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

Satan looked up in astonishment, only to find his massive dragon body tightly bound by countless black chains—chains that stretched out from the void, originating from every ring lord present.

Mammon's spider web, Asmodeus's blue fire chains, Belial's solidified wax cords, and Beelzebub's amber-colored sealing nectar sprinkled by flapping his wings.

"You...you guys?!"

Before Satan could even utter his question, four distinct forces of original sin had already converged into a massive sealing array, firmly sealing him and the judge's chair in place. His dragon wings were pinned down, his flames were drained, leaving only four orange eyes swirling wildly in the darkness.

From the gallery, the Getia nobles erupted in terrified screams. Stolas jumped to his feet, nearly dropping the grimoire from his hand.

Amidst the chaos, the crisp sound of chains hitting the ground could be clearly heard.

Tsugumi stood up from his broken shackles and stretched his wrists. He walked up to the sealed Satan, looking down at the arrogant demon king of hell.

He didn't waste any words on Satan, nor was there any need for further explanation.

"Thank you for gathering all the audience members."

Tsugumi said this, and then put on his seven crowns.

Gluttony, greed, wrath, color field, sloth, envy, and finally, illusory pride.

He transformed into the form of the Crimson King.

That terrifying and extremely evil crimson demon, burning with the flames of delusion that destroy all connections between things, stood before this king of hell.

The terrifying, horrifying sight of the truly evil demon caused the Getia nobles on the stage to scream incessantly due to the instinctive fear that surged into their souls!

"Then, I didn't hold back."

Then, the thrush began to eat.

His posture was ultimately illusory; he lacked the crown of arrogance, and what he needed now was a truly powerful body to walk in this world.

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He bit down on Satan's dragon horn. Crimson blood flowed into the wound, and Satan's dragon body began to wither and disintegrate violently. It tried to resist but could not, and could only be completely devoured amidst its growing fear and mournful roars.

When that enormous body completely turned to ashes, standing in the same spot was a completely new posture—

A dragon, even more emaciated yet more terrifying than Satan, was born.

Six eyes burned beneath the bone crown, and triple shoulder blades pierced the spine, unfolding into ferocious bone wings. Black evil energy seeped from the gaps in every scale, turning fear into a tangible mist.

Deeper and more evil, as if all the sins of hell had been compressed into this body!

Demon Dragon Tasamat, this is the stance chosen by Tsugumi.

It originated from the evil side that separated from a creator god, an existence equivalent to hell itself.

This is a product that imitates or originates from a secondary creation of the Great Red Dragon Satan on a narrative level. Therefore, when Tsurugi offers Satan as a sacrifice, it is only natural that he can obtain this posture.

Powerful, evil, profound and terrifying.

Of course, it won't be the original power, but the imitation only needs to fit the concept of hell and the ruler of demons on a narrative level.

He turned and sat on the throne that was still dripping lava.

The evil will of hell swirled within him. ROO had departed, but greedily maintained his connection to and power over all demonic souls.

The entire underworld trembled and moved according to his will. Whether it was the lesser demons and hellhounds at the bottom or the nobles of Goetia, they all felt the power of this terrifying being from the depths of their souls!

Dongjiang looked at the other Ring Masters, who all knelt down before him—not that they respected him so much, but Dongjiang fully understood what these troublemakers meant.

It's very simple; they want Dongjiang to be at the forefront.

Although they could inject more power, they didn't want to play the role of the protagonist.

Belial was too lazy to do anything, Mammon was a shrewd strategist, Asmodeus just wanted to have some fun, and Beelzebub was always an old fox.

Besides—this is a matter for heaven, they're not Lucifer, they don't have the pleasure of getting beaten!

Since this whole situation was orchestrated by Dongjiang, it's perfectly reasonable for him to be at the forefront.

Okay, that's great, excellent! In fact, this is exactly the result Tsuruga wanted!

He looked at the evil flames burning in his palm and a pleased smile appeared on his face.

Finally, finally, all this damn stuff is going to end!

He has already killed Emily in Heaven, and he will use this body to completely crush and slaughter that Sira!

One portal after another was summoned, and another was extinguished. Terrified screams echoed throughout the noble seats.

Beelzebub, now in the form of a golden bull, raised the burning incense burner in his hand, sealing off the flow of space in this area.

His purpose was to gather the Goetia nobles; he wanted to wipe out all the Goetia in this world.

He was Beelzebub, and also Baal, the head of Goetia. This different world, and the Goetian nobility created from ROO, fascinated and interested Beelzebub.

He will analyze these Gethias' powers, their origins, and then bring them under his control, making them part of His vast political power!

Of course, this might not be a bad thing; at least they'll become more like demons—instead of spending all their time on family matters and homosexuality!

