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

He raised the Astartes card in his hand once more, and at the same time took out the Holy Lance that had killed Jesus.

His intuition told him that this was how it should be. And he did not forget his mission: to demonstrate God's miracles.

Miracles should not be manifested by a demon.

The next moment, the card and the holy lance in his hand instantly erupted with a blinding golden light! The light, like a miniature sun, exploded in Tsurugi's hand, completely engulfing him! A vast and boundless power, incomprehensible to mortals and as expansive as a starry sea, erupted from him!

The crowd around him was instantly thrown back by an invisible force, and before the fallen Roman legions, amidst the gazes, horrors, worship, and wails of the entire empire, a dazzling holy light completely enveloped him.

The holy light was so intense that it even surpassed the torches in the sky, illuminating the entire night sky of Jerusalem as if it were midday! In this golden sea of ​​light, a pair of enormous, pure white, and flawless wings suddenly unfolded from the center of the light!

Each feather seemed to be woven from the purest light, flowing with visible sacred runes. The moment the wings of light unfolded, even illusory hymns echoed between heaven and earth!

A magnificent suit of golden armor, seemingly forged from the molten sun, materialized out of thin air and covered his body.

Every detail of the armor was imbued with a sacred sense of artistry; the shoulder armor was adorned with weeping angels, and the center of the breastplate featured a massive blood-red gem. A head of golden hair, more radiant than gold itself, moved freely and unrestrainedly in the light, flowing without wind.

As the light dimmed, a face so perfect it defied description, a face like that of a god, appeared before everyone. That face combined all the masculinity and handsomeness of men, yet carried a hint of heartbreaking sorrow and melancholy.

The demon disappeared

An angel descended

This time, Tsugumi drew Saint Gillespie... No.

Yes, this card only allows him to draw a temporary, random Astartes character card, and the Primarch, frankly, isn't exactly an Astartes. Even San Gileno is a very difficult case to be considered.

But at this moment, he felt his power was equal to or even surpassed that of the Primarch! Endless holy light was surging from the holy spear in his hand!

At the same time, the inscription skill of the 'Sleepless' he switched to suddenly increased by a level!

Character Card: Sage

Inscribed profession: None

Skill Status: [Astartes Transformation (29min56s) (Divine Power)], [The Sleepless (LV2)] [General Skills Omitted]

[Astartes Transformation (29 min 56 s) (Divine Power)]

'This status effect is gained after using a blank Astartes card and will end within thirty minutes. This status is blessed with divine power, greatly increasing the probability of drawing the closest Astartes and granting the user divine protection!'

[Sleepless One: LV2]

'The Protector of the Holy Son, endowed with this function, grants him immunity to all darkness, sleep, stun, charm, and other negative status effects that affect his will. He requires no food, water, or sleep, and his energy and stamina are perpetually abundant. He can channel the divine light from Heaven to cleanse all sins!'

Currently held items: Blank Astartes Card (unavailable), Veil of Desire, Lance of Longinus!

【The Holy Lance Longinus】

'The spear of certain victory, the holy spear, the spear of destiny; wielding it grants the power to control divine fate and guide one toward inevitable victory. But to unlock it requires divine power, or pure faith.'

What is evil? Darkness? Murder? Destruction?

No, no, under God's rules, sin can actually be simply categorized into one direction—

Those who are enemies of God are sinful!

Sejanus stopped crawling. He just knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the figure radiating golden light. His mouth opened and closed unconsciously, but no sound came out. The worldview he had built up throughout his life, the power and order he believed in, were crushed to pieces at this moment.

The Pantheon priest was so terrified that he lay prostrate on the ground, begging the representative of the Lord of Armies before him for forgiveness—though, by all accounts, he seemed more like a son of Phoebus or Mithras.

The angel smiled, and his holy and sublime appearance gave his smile the magic to cleanse the soul. But in the next second, he smashed the heads of everyone around him!

Tsugumi liked this feeling; such powerful strength gave him the authority to unleash his innermost thoughts!

Amidst the fallen corpses, he reached out and carried Jesus, along with the shroud, on his back. It was as if he were taking this holy son, renowned for his mercy, with him to witness the 'performance' to come.

Cheer for me!

The next second, the golden, holy figure carrying the body of the Holy Son transformed into a golden comet tearing through the night sky, resolutely and unstoppably plunging into the army formation composed of thousands of Roman soldiers!

"boom--!!!"

The moment Dongjiang landed, it was as if a miniature sun had exploded! The violent shockwave sent hundreds of soldiers around him flying into the air, shields and all. In mid-air, the subsequent energy shattered their bones and ruptured their internal organs, causing them to fall like rag dolls!

The dazzling holy light became the prelude to this one-sided massacre!

He brandished the Holy Lance and the Holy Sword in his other hand, without needing to make any skillful moves. He was like a rampaging meat grinder, slaughtering everyone in the general's formation!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Slaughter you all!

Having transmigrated, the only option is to kill, kill, kill! : 9. "Hell Is Forever" ~?

They were wailing, they were praying.

These cruel people, these tyrants who enslave others, greedy merchants, gluttonous nobles, and hypocrites who trample on faith!

They are deeply blessed but unaware of it; they are arrogant and think themselves equal to the gods—perhaps they are destined to suffer eternal torment in Hell after death, but should we just let them continue to run rampant in the mortal world?

No, absolutely not, never!

