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

He paused deliberately, his face on the screen switched to a terrified emoji, and then a clone of himself appeared in front of him, acting as a guest in the program's dialogue.

"He—that 'saint,' that saint who impersonates an angel!!!"

"Oh, that's terrible! What has he done!"

"He eats children!!!"

As Vox put on his own comedic act, a picture of the cathedral in Dongjiang appeared. Vox tapped the edge of his screen with his finger, making a dull, plastic-like sound.

"Look at this! It's dark and pointed, doesn't it look like the kind of church your grandma was most afraid of? Yes, the kind that—once you go in, you never come out!"

Laughter erupted from backstage. Vox nodded in satisfaction and continued...

"My dear viewers, do you know how much I spent to invite Marquis Valak of Getia? A lot! So much that I don't even want to look at the bill! But why? Because the truth is worth the price!"

The screen displayed an analysis of the Soul Stone, an interview video with Varak, and a series of pieces of evidence. Vox leaned closer to the camera, his voice extremely low.

“That stone—it’s not salvation, my darlings. It’s a…trap! A contract to sell your soul to that robed monster! You just touch it, and without even saying ‘I do,’ your soul goes with him!”

He abruptly stepped back, covering his face with his hands and making a shocked expression.

"And then what did he do? He put your soul in a dark room and tortured it! Tortured it! Tortured it again! Just like your mother forced you to practice piano back then—but a hundred times more painful!"

The laughter from the canned food rang out again, mixed with a few fake claps.

"Don't rush, don't rush, there's more to come." Vox snapped his fingers, and an animation appeared on the screen—a sinner had his heart ripped out by a black hand and then crushed into powder.

"This is 'atonement'! See? They call this 'purification'? I call this—legal abuse!"

"Although this is just our daily routine, how can we allow such a hypocritical person to continue to wreak havoc in our world?"

Vox jumped off the anchor desk, walked in front of the camera, and his on-screen face changed to a very serious expression.

"I'm serious, this guy is a hundred times more dangerous than you think. Everything he's created is a hoax; he just wants to torture all of us at will!"

"Pentagram City! Open your eyes and see!" His voice, transmitted through countless loudspeakers, screens, and signal towers, reached every corner of the Pride Ring.

"That so-called 'martyr' is not redeeming you! He is enslaving you! He wants to turn you into his puppets, his slaves, his—sex toys!"

He held up one finger.

"But the good news is—we're still saved! VoxTek is offering a free soul contract test! Just call the number at the bottom of the screen before the show ends, and you'll find out if that strange man in the robes has secretly signed you!"

A hotline number appears at the bottom of the screen and scrolls through the screen.

Vox finally opened his arms wide and roared with the enthusiasm of a pyramid scheme leader.

“Remember! Don’t believe that fake saint! Believe me, Vox! Because I am the only truth you need! Goodnight, Pentagram City!”

After the news program, which resembled a talk show, ended, a huge VoxTek logo appeared on the screen, accompanied by a catchy advertising jingle.

Yes, this is the most authoritative and serious news media program in Hell.

This was just one of the programs that revealed Tsugumi's secrets. In the days following Tsugumi's complete break with Hell Inn, the entire media of the Pride Ring—television, radio, the internet, and even the animated advertisements printed on neon billboards—were broadcasting the same theme, exaggerating Tsugumi's threat.

3V goes without saying, and even independent media outlets not affiliated with 3V, those pirate radio stations lurking in the shadows broadcasting pirated signals, joined the frenzy. They didn't need Vox's instructions, nor did they need 3V's money. They simply sensed fear and instinctively followed suit.

Fear is the best-selling product of the Pride Ring, better than the Soul Stone. Better than a unique item. Better than sex.

Therefore, in the past few days, the number of sinners coming and going to the church has decreased sharply, almost to the point of being nonexistent.

These people were never very bright while they were alive, and they're not necessarily any smarter after they become sinners and demons. Otherwise, Vox's ridiculous anti-angel device wouldn't have sold out so quickly.

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Of course, what Vox and the others said was actually the truth.

But more than that, these sinners' reason was that they sensed the breath of war; they smelled the conflict between the Thrush River and these hellish lords.

Even if it was out of a desire to avoid trouble, these sinners probably wouldn't dare to come over until the battle between the Dongjiang River and these hell lords was decided.

Meanwhile, Tsurugi was sitting in his cathedral.

In fact, if he wanted to, he could easily use his huge number of followers to wage a war of public opinion against these hell lords.

But—is it necessary to do this?

Absolutely not, not at all.

He's too lazy to pretend anymore.

Dongjiang's original plan was to spread his contracts throughout the entire Pentagram City through disguise, missionary work, and the smuggling and trade of soul stones, and then lead all the sinners to repent.

But plans can't keep up with changes. While reading chapter 531, "The Ridiculous Offensive from the Sinners," on the book club forum, he was completely absorbed. The situation in Heaven was becoming unbearable for Tsurugi—he needed to set things right, and he had to do it before these angels did anything even more outrageous!

The seven-pointed star wheel on the dome slowly rotated, and the golden spots of light it cast swayed gently across his linen robe, like invisible snakes crawling under his skin.

He sat on the steps in front of the altar, leaning against the obsidian cross engraved with the Gospel, his hands resting naturally on his knees, his eyes half-closed.

