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

"Speaking of which, is this the daughter of the Road in this world?"

Asmodeus looked at Shirley curiously, scanning her up and down, then sniffing her scent before narrowing his eyes.

"Hmm... that arrogant scent, that's it, it's definitely that guy's biological daughter..."

This immediately piqued the interest of the demon kings of Hell, since Lucifer's daughter was indeed a unique source of amusement for them in Hell.

The demon lords all crowded around Shirley, looking her over and touching her, but it was clear that even Beelzebub did nothing to her.

Perhaps... it stemmed from a simple sense of kinship as uncles, aunts, and uncles? Or perhaps they were afraid that Lucifer would go mad and fight them to the death?

Perhaps it's a combination of both, since in Tsugumi's view, both angels and demons from the biblical world have a strong attachment to elders.

He showed no mercy in beating his peers and elders, but was remarkably tolerant and caring towards the younger generation.

This is probably the Abrahamic worldview, a huge world of Oedipus complex.

Shirley finally snapped out of her dazed state.

Her memory was still of Alastor suddenly approaching her, and then she turned around and lost consciousness.

But the memories of what happened next began to flood her soul like a tidal wave.

"How could this happen—Dad!!!"

Shirley's face turned deathly pale, clearly recalling the memory of being controlled and forced to stab Lucifer in the back, then being held hostage and causing her father to be possessed.

"Oh, oh, oh, she called for her dad! She called for her dad!"

"I can't believe that arrogant and obnoxious guy actually has a daughter, and she seems to adore him!"

"Even though we're not human, shouldn't she call us...uncle or grandfather according to human customs?"

Shirley, snapping out of her reverie, was startled, for she was surrounded by a group of men who looked far from easy to mess with!

"Hey, who are you guys?!"

"Oh, little cutie, you don't need to be afraid." Asmodeus smiled, took Shirley's hand, and squinted his eyes.

"I am Asmodeus, your father's 'good friend,' you can call me uncle~~~"

“Yes~~~~We have a very ‘good’ relationship with Lucifer~~~” Mammon said in a deliberately feigned friendly tone.

"You can tell the uncles if you have any worries~~~~"

Shirley hesitated for a moment, perhaps truly having exhausted all other options. After tears welled up in her eyes, Shirley cried out...

"Dad, my dad has been kidnapped and taken to heaven!"

"Oh, this is so sad~~~" Asmodeus said sadly, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face at all.

"Don't be sad, my lovely little Shirley. Leave him to your uncles. We will bring your father back safe and sound."

"However—" Asmodeus changed the subject, becoming more cheerful.

"First, call me Uncle Asmodeus, little Shirley~~~"

Shirley blinked, then very obediently called out to each of her uncles in turn. When she got to Mammon, the stingy Lord of Greed even gave Shirley a red envelope.

It's clear they really enjoyed it.

Having gotten their fill of benefits, the demon kings became even more delighted and happy, and they all rushed forward to rub Shirley's head. As for helping Shirley rescue her unfortunate father, that was something they were supposed to do anyway.

However, at Tsurugi's prompting, they didn't say what they were going to do next.

After all, while we love our little niece, if she insists on saying something nonsensical, it will only make everyone look bad.

"I'll be the one to lead the charge, but don't expect me to be the only one getting screen time!"

Tsurugi twisted his wrist and looked at the bunch of scoundrels around him, emphasizing...

He didn't want to get involved in troop deployment and military arrangements, nor could he manage them, so he simply let them do it. All he had to do was what he was supposed to do.

As the king of hell, he should lead by example.

A decisive victory and annihilation will signal the start of the war.

Alright, let's begin.

Under the watchful eyes of all of Hell, Tsurugi arrived at the gates of Heaven, before all the demons.

This was his second visit to the gates of Heaven, but this time, he was an intruder.

So this time, Tsurugi had an unusually leisurely mood, even going so far as to appreciate the scenery of this paradise.

Today is a beautiful day. The weather in heaven is always beautiful. The golden sunlight tirelessly shines on the pearl-white city walls, the songs from the Garden of Hymns gently caress every feather, and the fruit trees in the ancient site of Eden sway softly in the breeze, their ripe fruit falling into the stream with a crisp sound, unpicked.

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Peter has left Heaven, so the gatekeepers are now several Archangels, who are leaning against the battlements chatting and discussing which choir should perform at tonight's concert.

They didn't even notice the black mist that was gradually swallowing up the white clouds of heaven.

The sky then cracked open.

Pearl-white clouds began to fester from their center outwards, purple veins spreading like blood vessels, corroding a gaping hole in the ancient, clear sky. Three pairs of bony wings slowly unfurled from the hole, obscuring the sun. Shadows shrouded the gates of Heaven, and the angels of power who were still idly chatting.

Tsugumi, in the form of the demonic dragon Tasamat, descended upon this land of virtue. Amidst the billowing black mist, he revealed a terrifying smile to the stunned true angels.

Fear instantly filled the pure hearts of these angels.

Even in the highest heavens, angels still feel fear...

"Enemy attack—Enemy attack!!!"

The piercing alarm sounded through the gates of heaven!

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564. When Sila was defeated, paradise fell.

The attack alarm, sounding from one end of Heaven's Gate to the other, evoked not only alarm but also widespread bewilderment. An enemy attack? What does that mean? Does Heaven have enemies?

Could it be hell? How could that be? How dare those demons attack heaven?