Kill them! Only by killing them and sending them to hell ahead of time can we prevent them from harming more people on earth!

Killing them will prevent more people from being harmed by them, reduce the number of sins they commit, and lessen their torment in hell.

Therefore, killing all these guilty people is a good thing for everyone!

Just kill them all!

Jerusalem engulfed in flames

This is the promised land that Judah longed for, their holy city, a fertile land flowing with milk and honey.

Amidst the blazing fire, only endless wails and repentance could be heard.

Dongjiang held Gaiafa in his hand, making him witness his compatriots screaming and howling in the fire.

"Look, your people are suffering in the fire," Dongjiang said with undisguised glee.

"This is your destiny in life, and it will be your future after death. You will die in the flames, and you will wail eternally in the flames."

Gaiapha was now speechless, his trembling body curled up like a charred corpse, his throat, unable to utter a sound, only serving to pray for mercy from some unknown heaven.

Pray for forgiveness, pray for blessings, or even pray for a true angel to descend and kill this demon!

But no, absolutely nothing.

He became hysterical, screaming like a shrew driven mad, staring intently at Dongjiang, shrieking that he was a devil.

"I may not be a real angel, but what difference does it make?" Tsurugi laughed as he looked at the hysterical Gaiapha.

"Whether it's a devil or an angel, aren't they all doing the same thing?"

He let go of her hand.

Caiaphas's body fell into the burning Jerusalem, and amidst his wailing, his body was instantly swallowed up, while his soul plummeted into hell in an instant!

His fate was already sealed.

He will fall into the eighth level of hell, where he will be specially punished as the main culprit in the murder of Jesus. He will be nailed to the ground in the manner of Christ's Passion, and because the path is narrow, other condemned people will have to step over him, causing him twice the pain.

The thought of such torment made Tsugumi unable to suppress a smile.

He likes the idea that evil will be punished.

He despised these high-and-mighty, hypocritical people who set forth rules, created rules, yet disregarded them. They pretended to be righteous and noble while openly plundering others' possessions. Ugh… what a terrible response.

"Alright, that should all be over now."

A mournful voice came from behind, and before anyone knew it, the being wrapped in the holy shroud was suddenly untied.

The seemingly ordinary man has been resurrected here, gazing at the burning Jerusalem with anguish and sorrow.

The Holy Son is willing to forgive even the sinners who torment and harm him, and he cannot bear to see a burning city.

He didn't know why this outsider had descended to the mortal realm and gained his father's approval and power. He was nothing like a saint or an angel, and he even bore the mark of the Goetia.

“Your heart is filled with anger at injustice and a desire for destruction. You are not calm, my friend. It is not the right path for someone to wield power to judge others.”

The Holy Son looked at the man who had saved him and earnestly tried to persuade him.

"Whether this ends or not is not up to you, Joseph Joshua." Tsugumi grinned, decisively rejecting Jesus's request.

“This ordinary-looking spear is still shining, which means that the being that granted me this power still has no intention of taking it back. And—” Tsugumi raised the radiant holy spear, and with a thought, it transformed into a holy sound battle axe resembling a guitar.

He blinked, because this was not his thought; at this moment, he felt a grand will acting through his body!

Of course, Tsugumi can switch character cards at any time to get rid of this status, but why would she do that?

He'd love to see what the world's most epic father-son argument would look like!

“Many people in this city are innocent and do not deserve this suffering. They should not be condemned to hell and tormented there before I atone for my sins…”

Realizing who was arguing with him behind this mortal, Jesus began to reason with him. However, the next second, through the will of Tsurugi's body, Jesus suddenly played the Holy Axe in his hand. Under the witness of burning Jerusalem and all of Rome, amidst the violent guitar sounds, he abruptly began to sing a rock song called "Hell Is Forever".

Yes, God is singing—or rather, debating with His Son through singing.

Are you and your son from Disney?

"Let me interrupt you to save us some time. If your suggestion is to let them ascend, climb the ladder to heaven, and cross the sacred gate, I'm sorry, my dear, but going against their destiny is unacceptable."

The radiant 'angel,' under the watchful gaze of the entire Roman Empire, played a noisy and dynamic melody, singing of soaring once more.

He flew towards the European continent, towards the Apennine Peninsula.

The Romans who witnessed this screamed in disbelief that the horrific punishment was not yet over and was even about to extend to them. They watched anxiously, desperately hoping that the merciful heir would win the debate.

"Because hell is eternal, whether you like it or not. You had your chance, but now you only deserve to boil in a pot!!!"

He arrived at Capri and crashed down on the emperor like a meteorite, causing the earth to crack! He didn't even use a weapon; he simply stretched out his left hand, covered in golden armor, grabbed Tiberius by the neck, and lifted him off the ground.

"Ren, benevolence..."

The second emperor of Rome, Octavian's successor, now stood with his feet off the ground, struggling futilely like a chicken being strangled, his face flushed a deep purplish-red from lack of oxygen, only able to plead in desperate struggle.

A smile of pleasure, whether from God or himself, appeared on Dongjiang's face. His five fingers slowly tightened as he played the Holy Sound Battle Axe and sang madly.

"The rules are black and white; trying to resist is futile."

"They burned for their sins, until we take everything from them again!!!"

The emperor's head was crushed, and then transformed into a human-shaped torch.

He waved his hand, scattering the ashes, and then flew over Rome. Jesus followed, arguing vehemently.

"But many people in this city are innocent! The children, the people living devoutly..."