"Well, Father, I have prepared what you requested."

A weak voice sounded in Tsurugi's ear. He opened his eyes and saw a demon resembling a cobra looking at him hesitantly.

"Shall we use it now?"

"Ah, Pantheon, my child, come here." Tsurugi beckoned to the sinner named Pantheon with a broad smile, gently touching his forehead, and smiling sincerely.

He rarely showed such kindness to criminals, not even to someone like Angel. Pancius was one of the very few exceptions.

The existence of this little snake can be seen as direct evidence of how unreasonable the lazy governance of Heaven is.

Pensius's crime was 'failure to report'. He was an inventor living in the Victorian era who witnessed a murder, and the murderer was one of his major clients.

But out of a desire to protect himself, Pantheon did not choose to call the police, and this guy later killed many, many people—that guy was probably Jack the Ripper.

For this reason, Pantheon fell into hell. If anything, he committed a banal sin, but even in the strictest version of the Bible, this is a hidden clause, yet it happened to be effective here.

The biggest reason for Pantheon's descent into hell was that he believed he deserved to go to hell—and so he ended up there, forced to fight a brutal battle with a large group of serial killers and psychopaths.

Tsurugi cannot say that Pantheon is innocent, but the mistakes he made are not enough to warrant eternal torment—and it is clear that there is definitely more than one case like Pantheon's in hell!

How many of those who die each year in the mass extinction, slaughtered simply because they have no place to live, are in this situation?

Are you ready to go to heaven with me?

“Father, I…” Pantheon opened his mouth, speaking nervously.

"But I have never truly atoneed for my sins. Do I really deserve to go to heaven?"

"Of course there is. When you feel guilty about your actions, you are already reflecting on them. And when you dedicate yourself to my cause, it means you are practicing our goodness."

Tsuruga gently stroked Pantheon's forehead and whispered...

"So, is what I asked you to make ready?"

"It can be launched at any time, Father, at any time." Panxius straightened his expression, because invention was the only thing he could be proud of.

"That device can send your powdered soul stones into the sky above Pentagram City, mixing them with the blood rain as they fall, but—are you sure it will work?"

"Of course, it can't force my child," Tsugumi said with a kind smile.

Grinding the Soul Stone into powder and releasing it into the clouds to mix with the blood rain would naturally neutralize the forced contract effect. However—he had already made enough of a force to bring everyone who had been drenched in the rain into his dreams that night, while simultaneously showering his power upon the Ring of Pride!

Now that the war has begun, he has no intention of dragging things out. Instead, he is prepared to lead the entire Pentagram City in a thorough purification and war!

How ridiculous that these sinners resorted to propaganda warfare right away? Is this a female-oriented website?

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"Since they are unwilling to honestly atone for their sins, then let's have a war, a thorough and complete war!"

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Splash splash~~~

Crimson blood rained down on Shirley's head as she sat alone on the hotel's rooftop, next to the Alastor broadcasting studio, lost in thought.

Several days later, Angel's words still lingered in her mind. She really couldn't understand it, and she also felt that what Angel said might be true.

Perhaps she really was too arrogant.

She never truly understood Angel's situation, never touched upon Angel's past and inner world, and didn't even know about Angel's sins, so how could she have talked about helping him atone for them?

She could have easily used her power and influence as the Princess of Hell to snatch Angel's soul directly from Valentino's grasp. Why didn't she do that...?

Because she wanted to redeem everyone, including Valentino, she displayed an almost arrogant and unbearable saintly heart—

To possess the power to change everything, yet choose to promote so-called moral justice, is nothing short of an arrogant and cruel act of detachment.

But then Shirley thought of her mother, Lilith. Seven years ago, Lilith wanted to unite the power of Hell and wage war against Heaven, but she suddenly left without saying goodbye. If her mother were here, would she agree with Tsurue's actions?

Only through such cruel torture can a sinner be exonerated, and some sinners may never be exonerated, destined to suffer endless torment...

A terrifying and horrifying aura suddenly rose from the direction of the cathedral.

Shirley suddenly looked up, but the next moment—she found herself in a black and white world!

"Welcome, Princess."

The voices from the depths rose from beneath the black ocean, revealed by countless wails.

"Welcome to my Sea of ​​Hatred before I sacrifice the entire Ring of Pride."

"Now, let me express my hatred for you and... your eternal suffering in the future."

In the endless black ocean, a terrifying behemoth slowly emerges from the surface in the darkness.

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532. The embodiment of hatred

The waves crashed against the rough rock face, their sound echoing in the empty night sky like a heavy sigh.

This is a pitch-black ocean, deep, dark, and devoid of light.

Shirley stood before this dark ocean, atop a massive black stone monument.

She looked around, and it wasn't just her—there were many people there; it seemed all the demons of the Pride Ring were there!

Some of them pointed in horror at the undulating black sea and screamed, while others even fell in.

What they saw before them was a horrifying sight, one that even the nightmares of sinners had never witnessed.

The seawater was boiling, viscous and slowly churning, like a giant hand gently clenching its fist underwater. Faces emerged from the water. Countless faces. They had no complete bodies, only twisted skulls and remnants of rotting flesh, surging up from the depths, densely packed across the entire body of water.