Something that has never happened since the beginning of creation will naturally be regarded as absurd, even if it has happened before our eyes.

Dongjiang didn't give the angels any more time to process this. He looked at the trembling angels who were stammering as he ordered them to step back, opened his mouth, and roared!

The roar of hell was mixed with scorching heat and the pungent smell of sulfur, and the moment the violent wind blew away, the bodies of those angels instantly disintegrated and disappeared!

The wind did not cease, but instead blew towards the gates of Heaven! The purple gates of Heaven, constructed of mother-of-pearl and moonstone, trembled, cracks began to appear in the walls, and the moonstone pillars emitted a sharp, mournful cry. The moment the roar crashed into the golden barrier of holy light, the entire sea of ​​clouds trembled three times.

Cracks began to climb from the point of impact, fine and spiderweb-like, then grew thicker and deeper. When the lintel inscribed with "All holy ones may enter" broke in the middle, the gate, forged from countless years and history, let out a muffled wail.

Then, it was destroyed.

Pebbles rained down, and golden fragments of holy light, like shattered glass, scattered across the earth, landing on the white wings of the angels in heaven, and in their incredulous eyes.

Tsuruga stepped through the pebbles into the Gates of Heaven. Behind him, in the sky, a row of portals to Hell stretched out, countless hungry eyes flickering within a purplish-black screen. But those eyes did not move. The demons had received the same command.

Behold. Behold their king, their majestic figure of hell!

A terrifying dragon stood atop Heaven, and the fear and darkness it brought instantly enveloped the entire paradise.

These peaceful and joyful true angels looked at the sky in bewilderment and fear. Many of them had never even seen the appearance of a demon, let alone such a terrifying demon god!

"stop!!!"

Directly above Dongjiang's head, at the highest point of the sky—she had finally arrived.

Three pairs of wings blotted out the sky. Sila descended with incredible speed, and when she landed before Dongjiang, her silver pupils bulged with undisguised anger and bewilderment.

"Demon, you've come to the wrong place!" Sila said coldly.

"This is heaven, a place where noble angels and kind souls dwell. Go back to your hell!!!"

"Hehehehehe." The terrifying dragon laughed, raising its head amidst the scorching hellfire, looking at the innocent Lord of Heaven before it. Its voice was filled with maddening evil and chaos.

"You say this is where kind souls reside? But why haven't I seen a single human soul?"

"Angels, you have abandoned your true duties, proclaiming yourselves as the masters of Heaven. Your arrogance and folly are intolerable, and Heaven's long reign will end today, angels!"

"Your paradise will fall into my hands today."

"Arrogant fool!" Xila looked down at the Dongjiang River, his expression a mixture of anger and contemptuous pity.

"I don't know what you did in Hell, but do you think that just because you can defeat those demon kings of Hell, you're qualified to covet the glory of Heaven!"

"Heaven has ruled the world for countless years. God created the world and then entrusted it to us. And you are nothing but a bunch of lowly insects and prisoners!!!"

She clenched her fist in mid-air, and a long spear, entirely condensed from killing intent, appeared in her palm.

"Now, pay the price for your foolish overstepping your bounds!!!"

A burst of silver light erupted. She hurled the spear, a beam of killing intent, tearing a black rift through space where it passed. She followed closely, her six wings flapping simultaneously, leaving a silver afterimage in the air. Her tactics were simple, brutal, and utterly confident—a direct, head-on assault, requiring no fancy tricks.

She didn't even use her true form, because she absolutely believed that her power was superior to all the nonsensical demons!

In Heaven, the true angels erupted in cheers.

They didn't think there would be any problem with Sila making a move! Even though Sila had fought for a long time with that newly promoted human angel who was quickly stripped of his power, in their minds, Sila was still the strongest being.

They thought this absurd and foolish devil could only last ten seconds in Sila's hands at most!

In the angel's understanding, no demon can obstruct the radiance of Heaven. This is not underestimating the enemy; it is common knowledge established since creation. All the demons of Hell combined wouldn't be enough to defeat Sira with a single hand. Otherwise, why has Hell been kept under the Iron Curtain, never daring to cross the line? It's because Heaven possesses absolute power!

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Just as the true angels in heaven were joking around, the spear of murderous intent struck Tsugumi precisely in the chest.

A silvery-white light instantly engulfed his figure. A deafening cheer erupted from the city walls.

The cheers abruptly stopped.

Because when the silver light dissipated, Tsurugi was still standing in the same spot. His chest had split open, and inside the crack was no flesh or bone, only a churning, boiling, bottomless purplish-black abyss.

The spear, composed entirely of killing intent, was planted in the very center of the abyss, being swallowed inch by inch, like a drowning person struggling in the mud. The silver light grew weaker and weaker, until it finally vanished completely, leaving not even a ripple.

"It's my turn."

He stomped his foot forcefully. The pearl-white ground beneath his feet shattered instantly, cracks spreading outwards from him like an unfolding spiderweb. From those cracks, countless enormous bone cells burst forth from the earth!

Caught off guard, several of Sila's wings were pierced, and white feathers were torn off, falling in a flurry like an out-of-season blizzard!

Before the pained Sila could react, the next moment, she was pierced through the body by the bone spur in Tsurugi's hand!

"Take one last look at your glorious paradise, Sila..." Tsurugi sneered, looking at Sila struggling in pain in his hands.