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

The endless wails and screams of sinners echoed across the sky of the pentagram city, and could be clearly seen even in hell below and heaven above!

The demons below gasped as they watched the program above. Compared to these sinners, they, the primordial demons, already seemed less cruel, but now—

What demons! We are not demons! We are the Fure Orcs, you are the demons!!!

As for Heaven, those who dared to look at it vomited in terror, while those who couldn't bear to look trembled at the sound of it!

"Sira! Why did it turn out like this? What on earth happened in hell?!"

The only six-winged angel in Heaven besides Sira flew in with the exclamation. She looked similar to Sira, or perhaps she was a miniature version of Sira.

Silver skin, leg-length hair in a gradient of periwinkle colors, a slender young woman in a princess-style light purple floral dress. Although her figure is similar to Shirley's, standing next to Shira always makes her seem like a child.

Of course, there's nothing wrong with saying that, since only two female six-winged angels could be found in the entire Heaven—it's hilarious in every way.

"No, don't come any closer, Emily!" Sila cried out, not wanting the kind and innocent Emily to see any more.

But she still saw it.

Emily turned deathly pale upon seeing what was happening below, then vomited almost everything she could. She trembled and screamed uncontrollably.

"Who on earth is that person? What kind of cruel demon could do such a thing?!"

"Is that so? It's a bit radical, but in my opinion, it's absolutely right!" Adam glanced disdainfully at the six-winged angel and sneered.

“At least this way, these damned sinners have a place to atone for their sins, don’t they? Emily, haven’t you always sympathized with human souls? Now they do have a chance to enter heaven.”

"Shut up, Adam!!!" Shira soothed her sister, then turned and glared fiercely at Adam.

"Emily, this isn't a good place for you. You should go back home quickly. I'll take care of everything..."

"No." Emily trembled as she refused Xila's help, looking down into the abyss of endless wailing pain below, taking a deep breath and mustering her courage.

"I want to help them... those humans, even if they made mistakes, they shouldn't be treated like this!"

With that, Emily flapped her wings and opened a portal to hell. Adam tried to stop her, but Sira kept a close watch on him.

"Adam! I am the supreme six-winged angel!!!" Sira warned sternly, staring at the restless Adam, her body radiating silver light, ready to reveal her true angelic form at any moment.

He had no choice. Adam, as an archangel, could briefly contend with Sera, but Emily, however weak she was, was still another six-winged angel.

"Fuck, I hope you can hold on, you jerk!"

Adam could only offer a final bit of moral support to Tsurugi below.

Below, amidst the arrogant ring, accompanied by Tsurugi's maniacal laughter and the torturous scene of the pentagram constantly filling the area, even the most foul-mouthed Vox was rendered speechless with terror.

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How could he be so cruel! So insane! And yet, despite all this, the Holy Light approves of him!

Are the powers of Heaven so blind? How can such a cruel person emit holy light!

“Damn, this is ridiculous, I—” Vox showed a timid expression, but Alastor grabbed his head and said in a sinister tone.

“Listen, Vox, you have nowhere to turn. Sinners can’t escape the ring of pride. If he wins, you’ll be tortured by him wherever you go!”

Yes, the sinners cannot leave here; they have nowhere to escape! From the very beginning, they never considered surrendering as a loss; this madman was telling the truth—he intended to torture every single one of them!

"Damn it, couldn't you have whipped this little angel harder?!" Vox shoved Alastor aside and roared at Vicky, who was now barely alive after being used as ammunition.

"It's useless. Her power limit is what it is; you can't squeeze an ocean out of a pond!" Camilla said, her face darkening.

Just when they were in despair, a portal of holy light appeared—and the wild six-winged angel Emily appeared!

She told the sinners that she had come to help them, and that this was a harmonious and loving children's musical disguised as an 18+ play but actually an 8+ play; such a cruel and torturous plot would not work here.

Then Emily started singing a song. Tsurugi couldn't quite make out the lyrics, but it sounded like My Little Pony.

Believe in the power of friendship! Although what happened here was a six-winged angel trying to unite a large group of sinners who deserved to be torn to pieces to betray a holy son who was trying to help everyone atone for their sins!

