Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

"You're Lucifer's daughter and you don't even know that?"

"Please, I'm not even four hundred years old!" Xia Li's little face was full of grievance.

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　As she said, although her parents were tens of thousands of years old in terms of generation and age, she, Shirley Morningstar, was indeed a young girl born in the Victorian era.

Of course, to be honest, there aren't many arrogant villains or demons who are more senior than her these days, but considering her status, she is indeed too young.

“But if this trend continues, is there any need for this hotel to stay open?” Nefertie blinked her one eye, shaking her head and laughing.

"It is necessary, of course it is very necessary."

Alastor appeared out of nowhere, lightly tapped Nefertti's head with his cane, and looked at Shirley with a forced smile.

"That saint is not as simple as you think. The most direct question is—whether he is Jesus or not, why is he here?"

“Perhaps he came of his own accord, like an angel. But—” Alastor’s voice trailed off, carrying a deeper meaning.

"Who can guarantee that his path to salvation is correct? After all, if he cannot reach heaven, can his teachings still be upheld?"

"Of course it's meaningful! Perhaps Mr. Martyr can transform Pentagram City into a civilized and loving place, instead of demons killing each other every moment!" Shirley exclaimed excitedly.

Alastor's gaze lingered on the innocent princess for a few seconds, then he tilted his head with a strange smile.

"Really? Congratulations then, but—don't forget your place."

Having said that, Alastor's crimson eyes flashed with a deeper meaning, while Shirley, as if suddenly remembering something, slapped her forehead and said...

"Oh, right! Damn, I forgot!"

She took out her phone, opened her contacts, and looked at the familiar number that she hadn't contacted in seven years. She hesitated for a while before finally mustering the courage to dial his number.

After a brief interruption, Shirley took a deep breath and spoke.

Hello, Dad.

……

The sublime performance has been completed.

When Dongjiang stopped, he understood that with just this one move, hundreds of thousands of sinners in the entire Pentagram City had become his 'apostles'.

Their souls are trapped in the Soul Stone, tormented by the madness of the hatred they themselves generate.

"Very good, very good..."

As Tsurugi sensed the suffering and struggle of these sinners' souls, he chuckled softly.

The number of criminals in Pentagram City is not very large, perhaps because the massacre was very efficient, and the population of the entire Pride Ring has been maintained at a fairly... conservative level.

However, this is just right for Tsugumi, since torturing too many people would be too much—

This lamb's skin can no longer be properly disguised.

"Hello, this... 'Jesus,' would you be interested in an exclusive interview with us?"

Vox was almost the first to rush to Tsurugi's side, directing his drone's camera to be aimed at her, her face on the television screen full of feigned friendliness and interest.

As a media professional, how could he possibly let go of such a hot news story?

Whether he is really Jesus or not, the interview will definitely get high viewership! However—Vox's interview is naturally not entirely benevolent.

“Just say what you want to ask, Mr. Vincent,” Tsugumi said softly, looking at the coldness hidden beneath Vox's enthusiasm and the burning jealousy within.

"How the hell did you know..." Having his human name called out in an instant, Vox was initially startled, but quickly regained his composure, forcing a fake, nonchalant smile.

"It doesn't matter, these names are meaningless. So, Mr. Martyr, what are your thoughts on joining the ranks of the Lords of Hell?"

Although Dongjiang has no businesses in Pentagram City, the power he displayed... (Chapter 797 is now available online, click http://...)

But—that's on the premise that he's really willing to join the Lords of Hell, and that's the malicious intent hidden in Vox's interview.

If he joins, his sainthood will inevitably be questioned; if he doesn't, Vox can then claim that he is not on the same side as Hell at all.

Faced with Vox's question, which was wrong no matter how she answered, Tsugumi tilted her head and said softly.

"Do you hate Alastor? I can sense it, Vox. You have very complicated feelings about the Broadcast Demon."

Is this feeling hatred? Or love? Or perhaps a longing for approval?

"What? What the hell are you spouting—" Vox looked panicked, then furious, and immediately denied it.

However, just before he cut off the live stream, Tsugumi suddenly realized and said...

"So that's how it is. Your feelings for Alastor are actually...fatherly love!"

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Among the sinner lords who appeared, Vox's strength was actually quite formidable, even comparable to the highly skilled Camille in Tsurugi's opinion.

Furthermore—Tsugumi, who is well-versed in the power of the media, clearly knows the source of this power: attention, hot topics, and idol worship, and Vox does this very well.

The media industry in Pentagram City has been completely monopolized by the 3Vs, with Vox holding the dominant position. His deep narcissism largely stems from the shaping of this power.

Unfortunately, the area of ​​Pentagram City is still too small, and with the regular annual cleanup, the pool that can provide Vox with long-term stable power is too shallow. Moreover, there is a sinner demon in this area who is always vying with Vox for dominance.

Broadcast Demon Alastor

In terms of the power and influence of both sides, radio, as an old medium, could never possibly defeat new media. But—this is hell. Limitless pleasure is just the surface; the underlying tone here is always violence and fear.