"Quiet."

Dongjiang's voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced the entire courtroom. He raised his hand, and the extinguished demonic eyes lit up again—this time, the red light was aimed at himself, and the signal was forcibly connected to every corner of the seventh ring of hell.

"As the newly crowned King of Hell, the first thing I must announce is—"

Tsugumi rested her elbows on her knees, leaned forward slightly, and stared at the camera with six eyes, as if looking directly into the soul of every demon.

"From this day forward, hell will no longer be such a lazy and inactive place."

"From this day forward, we will no longer look up at heaven."

"I will tear down the iron curtain that has sealed us for millennia, and I will lead you—every demon, every sinner, every soul forsaken by Heaven—"

His mouth split open, revealing a dense array of fangs.

"Launching a full-scale war against Heaven."

The Seven Hells, a scene of utter silence.

Then came a burst of sound!

There were arguments, discussions, fear, joy, and cheers!

But without a doubt—the cheering crowd was almost entirely in the vast majority!

"It should have been done a long time ago!!!"

Having finally escaped to the Ring of Greed and found a beer hall to sit down and drink, Billy, after being forced to witness an unprecedented power shift in Hell, and hearing the cheers of the demons beside him, uttered the only words that could express his feelings at that moment in a stunned, dreamlike state—

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"……damn it."

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560. Beer Hall, Demon, Speech

Greed Ring, a beer hall called 'Satan's Milk'

Rusty torture instruments hung on the walls, lighting was provided by burning sulfur lamps, and the air reeked of cheap ale and blood. Tonight, the place was teeming with sinners and primal demons who had escaped from the Ring of Pride, making it more boisterous than any carnival.

There is only one reason: last night, the newly risen King of Hell, who killed Satan and gained the allegiance of all the Ring Lords, delivered a declaration of war to the entire Hell broadcast live!

The demons were excited, thrilled, and terrified, but there was no doubt that the vast majority of them carried an atmosphere of fanaticism.

Although Dongjiang is not like hell but rather like an enlarged version of the human world, it is precisely because of this that this hell has long been a chaotic pressure cooker over the long years.

This hell is a poor imitation of human society, but even with its skyscrapers, television programs, talk shows, and everything else that could make one believe it truly is human—

It cannot be changed; the essence of this place remains that hellish world where the strong prey on the weak.

Hell has classes, but unlike the human world, there is no possibility of crossing those classes.

Imps and hellhounds, created to serve higher-ranking demons, have never had the right or ability to rebel. Even if they were to band together and try to start a revolution like humans, they would have absolutely no chance of overthrowing higher-ranking demons.

Talking about a people's revolution in a world where power resides in oneself is an abstract joke.

Thus, the imps could at most vent their frustrations on their own kind in the form of violence, or try to assassinate the Getia nobles, but ultimately, they were powerless.

Tragically, they are too much like humans despite being demons, and they were born in hell despite possessing humanity.

Their minds, so close to those of humans, were restless, but in hell, a place where there was no possibility of reversal, all their restlessness would only end in vain.

What's worse is that even the lesser devils are immortal.

Although most of them did not live past two hundred years, the passage of time was real. The contradictions never disappeared but were accumulated. They had no way to vent their anger and madness until someone could provide them with such an excuse!

If Tsurugi weren't here, the sinners of this hellish world would wage war against Heaven under the most clumsy and ridiculous instigation of that TV-headed Vox.

Their choice has little to do with being foolish or not; it's simply that they're driven crazy by pressure and, upon finding someone to shift their stress, they change their target without hesitation.

If sinners are like this, how can these demons be exempt?

Same as always, nothing has changed.

Right here, in this noisy beer hall, a demon leaped onto the bar.

His appearance was unremarkable; he was an ordinary horned demon. He was thin, with sunken eyes and several old scars on his forehead, indicating that he had lived in Hell for at least two hundred years.

Based on the flow rates between hell and the human world, he probably died around 1945.

But he was wearing a tattered leather vest covered with badges he had collected from the human world—police badges, soldier badges, firefighter badges, each representing that he had been to the human world and killed those humans.

He was quite famous in the area, so when he took the stage, everyone's attention was drawn to him, and many demons cheered his name.

"Sitra, give us a speech!!!"

But he didn't give a speech, because he knew how to wait. The longer they waited, the hungrier they became.

Then he spoke. His voice wasn't loud, and it was even a little hoarse, but in the quiet tavern, each syllable sounded like a hammer striking an anvil.

"My fellow countrymen, are you happy?"

"I ask you," the horned demon slowly turned his body, scanning each face, "are you—happy—?"

He leaped down, landing in front of a fat, muscular demon whose body was largely composed of rock. The demon looked up at him and spoke in a melodious, irresistible voice.