now in grave danger!

In order to protect Her Highness the princess, all the remaining fighting forces around the palace were conscripted into the army and formed into a new unit to guard the palace.

however--

Apart from the ruler, no one knew that what seemed to be the last territory was actually the place that had been conquered from the very beginning.

The heroic spirit in charge of this region is currently in the royal palace.

She has lovely golden hair, big, bright blue eyes, a playful and delicate tutu, a petite and adorable appearance, and a mischievous yet captivating smile.

'Ah—it's Abby in her naughty mode.'

"Abigail Williams" is the true name of the heroic spirit that has descended this time.

—Because the kind-hearted girl disliked the gore of direct violence, she wove a beautiful "nightmare" for all the unfit individuals, leading to the current state of affairs across Russia. It was a nightmare filled with Kremlin-esque elements, capable of driving people insane yet leaving them unable to wake up, with each cycle quickly plunging them into an endless loop of despair.

As transparent and beautiful as a bubble!

Nightmares are such a torment; sometimes, the suffering you endure is so intense that it's better to just die and be done with it, thus avoiding the torment.

To be honest, this kind of kindness has a bit of a "nuclear kindness" feel to it.

But after all, he's a bad kid named Abby. At twelve, he's afraid the world isn't crazy enough, and if he's unhappy, he'll just destroy the whole world and this country.

In this distorted world, Abby's mind remained almost entirely in the state of a bad kid, and he simply couldn't resist finding some fun.

After all, she was in her kind, normal state. Anywhere she looked, any scene would bring her to tears, as if she were heartbroken to see her beloved kitten die. Because everywhere she looked was filled with pain, with twisted and cruel scenes.

Each one is a recreation of the night of the witch hunt.

It couldn't help but remind him of the witch trials of Salem...

Just as innocent people are arbitrarily killed under the guise of witches, the cursed children here are forcibly labeled monsters and tortured at will.

Abby is very angry............

Even someone as rebellious as her wouldn't secretly pull any tricks this time. Instead, she would completely obey God's command and impose sanctions on humanity in this world.

However, they weren't all bad people.

It takes an even worse Abby to punish bad people, but Abby also discovers pure souls.

Those humans who haven't yet fallen into a deep sleep are naturally the ones who slipped through the net during the trial.

Although this world is dark and cruel, there are occasionally glimpses of humanity.

At this moment, could it be said that he is a replica of the Holy Emperor? The ruler of this land is also quite an idealist, perhaps because the royal princess's power has long been usurped by her ministers. This has led to the fact that the nominal ruler of this region can only be called a princess now, and cannot even call himself an empress.

At this moment, Abby requisitioned the other party's luxurious office and used it as a temporary resting place for herself.

Perhaps because she was a Russian princess with little real power and accustomed to being powerless, she showed no tension or worry whatsoever when faced with Abby, who had caused her entire nation to fall into a coma. Instead, she was quite interested in Abby and kept asking her questions.

"Um... this lady, an alien? Where did you come from? Or rather, what galaxy are you from? I'm very curious!"

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