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

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[Media Power (Lv3)]

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Current items held: Blank Astartes Card, Veil of Desire, Exterior Tome: Dead Sea

Dongjiang lowered his head, looking at his demonic body. Compared to the media lord of the Desire Ring, this steel body was undoubtedly stronger, purer, and more violent! It had less flashy power, but more pure destructive force.

He was extremely satisfied! These stats were perfect for a 5A-level combo!

Thump, thump, thump! He pounded his steely chest, responding with a deep, echoing sound.

—I have everything I need now!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: I'll be using the new image format starting tomorrow!

Having transmigrated, my only purpose is to kill, kill, kill! : 87. The Hell Legion of the King of Life and Death

At this moment, Dongjiang's power and image can be described in just four simple words.

The Number Monster (Mordekaiser)

Yes, everything about him—from his appearance and power form to the new magic unlocked in the Goetia Spellbook—seems to be designed around the image of Valoran's number one master of trolls, the warlord of death, and a 5A-level manipulator.

But who cares? He's handsome, that's all that matters!

Compared to the traditional image of a red dragon and a red-skinned devil, Tsurugi prefers her current appearance!

His destructive power, as Samael said, is the power possessed by every demon in the rage ring—they don't value power, but only force; the domain of this power ultimately points only to slaughter and death!

Such was Tsuruga's power; his method of destruction was to seize souls. To kill, to seize souls, to enslave, to control, and even to devour them.

To imprison them by one's side, or in a prison one has built for oneself.

The growth of power is no different from any other demon in the rage ring; it is nothing but killing, nothing but killing.

It's a very straightforward and pure increase in power, but Tsugumi likes it a lot!

And this demonic body pleased him even more!

Compared to the media demon's more functional aspects, the power contained in his demonic body, which is almost identical to Mordekaiser's, is brutal and powerful!

This body had no flesh and blood, only his soul entwined around the armor. Forged from blood and hellfire, the armor was indestructible; as long as he possessed a soul and power, it could be infinitely repaired.

He can control the power of death, drawing upon the strength of the dead to strengthen himself. Or he can turn them into legions, bringing them back to life.

But the latter belongs to the realm of 'magic'.

This involves the three new 'spells' he unlocked in the Goetia grimoire!

Soul Domination, Dead Body Shaping, and Dark Mist

Demons of the Rage Ring do not possess any magic specific to this ring, and all Goetia nobles of the Rage Ring are, without exception, martial arts practitioners.

For example, among the Seventy-Two Demons, there is Gracia Labos, the King of Slaughters, a giant winged hellhound; Spornak, a knight riding a pale steed who kills with maggot magic; or Barbatos—yes, strictly speaking, this hidden archer also belongs to the Rage Ring.

These demons are not simply reckless brutes; their magic, like that of Tsurugi, revolves entirely around their own powers. Rather than magic, it is more accurate to describe it as a manifestation of those powers.

The reason for this is that Samael, as the ring master, never inscribes magic on his own rage ring, since he, as the former angel of death, has always looked down on such magic.

Therefore, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the number of Rage Ring spells that Tsugumi will be able to unlock in the Goetia Spellbook in the future will be pitifully small, and even if she does, they will likely all be ways to utilize her own powers.

The three spells he has now unlocked are essentially abilities just like their names suggest.

Soul Domination utilizes magic to communicate with, control, and dominate the spirits of the dead.

Dead body creation uses magic to combine organic matter such as corpses to create a body capable of containing the soul of the deceased.

A vast, dark mist, created using magic, forms a pervasive necromantic fog. Life within the mist is stripped of its vitality, and souls are forced to leave their bodies.

Simple, brutal, and direct

It can be said that the three spells are entirely centered around how to create an army of the undead.

But to be honest, Tsugumi doesn't particularly like these three spells; to put it bluntly—

I hate RTS games!!!

Although he likes to draw diagrams when he encounters difficult problems that he's too lazy to think about, he still prefers to take action directly.

This kind of fighting style—killing people, taking their souls, and turning them into an army of the undead—I just don't really like it.

However, no matter what, this posture already satisfied Tsugumi quite a bit!

"So, what do we do next?"

Dongjiang stared at Samael; he didn't believe that the King of Wrath had suddenly granted him power here simply to fulfill a promise.

"A massacre, a war, brought peace."

Samael's snake body trembled slightly, and he whispered...

"I want you to bring waves to the world and peace to them."

"What? The Demon King actually wants to bring peace to humanity? Am I drunk?" Tsugumi said with a hint of mockery.

“Because it’s not the right time yet,” Samael said slowly, exhaling black smoke.

"The end-of-day war for humanity is not yet time. If we allow the trouble you cause to spread, Heaven and Hell will have to begin their judgment day ahead of schedule, which is something we do not want to see."

—I feel like the real reason you guys don't want to get whipped by Michael and the others too early is because you don't want to be whipped by them too soon!

Tsurugi chuckled inwardly, but was actually quite pleased.

"Of course, I'd be more than happy to!"

This was something he was supposed to do anyway.

He stirred up a war and tricked Gabriel into going to hell, but he wasn't going to leave this real mess alone.

