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

Cheers erupted in bars, living rooms, and squares across the country. Faced with this sudden spectacle, they witnessed their nation's army triumph over the evil ghosts of the Third Reich—whatever the reason, celebration and pride were all that mattered!

The cry of "America! America! America!" echoed through the sky.

But the cheers came to an abrupt end.

Amidst countless shelling attacks and the pervasive black mist, a terrifying being rose to its feet.

He was so enormous, facing the cannons and legions before him, a low sneer accompanied by the thud of his breastplate being struck.

"Such a weak attack!"

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P.S.: Sony really managed to squeeze the mushroom (referring to a specific product/organization) tightly...

Having transmigrated, my only purpose is to kill, kill, kill! : 90. Destiny, Domination, Deception!

Amidst the ignorant cheers of the crowd, the black mist contracted, condensed, and settled inward, then parted to both sides like a tide.

Then, footsteps rang in everyone's ears.

The world seemed to become quieter than death in an instant; no sound could be heard, no heartbeat could be heard, only the footsteps that tapped against the heart.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

He appeared.

The first thing to emerge from the black mist was a huge iron boot—a dark, blood-like metal covered with a menacing greaves. As the main body of the armor appeared, the temperature of the surrounding air dropped by twenty degrees, and the white breath exhaled by the soldiers condensed into ice crystals in the air.

It was a colossal steel statue that defied description; not that it was indescribable, but that anyone who looked directly at it was utterly terrified.

The enormous figure surpassed his original size. Five meters? No, with his advance, with the surge of black mist, with the infusion of souls.

Ten meters, fifteen meters, twenty meters, thirty meters, fifty meters!

Its figure remained at this level, but at such a height, it was already a colossal shadow that blotted out the sky for the army in front!

[Samael's Power (666h6min6s)]

'Blessed by Samael, the Lord of the Fourth Ring, this brief grant of immense magical power will dissipate completely in 666 hours, 6 minutes, and 6 seconds after activation.'

[Power of Domination (6h6min6s)]

'Absorbing souls and infusing the souls of the defeated into your body grants immense power, amplifying your form and bestowing upon you even greater strength! However, this also requires even more power to sustain its effects!'

Dongjiang's power has increased dramatically, surged, and exploded at this moment!

He used the power of the media demon to generate so much attention, and then switched to the posture of the king of life and death. Although he could not reap the enormous power brought by the media demon, it didn't matter!

The power bestowed by Samael, combined with the nourishment she was receiving from absorbing souls, made Tsurugi feel extremely intoxicated!

This is a completely different experience from becoming a paladin or blowing a horn in the manner of a saint.

Although he was favored by Heaven, ultimately, whether a saint or a paladin, these powers all carried the 'Achilles' heel' of Western-style powerhouses.

Perhaps one day, he will no longer be favored by God?

Or perhaps one day, his enemy will be a saint who should not be his enemy?

Tsurugi cannot guarantee such a situation. If this were a game, his profession might be extremely powerful, but if everything depends on random fate, he might inevitably pursue other powers that he can control.

Admittedly, the power of demons is not very stable; in essence, it is still a power that rises and falls with the tides.

But before his other character cards develop—

The King of Life and Death was his most satisfying and powerful form!

"Fire! Keep firing!"

The National Guard commander roared, breaking free from fear, and the tank cannons roared again, armor-piercing shells heading straight for Tsurugi's chest. But those shells, powerful enough to penetrate armor, lost their power the moment they touched his armor, as if hitting cotton, under the invisible dark green ripples. The shell casings twisted and deformed, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

The colossal Iron King, standing fifty meters tall, stood there like an ancient, unyielding cliff, enduring the endless blows of mortals!

The low laughter echoed like a curse in the ears of every terrified mortal, whether they were present or not, they all heard this almost contemptuous mockery.

He moved; he pounded his chest heavily! The clash of metal against metal produced a dull echo!

"Steel, eternal and immortal!!!!"

All the artillery fire couldn't even penetrate that steel by a fraction, not even qualifying to be used for scraping!

He slowly raised his left hand, and the massive warhammer "Nightfall" appeared in his hand. Then, his other hand held the hand of a teetering soul.

"Mr. President?!"

Countless Americans stared in horror at the ethereal, transparent figure of the former US president, his pale face still bearing traces of the anxiety and fear he had felt in life, his signature brown hair having lost its luster and hanging down like withered grass.

His body was twisted and deformed under the shackles of his soul, with a dark hole in his chest, the mark of his soul being extracted. His sharp blue eyes were now replaced by eerie blue flames, and the pupils reflected a terrifying scene.

“Every one of your souls will be enslaved by the King of Life and Death, just like him!”

“Let us pay tribute to him,” Tsugumi laughed, “and bid farewell to the country he served.”

