Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Bang!

The major revealed a chillingly bright smile, and the next moment he suddenly kicked the man in the knee, knocking him to the ground, and then kicked his head repeatedly.

He continued to kick repeatedly—only when he heard screams echoing incessantly did he feel satisfied…

"This is the kind of performance that suits you best, isn't it? Hahahaha!"

That damned blond fatso, the British president, kicked and covered in blood, finally despaired and realized that no matter how a sheep disguises itself, it can never become a wolf.

So—it really is—that god, who wasn't even prepared to let his own subordinates go?

May all souls be condemned to hell!

What kind of madness would it take? No—only a madman like the one before us would want that kind of future!

Was it simply bad luck for the British president? If someone else had descended upon this region, there might have been a possibility of communication, but the major and his men were just madmen who wanted to embrace hell. Although—if his soul's radiance wasn't up to par, no matter how much he pleaded—no one could help him.

After all, even righteous heroic spirits would never disobey the absolute commands of their gods and their lords.

In this utter despair—and amidst the fat man's gleeful laughter.

The incompetent British president once again heard the sacred chanting coming from 'heaven'.

That is the depths of the golden universe—

"The day of wrath, the end times (Diesirae, diesilla)"

All things in heaven and earth turned to ashes (solvetsaecluminfavilla)

Just as David and Sybilla prophesied (Teste Davidcum Sybilla)

People of the world, though trembling and ready (Quantustremorestfuturus)

The judge will surely come (Quandojudexestventurus).

All life and existence will be subject to severe punishment and investigation. (Cunctastrictediscussurus)

A beautiful melody resounds throughout my army; this is the signal cannon to begin the war (Tube, mirumspargenssonum Persepulcraregionum). My troops should all gather beneath this throne (Cogetomnesantethronum).

Tears and sins will be punished on that day. My noble ones, from the ashes (Lacrimosadiesilla, Quaresurgetexfavilla), so it is, God will at that time forgive them (JudicandushomoreusHuicergoparce, Deus), those of profound mercy, and today promise them eternal rest. Amen (PieJesuDomine, donaeisrequiem. Amen). (Atziluth)

Overflowing from the chaos (Du-sollst) on the day of wrath (Diesirae)!

Boom!

When the day of divine wrath was fully played, the majestic and cold tone, seemingly slow yet enunciated with great clarity, quickly resounded throughout the entire universe under the high-speed power of words.

Amidst the lightning—on the earth, countless wailing figures seemed to witness an even more terrifying scene.

In the sky—!!

From that enormous golden city in the universe, countless dense golden gases seemed to float out, eventually forming a vast expanse of countless giant skulls.

Upon closer inspection, a frightening and horrifying truth is revealed.

It was a golden ocean formed by countless, densely packed, twisted, agonizing, and wailing souls!

How many exactly?!

The amount of soul energy in the heavens—millions? Tens of millions? Or hundreds of millions?

It was a scene so numerous that it was impossible to count them with the naked eye; it was a sight that only inspired fear and horrification.

At this moment, for the first time, the human body, as living beings, clearly felt its own soul, and felt the fear that made goosebumps rise on the skin of its soul.

In that ultimate gold of death, in that endless mourning of souls, the last hope in people's hearts—the hope that this god was still merciful—was shattered!

"What...what is that?!" Faced with the absolute death aura at the cosmic level, some people were almost devoured by Gastrea, their flesh and skin constantly being eroded by the salt blizzard. Ignoring the various pains in their bodies, even though they were about to be killed by various calamities at any moment, their eyes were dulled and numb with fear, completely losing their last will to live.

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Chapter 165 Struggling in the Golden Supreme World of the Asura Path, Then Declare Destruction

Faced with this ultimate destruction.

Even those who claim to be extremely wicked and heinous would only bow their heads in fear and tremble in the face of such a large number of wailing souls!

To think that their painful pleas could awaken God's mercy and compassion is absolutely a mistake.

They actually prayed to such a god, and he still rewarded them with mercy.

Undoubtedly—after hearing the golden chant and witnessing the horrifying scene unfold from the horizon, everyone still alive on earth realized something: 'That is—this god may show mercy in some ways, but is far more ruthless and terrifying when facing enemies!'

reason?

The ocean of countless golden skulls covering the universe, enough to trigger trypophobia, is the best proof!

After realizing that praying to God was useless!

Humanity has begun its final act of self-preservation...

They mobilized their last remaining forces: fighter jets, tanks, artillery—even the Sky Ladder technology capable of firing orbital laser cannons—everything they could muster.

but--

Resistance was utterly futile!

Tank formations couldn't even stop Gastrea, let alone those giant locust beasts.

