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

Is it inconvenient for him to appear in person, so he sent his wife instead? Or is it that neither Lilith nor he is in a convenient position to appear in person at this moment?

"Shirley, stand up."

Lilith stood there, and the dignified Queen of Hell reached out and took her daughter's hand.

Shirley's body felt as if it were ignited from within. She didn't know where that power came from—perhaps from her blood, perhaps from the bloodline of her mother, whom she had never met, the legendary mother who bestowed power upon all of hell through her song. She stood up.

“Mom…” Her voice choked with emotion.

Lilith looked at her. She neither laughed nor cried. She simply looked, as if trying to make up for every moment missed in those seven years with that single glance.

"Your singing brought you magic, or rather, it awakened within you a power from the abyss, allowing you to use it for your own purposes..."

As the tide receded, the Kingdom of Hatred, lurking beneath the waves, reached out its hand to Lilith and said in a low voice...

"But in the end, you are nothing but a sinner, and you cannot save this depraved and disgusting abyss from my hands."

“Shirley, there’s not much I can do to help you. I’m not in hell, I can only help you to the best of my ability,” Lilith said earnestly, holding Shirley’s hand.

"I will awaken you to stop him, to stop the King of Hatred! Before he corrupts the pentagram of the sky and drags everyone into the abyss of sin!!!"

"Mom—" Shirley looked at her mother, wanting to speak.

Lilith had already turned her head to look at the giant hand reaching out from the abyss.

She took a deep breath, slowly opened her mouth, and this time, it wasn't a languid whisper or a song, but just a single sound—

"Wake up!!!!!"

The mantra for awakening!

The song was merely a vessel for magic; in essence, words could also be used. And the next moment, with this call, the black ocean cracked in the sound waves, like a mirror struck by a hammer, with cracks spreading from the center in all directions, each crack emitting blinding light.

The souls of sinners who had just fallen and were soaking in the sea were struck by the beam of light and floated upwards one by one, like dandelions scattered by a storm. Their screams turned into gasps, their gasps into cries, and their cries into silence.

The dream shattered.

It was as if someone had punched the glass dome from the outside, shattering the fragments in the air, which then vanished into nothingness. The black seawater, the giant hand covered in white bones, the claw gripping the edge of the stone tablet—everything melted away in the white light, like snow falling into boiling water.

Shirley opened her eyes.

She sat on the rooftop of the inn, rain lashing her face. Blood-red rain. The Arrogance Ring, an eternal, immortal, curse-like rain of blood, swirling above her head.

But the power of the King of Hatred is no longer there, nor is the curse that dragged everyone into his soul, into the realm of hatred.

“Mom…” Shirley sobbed softly, but she knew this was not the time to continue being weak and giving up.

Almost simultaneously, cries, screams, roars, and other different sounds rang out from every corner of the Pride Ring.

It's like a drowning person being finally pulled ashore, instinctively and uncontrollably squeezing out a scream from the deepest part of their throat when they inhale air for the first time.

Some of the sinners who were dragged into the dream and imprisoned by the blood rain of the Dongjiang River have awakened, while others have fallen forever into the sea of ​​hatred.

Camilla held her daughter, her fingers trembling. Her daughter was crying, and she was suppressing her own sobs. Her husband's face, the face she had locked in the iron coffin with her own hands, kept echoing in her mind in her dreams.

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Camilla held her daughter, her fingers trembling. Her daughter was crying, and she was suppressing her own sobs. Her husband's face, the face she had locked in the iron coffin with her own hands, kept echoing in her mind in her dreams.

The sins of the past will not disappear just because you have climbed to the position of a sinner lord. Just because you can't see them doesn't mean they don't exist. You who talk about family and love will pay the most painful price for these sins sooner or later!

"Assemble." Camilla stood up, her voice hoarse, then almost screaming.

"Gather everyone who can get a weapon, everyone who doesn't want to become a screaming thing inside that rock—kill that guy!!!"

Upon waking from her dream, Zai Sixiu remained as composed as ever. She simply brushed the dust off her robe and turned around, but her back was hunched, as if she had aged four hundred years overnight.

Vox scrambled to his feet from the 3V tower floor. The television screen was filled with static, and his voice, trembling with rage, was broken and fragmented.

"Um, F, F, F, Fuck, Fuck, I want to kill, kill, kill, torture, torture, torture him to death!!!"

Valentino and Violet beside him were in equally bad shape, with the latter being the worst off! Even after being awakened by Lilith, as the only sinner lord in the 3V who fell into that black ocean, a part of her soul was torn away forever.

Vox issued a rallying cry over the radio.

This time, there were no fancy stand-up comedy routines, no canned laughter, no memes. He just screamed into the microphone.

"They're coming to kill us, enslave us, and torture us! Bring all your lives, every single one of them, and kill him! Kill him!!!"

"If you don't want to really live in hell, join us and raze that church to the ground!!!"

Valentino stood by the window of the 3V Tower, watching the surging crowd below, his antennae trembling slightly. In his hand, he still held Angel's soul contract, the parchment that had been tattered and largely rendered ineffective by the power of the Tsurugi River. He held the parchment up to his face, looking at the slowly fading words on it.

Even a soul contract cannot restrain him. One can imagine that if they fall into this guy's hands, no one will be able to protect them!

"Fuck." He crumpled the parchment into a ball, tossed it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it.

Then he picked up his pistol, opened the window, and fired three shots into the sky.

Camilla's armory was fully open. It was the largest, most secretive, and deadliest armory in the Pride Ring, filled with Angel Steel—modified silver metal capable of killing both angels and demons—recovered from the battlefields of the Great Extinction over the past few decades.