Angels are doing the work of Judahs!

In short, Emily successfully persuaded them to let her into the human cannon that Camilla had created.

The six-winged angel's energy was clearly far greater than Vicky's. Amid Emily's painful cries, the human cannon, which had almost instantly completed its charging, emitted a divine light from its six wings.

boom!!!!

A holy light cannon, much thicker than the one before, flew out from the muzzle in an instant, tearing through Dongjiang's holy light shield and piercing through his body!

"It worked!!!" Shirley shouted joyfully, tears welling in her eyes, as she looked at Tsugumi, whose chest had been pierced by the light cannon.

The sinners, believing themselves victorious, cheered! The angels in Heaven rejoiced at the passing of a cruel man, but—

"I'm not pretending anymore. Do you want to know... what... I really am?"

Tsurugi's 'corpse' suddenly exploded into a thick, black blood plasma. A cruel and deep voice rang in the ears of every sinner. Immediately afterward, all the other Tsurugi followers in the Pride Ring raised their daggers or weapons without hesitation and chose to commit suicide!

They killed themselves; their flesh, blood, souls, and everything else flowed towards the Dongjiang River, flowing along with countless soul stones into his thick, dark blood plasma.

In an instant, a dark ocean formed, filled with the flesh and blood of countless believers and fragments of soulstones, spreading across the arrogant sky. It expanded and contracted at a slow, rhythmic frequency, like the sky giving birth.

With each expansion, the sky darkened a degree; with each contraction, the air grew a degree colder. The crimson light of the pentagram flickered like a candle in the wind under the oppressive darkness, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

The sound, as if the very bones of the earth were breaking, came from the deepest part of the sea of ​​flesh and blood, low and slow, like a heart awakening and beating against the chest of the world.

Then, a gigantic hand emerged from the sea of ​​flesh and blood.

Each finger of this hand was as thick as a church steeple, its skin a greyish-white, like a corpse soaked in water for countless centuries. The palm pressed against the edge of the blood-red sky, its five fingers digging into the void. The air emitted a piercing sound, like shattering glass, from that grip.

The sky itself, the inverted pentagram that covered the entire Pride Ring, trembled violently under the grasp of that hand.

Vox's TV screen flickered, and a line of text appeared on the static screen: Signal interrupted.

It wasn't just his signal that went down; it was the Pride Ring, and even all of Hell's signals, that went down. The moment that hand grasped the sky, the entire electromagnetic field of Hell was distorted, all screens went black simultaneously, all broadcasts were muted, and all neon lights went out at the same time.

Darkness has come.

A second, a third, and a fourth hand stretched out, bracing themselves against the edge of the sky. Countless tiny tentacles writhed on the back of the hands, each end bearing a tiny, screaming human face. Those faces were constantly changing, transforming into different people, different expressions, and different kinds of pain every second.

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They were screaming. The sounds overlapped, merging into a continuous, low-frequency hum that vibrated so loudly it made your insides resonate.

Then, his head appeared within this sea of ​​flesh and blood.

It was a face that no human language could describe. If one had to use words to capture its outline, one could only say that it resembled a skinned, upside-down sheep's head. The top of the skull was flat, covered by a thin, transparent membrane, beneath which were countless wriggling, slender things, like some kind of deep-sea worm.

His eyes were sunken, devoid of eyeballs, only two slowly rotating, deep red orbs of light. His mouth was a horizontal split, running from the base of his left ear to the base of his right. There were no lips; his teeth were exposed to the air. Horns grew from the sides of his forehead, not the backward-curving horns of a goat—but rather forked, grayish-white bony antlers, like those of a deer, extending in all directions like branches.

He had no lower body; his spine was exposed directly from his back, segment by segment, like a giant centipede crawling on his back. At the end of each vertebra extended a thin, barbed bone spur that pierced the skin, curled outwards, and trembled slightly in the air, like a flower in full bloom, made of bone.

His arrival suffocated the entire Pride Ring—because he was so large that even though he looked 'thin,' with the Vox TV tower only reaching his waist, he was still terrifying. Compared to these sinners and demons like Fury, he was like a monster crawling out of the deepest abyss of nightmares!