Moreover, Alastor's greatest strength does not come solely from his authority, as can be seen from the fact that he was able to maintain his power even after being missing for seven years. Tsuruga is also very curious about the source of that power that seems to be constant within him.

However, right now, Tsurugi was merely retaliating against Vox for trying to set a trap by exposing his little scheme.

"What the hell are you spouting?!"

Although the live stream was cut off, Vox still knew that Tsurugi's words must have been leaked. The television-head, who had just been acting like a cold, capitalist, suddenly seemed to lose his mind in anger and rage, screaming in embarrassment and fury.

He knew that someone must have seen and heard this!

Damn, what will Valentino think? Playing father-son game with him? Will Vivian laugh at him? What will his employees think of him?

Most importantly—Alastor, that bastard probably heard it too!!!

"I never lie; I'm just stating the truth." Tsurugi looked at Vox with a strange gaze, and said with great interest.

"This fervent attempt to surpass Alastor and gain his approval and submission is a manifestation of a child's attempt to transcend patriarchal authority. Let me see... do you hate him because he refuses to join your ranks?"

"He rejected you, mocked you, and denied you, so you're working so hard just to prove him wrong?"

"I kill you!!!"

Enraged that his true thoughts had been exposed, Vox attacked Tsurugi, his deadly electric wires instantly wrapping around her from all directions.

However, these attacks couldn't even break through the light shield attached to the surface of the Thrush. Instead, at the moment of contact, Vox let out a shrill cry.

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A scream erupted, and the entire flat-screen TV's screen displayed a series of static and the word "logging" amidst the wailing sounds!

"Vox, you idiot!!!"

A demon lord, resembling a doll, dressed in fashionable and flamboyant clothing, with a head of flamboyant wine-red hair, cursed as he approached, pulling Vox over and watching Tsurugi warily.

Dongjiang looked at her, then at the other sinner lords walking over, and said quietly.

"I don't want to get involved in your games, your conspiracies and schemes. Go ahead and carve up your territory, I don't care."

"I am here only to redeem everyone in this broken hell. If you are willing to convert, then come on in. If you are not willing, then please leave."

Having said that, he turned and walked into the church. As the doors of this hellish cathedral closed, a golden glow that repelled the demons emanated from it.

"...Let's go."

Camilla left with a cold face after being turned away. Although Tsurugi refused to associate with them, it was undeniable that a powerful figure who could not be ignored had been born in the Pride Ring from this day forward.

She glanced back at the resurrected demons, and a unique fear and chill made her clench her fists.

"So, this is what your relationship with Vox was like?"

Meanwhile, at the Hell Hotel, facing Vicky's question, which was tinged with both mockery and curiosity, Alastor shrugged and answered with a distorted, electric laugh.

"I don't know what that TV set-top box was thinking, but me? I don't remember ever having such a person in my life? Anyway, I'm not interested in television technology at all, hahaha!"

"Anyway, I'm going to visit an old friend. See you later," Alastor said, then, without waiting for their reply, he disappeared into the shadows beneath his feet and vanished.

"Yes, Dad, no... We can meet and talk."

"How did the conversation go? What did your dad say?" Vicky immediately changed the subject after Shirley hung up the phone.

"He said... he could help me contact people in Heaven, and I can go see them today." Shirley gripped her phone and sighed.

"But as for how to go to heaven, he said he didn't know. However, after I told him about Mr. Martyr, he became a little excited. We made an appointment, and he asked us to make an appointment with Mr. Martyr in advance as well."

"What? Lucifer! Shouldn't we tidy up the inn right away, at least make it look—something decent?" Vicky asked anxiously.

"Haha, I'm going to give him a crown made of insects!!!" Nefertie laughed, holding up a crown made of cockroaches.

"No, no way!!!" x3

The inn's inhabitants sprang into action, and in terms of actions alone, there was no doubt that the name Lucifer Morningstar was far more intimidating than his overly kind daughter.

But just as they continued their deep cleaning—

BOOM! ! !

The inn's door was suddenly blasted open by a bomb, billowing thick smoke, but the bomb's destructive power wasn't that great. Inside, there was a strange smell of gunpowder mixed with caramel.

A demonic figure emerged from the thick smoke. She looked somewhat like Nefertiti, both being one-eyed, but she was larger. She wore a pink and purple sequined crop top and blue denim shorts, and carried a bomb in her hand.

"Good evening, you bastards! Where's my melancholy little darling? I'm here to indulge him!"

"Cherry!!!" Shirley exclaimed the other person's name—Cherry Bomb, the hellish name she had given herself, one of Angel's few friends.

"She's in the room upstairs, and hasn't come out all day," Hesker said weakly as he returned to the bar to continue wiping the endless stream of glasses.

"Oh, thank you, you're still so thoughtful, Little Mustache!" Cherry Bomb exclaimed, then rushed upstairs without stopping.

“Shirley, sometimes I really feel like this hotel is no different from a public restroom,” Vicky sighed, looking at the messy entrance.

"We can be more tolerant, after all..."

Before Shirley could finish speaking, Cherry Bomb rushed down again, this time dragging Angel down with her, and then angrily said...

"What happened? How did this little bitch become like this?!"

On the other side, a cannibal town