She stood personally at the warehouse entrance, and she would give a weapon to everyone who passed by.

The arms dealers are distributing weapons for free, with the sole purpose of killing someone who is trying to atone for their sins.

As for Alastor, he had been staying in Rosie's territory, as if he had anticipated all of this. The cunning Alastor and Rosie's army of ogres had already entered a state of war.

Those cannibals, dressed in Victorian gowns and top hats, with skin as pale as the dead and eyes as black as deep wells, needed no orders. They drew their weapons: their own teeth and nails. These things wouldn't be considered weapons anywhere else. But in their hands, they were the deadliest weapons.

Alastor stood in the center of the ogre community, looking up in the direction of the cathedral.

His expression remained that unchanging fake smile. But in his eyes was a kind of almost manic relief.

“Finally,” he said softly.

"Come on, my dear little pumpkin, let's go together!" Rosie said with a fake smile, grabbing Alastor's hand and pointing in the direction of the Hell Hotel.

"Let us bring her army to our beloved Princess Morning Star!"

Tsugumi stood atop the cathedral, overlooking the surging crowds of Pentagram City. His hair was blown by the wind, like wings spreading in the darkness.

He woke up, and in that instant, the power that Lilith mobilized was extremely strong—but because of this, he seemed to have finally come into contact with the power of the deepest abyss of this world's hell.

He was absolutely certain that he could change the rules of this hell.

"Kill that priest! Grind his bones to dust! Throw his body into the latrine!!!"

"This is our world, our city, it's none of his business!!!"

"We don't need atonement; indulgence and freedom are our natural rights!"

The procession converged into a river, with millions, even tens of millions, of sinners pouring out from every corner of this sinful city, bringing with them anger, hatred, and fear.

Tsurugi felt the anger, hatred, horror, fear, and desire to escape of these sinners. He listened to their curses, slander, contempt, and threats.

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These people are beyond redemption, both in terms of possibility and necessity.

Having witnessed his crimes, anyone who still dares to take up arms and confront him in the streets at this moment is 100% beyond redemption.

Sinners living in hell, in order to avoid truly suffering in hell, do everything in their power to resist him.

Funny, ridiculous.

Tsurugi looked at the pentagram above his head. He needed some time to activate himself—so now was the time for his followers to sacrifice themselves for him.

"Then let's begin, let the seeds of hatred be sown throughout the city."

"Delay it and let me finish revising the rules of this disgusting hell."

As his hellish figure appeared before the army surrounding the cathedral, one after another, the sinful demons controlled by Dongjiang, who comprised a third of the total population of Pentagram City, walked before them like walking corpses.

Their expressions were empty, yet tinged with a strange fanaticism and elation. They stood in front of their fellow sinners, refusing to let them get any closer.

"The martyrs will lead us into heaven!!!" they shouted fervently.

"We will enter the capital, while you will be forever trapped in this hell!"

"Do not approach the martyr, he is our only hope!!!"

Faced with the obstruction of these unarmed believers, the sinners naturally had nothing to say. Bullets from the guns tore their bodies and flesh apart.

But faced with death, they showed no fear; instead, they raised their hands high towards the cathedral, shouting fervently.

"Great martyrs, kings of hatred, we offer up everything!!!"

Pfft!!

The next moment, their flesh and blood exploded instantly, then converged and dissolved into a lotus flower of flesh and blood. Then, one lotus flower after another converged and merged.

Finally, standing still were one after another enormous and terrifying demons!

They were not sinners or demons like Fury, but true, pure monsters that existed only in the deepest recesses of nightmares. Their bodies were pieced together from countless broken bones, each filled with dark red, slowly pulsating chunks of flesh.

Its head has no face, only a huge mouth full of sharp teeth that splits from the top of its head to its lower jaw, with blue soul stones embedded deep inside.

The same thing was happening on every street, in every alley, and behind every window around the cathedral.

One by one, the believers who had been "redeemed" by Dongjiang tore open their chests, revealing the pulsating soul stone within. Their bodies disintegrated, reformed, and expanded in the light, transforming into one after another gigantic, faceless demons covered in bones.

Some of them resemble spiders, with the joints of their eight legs bent in the opposite direction, climbing vertically on the walls of buildings; some resemble worms, with their bodies divided into dozens of segments, each covered with inward-curving barbs; some resemble moths, with wings that have no scales, only a transparent, blood vessel-covered membrane.

Thousands of these monsters appeared, blocking the path of the sinners' army, who, just moments before, were now screaming and howling under the onslaught of these nightmares that defied their reason.

The entire city of Pentagram was filled with pain and wails under Dongjiang's wave of his hand; the screams of sinners sounded like heavenly music to his ears!

At the same time, golden light emanated from the top of the church, traversing the pentagram and shaking heaven.

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534. Adam: You're going a bit too far...

Heaven, the land of the best

Even so, the heaven of this world is clearly still a rather concrete and abstract place.

You can simply think of it as a vast golden city built on clouds and encased in glass.

No worries, no theft or conflict, sunshine, positivity, purity, and—boredom.

Or rather, there are virtually no entertainment options here that are considered 'illegal' or 'excessive' in human society—after all, this is paradise, and there's obviously no place for big swords here.

Of course, this boredom is based on the comparison with the overly exciting and horrific place of hell. Considering that people who go to heaven are basically different, it is not difficult for them to accept.

Of course, it's a bit hard to watch a virtual product if you can't find any themes other than heroic and righteous male protagonists.

If they were angels created by God in the normal biblical worldview, they would naturally not care. But in this world, apart from the six-winged angels, the seven virtues, and a group of angels in the angel council, almost all the angels are humans who have been elevated to higher levels.