"This is the truth you've been longing for..." His voice was no longer gentle and deep, but a low growl that seemed to come from the deepest part of the earth, shaking one's brains. "Then watch, and then die."

He stretched out a hand, clenched it into a fist, and then released it. Then, everyone, whether sinner, angel, or demon, began to bleed, bleeding under his extremely evil magic.

Not from wounds, but from eyes, ears, nostrils, and corners of the mouth. Black blood, a viscous, petroleum-like liquid, gushed from every orifice, dripping down the chin onto the ground. The blood pooled on the ground, forming streams, then rivers, and finally, black puddles.

These were their torn souls, their hatred. And this hatred then soared into the sky, transforming into countless black, scorching fireballs, which rained down upon the heavens!

Fire rain instantly covered the entire Pentagram City.

Countless sinners burned and wailed in the flames of sin; cities burned, skyscrapers collapsed, as if the end of the world had arrived.

On the ground of the Pride Ring, the countless drops of hatred transformed into viscous and thick black water, which began to spread endlessly, dragging those who came into contact with it into that terrifying illusion.

The scene in the sinner's dream became reality. They never imagined that what Tsurugi showed them was not a fictional dream!

What they see in their dreams is the power they can see in reality!

"What am I even pretending for? What's wrong with killing you all and rewriting the rules of this world?"

The colossal King of Abominations guided a rain of annihilating fire and the poisonous waters that engulfed the Ring of Pride, his four hands unleashing countless terrifying spells, his low, mocking laughter echoing through the air.

“Yes, I am willing to give you a chance, but you yourselves are unwilling to cherish it. Since you think that the saint’s salvation and teachings are hypocritical, then let me do it.”

"Let the flames of hatred burn this world! Let your souls suffer forever! Let the poisonous waters of sin surge forth and engulf this filthy world!!!"

The demon god reveals his true form, leading to a tragic song of destruction!

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537. Shirley: We must sing the magic of friendship and defeat the demon!

Deep within hell exists an unknown and powerful force.

This became especially evident after Tsugumi abandoned her pretense of being a 'saint'.

In the deepest, most profound part of Hell, in the very bottom of the abyss known only to Lucifer, the First Fallen, and perhaps Lilith, lies the power of Hell's very origin.

It is a forgotten power in the ancient wilderness, a remnant cast down from the abyss, an eternal darkness that stands in opposition to God, yet truly exists.

He is the source of Lilith's power to empower sinners with their songs, the source of Goetia magic, and the source of all dark forces in this worldview.

However—just as Tsurugi said before, these villains who are theoretically background characters are basically things that can be kicked to death by the other side as long as they appear in the plot.

Dongjiang had no doubt that the old man in the sky could kick this so-called eternal darkness to death.

But just because God can kill it doesn't mean Tsurugi can kill it, or rather—at least it's certain that even a godlike being wouldn't want to get involved with this nonsensical thing.

Even if it could be resolved, Michael would at least be affected by something he didn't want to accept, so he would stay far away.

In other words, this force itself can even affect Heaven.

No wonder the angels in this godforsaken place are all such oddballs.

At this moment, Tsugumi felt this force trying its best to influence him, and the specific form it took was—

"What do you mean by urging me to quickly find a new animal companion?" Tsugumi asked, her face full of confusion.

No, if you are some ancient, dark force, shouldn't you be trying your best to tempt me to destroy the world, blow up heaven, and slaughter humanity?

Why is the first thing you did urge me to change my appearance from the Diablo movie set to my My Little Pony look?!

Hmph! Although there's no evidence, Tsurue thinks this so-called dark force is probably nothing legitimate!

But none of that mattered anymore; at this moment, Tsurugi only wanted to do one thing.

kill! ! !

A torrent of terrifying fire rain, accompanied by the call of the Thrush River, poured relentlessly from the sky above the Pride Ring onto the earth!

Blazing fire rained down, exploding like a prison, the seemingly endless black and red fireballs bombarding everything in the Arrogance Ring equally.

The cannibalistic community, the VOX Tower, the business district, Camilla's weapons factory, and the Hell Hotel itself, etc.