The way to prevent war between the two world powers is to give each of them a way out, a way that they can and must accept. In other words—

The best way to resolve all internal conflicts is always to find a third party to fight them.

Tsugumi never minded playing a villain!

He was somewhat troubled, though, about whether it was appropriate to act like a saint. He was afraid he might lose control and blow the horn.

After all, there weren't any jerks in this world who had offended him, and it wasn't like the Type-Moon world where there were so many damn jerks that he couldn't help but open the picture.

Now, with his new demon form, he has a better and cooler opportunity to make his debut.

"So, you want me to do it all by myself?"

“I have provided you with an army.” Samael raised his hand, guiding Dongjiang to follow him into the depths of a rift valley known as the “Valley of Echoes of Sin” within the Ring of Wrath.

This is a special area within the Ring of Wrath, where souls burdened with sin but unable to begin atonement due to a special contract are gathered, like archived files awaiting the day they are summoned.

"They're temporarily under your command." Samael's voice echoed through the rift valley.

Dongjiang gazed at the desolate souls in the valley, their appearances remaining as they were before their deaths. But their military uniforms, helmets, and conspicuous swastika flags all clearly indicated their identities.

“From 1941 to 1945, the armed forces of the Third Reich had spent decades in hell, but because the contract had not been settled, they were stuck here and could not make any progress.”

"A contract? Whose contract?" Tsugumi asked curiously.

“Adolf Hitler,” Samael said, his finger gently slicing open, and soon a demonic pact on parchment appeared before Tsurugi.

He quickly flipped through it and understood its contents.

In short, Hitler's exposure to black magic and the realm of hell occurred around 1941, when Germany had already occupied France, the Netherlands, and Belgium, and was simultaneously at war with Britain and the Soviet Union—the most glorious and dazzling moment of Hitler's life.

He proclaimed himself the second Charlemagne, believing he had already unified Europe and his next goal was the entire world. It was also at this time that he ordered Himmler to launch the infamous Lebensborn program and began to seek out mystical powers.

The mysterious forces in this world, no matter what, point to either heaven or hell, or otherworldly existences of other civilizations.

While members of the mystical side on Earth may not be able to defeat an army, the forces behind them are no pushovers.

The self-proclaimed invincible and mad Führer ignored the advice of others and insisted on bringing the power of the mystical side under his control. To this end, he even ordered the German Nazi elite think tank organization (Ahnenerbe) to collect mysterious artifacts and divine knowledge left behind by prehistoric civilizations from all over the world, in an attempt to obtain the secret of absolute power under the blessing of magic.

In reality, this was just a performance art piece by the mustachioed painter who had a fit of madness, but in this world, he actually gained quite a few good things.

After eliminating all the mystics who tried to dissuade him from doing so, the mustachioed man actually summoned a demon nobleman.

Then—he was terrified.

He summoned a demon noble from the Rage Ring. The moment that demon noble appeared, the mustachioed man was so frightened that he couldn't speak. What's worse, the mustachioed man didn't offer enough sacrifices when he summoned him.

The raging demon noble, with the attitude of "if the offerings aren't enough, I'll eat you," almost got chewed up by the mustachioed man on the spot. But in the end, he suppressed his desires and forced the mustachioed man to sign a contract with him in an even more demonic way.

The contract was simple—all the dead Nazi soldiers would be accepted into the Rage Ring and become part of hell.

As the 'Head of State' of the Third Reich, he possessed this power, so the demon noble returned satisfied and was even rewarded with a promotion by Samael. As for the mustachioed man, he subsequently acted erratically.

But that wasn't the end of it. Fast forward to 1945, the Nazis were in complete defeat, and Hitler was once again plotting to summon the devil.

He attempted to summon demons to turn the tide for him, and this time he was even prepared to pay the price of the lives of all Germans.

However, before they could even summon it, they were driven back by several hybrid angels who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

After all, his previous act of summoning a real demon into the human world had already touched a nerve with these hybrid angels, and keeping a close watch on him was to prevent him from having the chance to do it a second time.

"But to be honest, although he is considered by the world to be the worst leader, he doesn't even rank in the top ten in human history, let alone the top twenty, in terms of the number of people he killed or the extent of his evil deeds."

Samael stroked his chin and gave a sharp comment.

"And as for whether the people he killed were guilty, in Heaven, many of them would certainly be considered pluses..."

"So, will he be in this army too?"

“Of course not, after all, this army now belongs to you.” Samael looked at Dongjiang and stepped aside.

"Come, Marquis, I will lend you my power to conquer this army! Then lead them to the human world and proclaim your terrifying existence to the world!"

"I'd be happy to!"

Dongjiang walked towards the edge of the rift. His heavy metal boots pounded the rock face, each step causing the entire rift to tremble. The undead began to notice him, and their instincts, almost extinguished by hell, made them roar and raise their guns.

Countless bullets rained down on his metallic body, but Tsurugi's steps did not falter in the slightest. Rolling dark green souls left trails behind him as he moved forward, and his enormous body seemed to grow larger with each step.

Bang bang bang!