The next second, Nightfall rose up.

Without magic or incantation, Tsurugi simply slammed the giant hammer heavily onto the ground.

In an instant, the attack, which stretched for thousands of meters, easily lifted a large number of tanks in the front formation. The 30-ton steel vehicles spun three times in the air like children's toys before crashing into the artillery positions behind them.

Firelight, shattering, death

He then raised his hand, controlling the dead souls and the shattered steel!

"My will is once again infused with steel!!!"

The ethereal, deep echoes were followed by the shattered iron pieces reforming into steel death knights, into which the souls that had lost their bodies entered, and then the slaughter continued!

Then, he continued forward, accompanied by black mist and steel.

Wielding the Nightfall Warhammer, each strike was accompanied by devastating force. Tanks were crushed into piles of scrap metal; soldiers' bones were shattered by the shockwaves; National Guard artillery positions were leveled under his trampling, and black mist poured from his hands, transforming the bodies of the dead into new undead.

"The afterlife is calling!!!"

Slaughter, destruction, trampling!

He advances like a ruler of death. He tramples like divine punishment!

"Mom, is he Satan?"

A child watching the live stream nestled in his mother's arms, asking in fear...

No one knows if he is a demon, after all, he doesn't look like a traditional red-skinned monster, but in any case, his appearance and actions make him an absolute enemy of mortals!

The army began to flee.

Even though they still possessed considerable strength, they had lost their courage, and faced with an absolutely invincible monster, their morale simply could not be maintained.

Fear and fleeing were the only options they could make.

Tsurugi did not pursue, nor did he need to. He looked up and saw the approaching fiery stars.

Is that a missile, or could it be a nuclear weapon?

He didn't know, but he was looking at the incoming missile, the steel, the metal, everything.

A fatal strangulation!

An invisible, eerie green claw appeared in the air, pulling, manipulating, and tearing metal before it exploded in mid-air!

Flames dyed the sky of Washington red, the heavens even more intense than the sunset clouds, and the brilliance of the flames scorched the iron armor of the spirits, making it shine!

—Even nuclear weapons can't defeat this monster?!

Vice President Johnson thought desperately, yet they seemed powerless to stop the monster in the slightest!

And Tsurugi knew it was time for her performance to reach its climax.

The hustle and bustle of the living world, the eternity of the afterlife!

Let me show you that death is not the end, but merely the beginning of another kind of suffering!

So, let's get started.

Activate the power given by Samael, and lead them into that hell, into that—the cycle of reincarnation!

"Destiny! Domination! Deception!"

He raised the Nightfall high, and it fell like a soaring song, with a wave of eerie green spreading outwards. Then, President Johnson, his staff, the other soldiers, and everyone in Washington!

Their souls left their bodies and came to a desolate, lifeless, and empty world!

“Your kingdom is full of sin, folly, greed, wrath, and pride. It is more difficult to find righteous people in the centers of your power than in Gomorrah!”

Weak souls endure the chilling winds of despair, wailing in agony, while they worship with fear the King of Life and Death who sits on the throne!

"But perhaps there are innocent among you. If so, let his light judge you! Those who are worthy, return to mortal form; those who are not, belong to me!!!"

As he spoke, he attempted to summon holy light within this cycle of despair.

The light of Heaven was still responding to him, even though he had committed such acts of slaughter against humanity; Heaven still recognized him and responded to him.

Perhaps he was not wrong, or perhaps from Heaven's perspective, the capital of the world's most powerful nation is a first-rate city of sin.

In any case, Heaven responded to his request, casting beams of light that brought back the good, rare souls who did not deserve to die to their bodies.

Some people watched as the souls beside them were drawn by the beam of light, screaming and trying to rush forward to be taken along, but the price was being burned by the flames.

These sinful souls are abandoned and despised by Heaven, and no amount of repentance can change their sins.

About three-fifths of the souls of Washington were taken away.

This means that, in Heaven's view, the remaining two-fifths are sinful souls who are not worthy of redemption or being guided to Heaven!

Therefore, they were abandoned and could not return to their own bodies, but could only suffer and be enslaved in the cycle of suffering in the Dongjiang River!

So the abandoned souls began to pray and repent hysterically, clinging to the belief that a final prayer before death would grant them the right to go to heaven.

Tsurugi watched their wails with a mocking gaze.

Yes, God did promise that humans could go to heaven if they repented before they died, but the prerequisite was that you had to atone for your sins!

Only souls that have atoneed for all their sins and sincerely and devoutly repent are qualified to enter heaven.

“Your Lord does not look at your prayers, nor does He ask for your faith. He wants you to act righteously and not repeat your sins. But you, who have already been denied, have no support now.”

"Therefore, you will belong to me, and I will cast you into the furnace!"