Each one can be easily torn apart, freely moving through the sky full of lasers and cannon fire, charging forward unharmed despite the explosions and taking two crunchy bites.

They would bite through sheet metal, treat airplanes like snacks, and swallow and chew artillery shells like candy.

Even if a few overly aggressive players occasionally get killed, these casualties are utterly insignificant compared to the seemingly endless stream of monsters summoned. Not to mention those monsters with powerful regenerative abilities!

Meanwhile, Accardo went completely unrestrained! He devoured countless corpses, and the River of Death grew ever larger!

In this desolate world before destruction, the power of the True Ancestors is undoubtedly terrifying.

The Blood River will assimilate all life into the dead, and to kill this phenomenon, it is necessary to defeat Alucard himself.

However, unlike in the world of Hellsong, where the physical body is a weakness.

Once Alucard's soul was bound to the Golden Demon City in this universe, he was virtually impossible to kill.

Not to mention that the power of the main body is unprecedentedly strong after being enhanced.

Although it was not the biggest of the many calamities at the beginning, it eventually grew in scale and became one of the most intractable calamities for mankind.

It's a complete mess!

The last human army, which had been organized for less than a few minutes, was completely overwhelmed.

Not to mention that many weapons, halfway through the battle, were rendered completely useless by the corrosive effects of the snow-white salt hell, eventually turning into bubbles and disappearing.

Also disappearing along with it were the skin, muscles, and finally the bones of many people.

Faced with these scenes, many people, who had lost all will to resist, simply sat down and waited to die.

Humanity is declared destroyed!

So, after humanity itself gave up on its last chance to save itself.

Only then were they given a brief respite to properly gaze upon the golden, demonic light in the sky that had brought them their final despair.

What brilliance that was!

Setting aside the terrible calamities and symbolism associated with it, it is indeed incredibly beautiful!

More magnificent than the Milky Way!

A spiritual vision arises from the golden, magical light, and humans with high spiritual perception are fortunate enough to see the essence of this light that saves from destruction.

'This deity has an excessive love for death.'

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He loved the way his subordinates died, longed for death, and valued death too much, thus lacking any sense of value in living.

Do not defile living things; you are belittling the importance of life!

'If only there could be an end, ah, if that were truly the case, how simple this world would be....... But it's not like that.'

'The future is not just the final moment; living for tomorrow does not mean yearning for the end.'

'The light is eternal; even if new energy arises, it will be swallowed up by the existing radiance. This is the weakness of this Tai Chi principle.'

'No wildflowers bloom in the wilderness... In a world of constant war, no new life is born!'

'Therefore, the ultimate fate of the world under such universal laws was already predetermined.'

'No matter how many times they multiply, they cannot form the laws of a new world. As long as humanity exists, war will continue, just like the Asura Gods endlessly fighting at the edge of the precipice. It is a law that will absolutely annihilate even the universe itself, a meaningless self-destruction through mutual destruction.'

'If we were to add a spell to this seat, this Tai Chi symbol....'

The Golden Beast—The Supreme Heaven of the Asura Path!!!!

In that instant—!

Humanity finally understood... they were right—God had already abandoned this universe!

When this demonic light fully reveals its power to all things, it is a declaration to them, announcing that their world has been defined by this Asura path, with only destruction as its sole outcome. After all, it is the precipice of endless war; apart from madmen who love war more than life, no one would want to stay in a world where no new life will ever be born again.

Endless slaughter leads to either madness or the only choice left: the self-annihilation of one's soul.

But such a thing is utterly impossible for mortals. It's truly a tragic yet pleasing thing for the gods, and a conclusion that plunges humanity, which has already given up resistance, into the deepest abyss of despair.

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Gold combined with mercury is an endless cycle of war.

Let these souls repeat this day's experience every single day, repeating the destructive stimulation of one day after another, their swelling despair—how much longing can it truly bring...?

Normally, when facing other universes that have already been mastered, Night would never engage in such destructive and wasteful behavior.

But this universe—it doesn't matter!

Even if it gets broken, it's not worth the heartache. Something that was intended to be destroyed from the beginning is utterly worthless.

There's no need to watch any further...!

At a glance, one sees either people lying in Alucard's river of blood, drowning from the natural disasters brought down by the Silver God, or humans surrounded by billions of golden souls, driven mad and falling into demonic ways as they fight each other.

You could even see some people laughing maniacally, watching their lower bodies being eaten, crawling happily on the ground, unwilling to believe the world had become like this. Their faces were contorted in pain, yet they were still shouting—'I am...'

"Dream on! When I wake up, it will all be over," such nonsensical words.