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

"Because he cannot harm any sinner, hahahahaha! The King of Hell cannot harm even the most insignificant sinner!!!"

Adam, as if venting his emotions, blurted out everything he knew. He looked at Tsurugi and said in an almost desperate voice...

"And those sinners, those damned bastards, they are also my descendants, yet they have irredeemably chosen to hurt each other! In that case, why should I care about them or take care of them?"

"Go to hell, let them all go to hell! This is the only way I can atone for all the other harmed children, for all my other normal children!!!"

"What can you do? What can I do? That's just how the world is. That's how heaven created hell!"

“Then let’s make changes,” Tsugumi said bluntly.

"If there's a problem with hell, change hell; if there's a problem with heaven, change heaven! Even if it means heaven falling, the wrong things must be corrected!"

Tsurugi didn't comment much on Adam's attitude at the moment, but he did reveal a valuable piece of information.

"...Ha, that's easy for you to say!" Adam snorted and turned his head away.

Then Tsuruga watched as Shirley and Adam, completely broken down, started singing to each other.

Hmm, Adam's rendition of "Thrush" sounds familiar. Isn't that the song the old man sang when he first possessed him? So that old man really knew about this world!

After arriving in this world, many familiar things gave Tsurugi a strange feeling—this world might really have some inseparable, intricate connection with the old man above.

But why doesn't he care... Never mind, there's no point in thinking too much about questions that won't get answers.

But one thing is certain—the mass extinction is imminent, and the enraged Adam wants to thoroughly purge the Pride Ring.

"You're all going to die, especially you—Tsurugi!"

Adam said fiercely, calling out Tsurugi's real name as he looked at her, then slammed the door shut.

"How could this be... Why don't they listen to me at all?"

Shirley sat helplessly by the door, sighing, while Tsurugi looked down at this wretched daughter of Lucifer and said indifferently.

"Because you are too arrogant, Shirley Morningstar."

Xia Li looked up at Dongjiang in disbelief. At this moment, the saint was no longer the kind and compassionate man he usually was; instead, he looked at Xia Li with a disdainful gaze.

“I retract my assessment, Your Highness. You really are like Lucifer’s daughter. You are just like him, full of self-righteous arrogance—the arrogance of thinking you can be the savior.”

He paused, then chuckled.

"If this hell was truly created as in that ridiculous fairy tale, then you are no different from your father. He created hell for the sake of human freedom, and you, naturally, think of yourself as the savior of every subject, wanting to save each and every one of them."

"Is there anything wrong with this?" Shirley stood up, took a deep breath, and looked at Tsugumi.

"How is what I do any different from what you do?"

"I consider myself better because I truly can be better. And there's a clear scale within me; I know who should be saved, and who shouldn't and isn't worth saving," Tsurugi said softly, stroking the seven-pointed star wheel on her back.

"But you—your complete lack of achievement stems from your arrogant 'philanthropy.' A person who loves everyone is a person who loves no one; a person who tries to save everyone ends up saving no one!"

With that, he turned and left, leaving behind a dejected Shirley Morningstar.

……

3V Tower, top floor.

Inside the top floor of this tallest building in the entire Pride Ring lies Valentino's territory.

Everything here is red; red light pours down from the ceiling, like diluted blood. Red velvet curtains hang from the top of the floor-to-ceiling windows, shutting out the incessant noise.

The air was filled with the strong scent of cedar, Valentino's favorite perfume, so strong that you could almost taste it—sweet, spicy, and suffocating.

In the very center of the room was a huge director's chair.

The chair back was about two meters high, carved from dark red wood, and topped with a moth with outstretched wings made of real gold, reflecting a sickly sheen under the red light. At this moment, Valentino was sitting in that chair, looking down at Angel.

He wore a dark purple velvet suit jacket, a thin gold chain around his neck, and his head and face were shaped like a strange moth, its wings folded into what appeared to be a cape that enveloped him.

At that moment, he was slowly drawing circles on the face of the person in front of him with a slender pipe with a ruby ​​inlaid at the end.

Angel knelt on the ground, letting Valentino slowly tap his head with the tip of his pipe, one tap at a time. Judging from the wounds all over his body, he had clearly suffered a lot of inhuman treatment.

“Look at me, Angel baby,” Valentino said, his voice as sweet and sticky as melted caramel.

Angel did not react.

“I said look up at me, you bitch!” Valentino plunged the tip of his pipe deep into Angel’s shoulder, his voice turning violent and impatient.

Angel slowly raised his head, his expression so calm it was almost empty, his pink eyes not even reflecting Valentino's image.

The moth demon's antennae twitched; he hated that damned expression.

“Tell me, my little spider.” He leaned down, the tip of his pipe touching Angel’s chin, lifting his face higher.

"What's wrong with you yesterday and today? Hmm? Was my script not good enough? Was my lighting not nice enough? Or—do you think that just because you checked into that stupid hotel, you can say 'no' to me?"

Angel didn't answer, but his lips moved slightly.

Valentino squinted, moved his pipe away, turned his head, and brought his ear close to Angel's mouth.

“…I confess my sins to You, my evil is ever before me…” Angel’s voice was very soft, so soft as to sound like the wind coming from a distant place.

"...Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow..."

"What are you reading?" Valentino straightened up, his smile vanishing.

"...for I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me..."

“I’m asking you what the hell you’re reciting!” Valentino slammed his pipe down on Angel’s shoulder, the bone cracking with a sharp, teeth-grinding sound. Angel’s body slumped to one side, but her face remained expressionless; only her lips continued to move.

803

"...I have sinned against You, you only, and done this evil in Your sight..."

Valentino stood up, his antennae twitching angrily, and his wings suddenly spread, completely blocking out the light behind him and casting a huge, moth-shaped shadow on Angel.

"You want atonement?" His voice suddenly became very low, so low it was like thunder rolling in his chest. "You want redemption? You want heaven?"

Valentino sneered, his smile pure and undisguised cruelty.

"Fine, you want pain? I'll give it to you!"

He snapped his fingers, and Angel's body tensed up abruptly.

It wasn't physical pain—it was the excruciating pain of having one's soul torn apart. Valentino grasped her soul contract, and although Angel's soul was no longer in his body, Valentino's hell contract took precedence.

Therefore, he was suffering two kinds of pain at almost the same time: one from self-redemption and the other from Valentino's direct torment.

This pain even affected the soulless body; his lips stopped moving, his teeth biting his lower lip so hard it split open, dark red blood dripping down his chin onto her gray sweater. His hands gripped his thighs tightly, his nails digging into his skin, leaving ten deep, bloody gashes on the demon's skin.

"Angel, darling, I didn't want to hurt you like this, but you forced me to." Valentino looked at the pained Angel and smiled insincerely.

"Your soul is in my hands. Know your place. That princess can't protect you, and neither can that saint. No one can save you!!!"

"Val!" Vox flung open the door, his face grim as he stared at Valentino, who was torturing Angel.

"Throw this trash out right now, we're in trouble!"

Trinity Kill Kill Kill: 524. Reclaim Angel

"Are you in pain, Angel?"

In the endless, turbulent sea of ​​hatred, Angel's soul rose once more, and this time he saw the Thrush again.

Walking on the water, the disguised saint looked down at the sinking sinners and spoke in a truly compassionate voice.

"Your atonement is nearing completion, your soul is about to be free. Do you have anything to say?"

Angel stared blankly at the sky, his soul shattered by countless repetitions of pain.

He no longer had the strength to curse, question, or plead, for he knew it was all in vain; this terrifying saint was focused on getting them to atone—and asked for nothing more.

"Don't worry, that moth's contract won't be able to control your soul anymore," Tsurugi said slowly.

"Although you gave it yourself, I will protect the soul of the innocent after you have atoneed for your sins."

“…You will die too.” Angel suddenly spoke.

Tsuruga frowned slightly, only to see Angel suddenly open his mouth like a puppet, uttering words he would never have said himself.

“I saw the pentagram disappear into the sky, and the chains that bound the king broke.”

"Hate reigns supreme, but in the end, it will fall to her."

"The lambs will devour their shepherds! The spear of holy light will pierce the heart of hatred!"

Tsugumi watched Angel's frenzied behavior with great interest, tilting her head and finding it quite amusing.

"So—is this your prophecy? And who are you? Hiding behind sinners, hiding behind fear?"

Angel was no longer speaking; the power had detached from him, and the endless sea of ​​hatred had once again dragged him into the abyss.

He only needs one last painful act of atonement before he can be free.

The river departed from the sea where souls interacted and returned to the cathedral.

He issued commands to all the believers in the city of the pentagram.

—Let's set off to meet our brothers.

At the same time, tens of thousands of sinners and demons in the entire city of Pentagram suddenly stopped what they were doing and headed in the same direction.

The lords discovered the turmoil, and the clever ones even realized that almost all of these sinners were the same sinners who had been 'resurrected' by the Tsurugi River some time ago.

Some frightening signs have emerged, but these are no longer ripples on the lake's surface; they are boulders crashing into the water.

They gathered together, from one or two, to one or two groups, and finally became a torrent that the entire city of Pentagram could not ignore!

These demons, silent and unsettling, gathered together in one place under the watchful eyes of the entire Pentagram City.

3V Tower

At that moment, Vox was busy working on a script for a program that smeared Dong Dangjiang and attacked his image as a religious figure. Just then, Vivian, who was watching videos nearby, suddenly screamed.

"Vox!!! This place is surrounded! What trouble have you gotten yourself into now?!"

"What?" Vox's TV face twitched, turned into electricity and disappeared from the spot, and the next moment it appeared on the top of the 3V tower.

Looking down at the dense, lush mass of sinners, Vox gasped.

He tried to recall how many bad things he had done—but the process was far too lengthy; he had done far too many bad things.

But which lord's power could be so great that he could summon so many demons to surround this place?

"I paid you to come here and watch a show, not to be here! Get these poor bastards out of here!"