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

Tsurugi raised her Nightfall, which fell amidst the screams of souls.

Having transmigrated, I'm here to kill, kill, kill! : 91. Lucifer: What makes him like you so much?

Forward! Forward! Forward!

The army of the dead, led by the monarch of life and death, continued to advance.

The Dongjiang River never stopped, leading countless billowing black mists to spread in all directions.

Overnight, the White House and the Pentagon were destroyed, and millions died in Washington!

Two-fifths of lives were lost in this American capital, their souls taken away, their bodies left in horrified states, motionless.

Wow! I wonder how much money all those Gundams on the ground could fetch!

He trampled Washington and ravaged the land for three days, half of America trembling and wailing under the trampling of the King of Life and Death. All the armies that tried to resist either died or became cowards who dared not advance!

However, all attempts to stop them were in vain. The United States had tried to find the power of the mystical side, but whether it was exorcists or others, they were as insignificant as dust in front of the army of the King of Life and Death.

They even managed to bring the Pope here by half-binding and half-coercing him, but as soon as Pope John XXIII's plane landed, all the people who brought him were shot down—no one knows what that devil said to the Pope, but the Pope, upon returning to Rome, immediately announced the excommunication of the entire United States!

Not only that, he also declared that all members of YSL, which had been established for less than 20 years, were enemies of God and damned heretics!

Although Protestants and Jews generally disregarded the Pope, the direct denial from the Holy See accelerated the already chaotic United States toward the brink of civil war.

As for YSL?

Tsugumi was too lazy to control these dead Nazis and make RTS games, so she simply opened a Dark Portal and threw them into YSL to do what they used to do.

In any case, this is something that both Heaven and Hell would be happy to see happen, as these first chosen people of the Lord are probably the only race on earth that is not protected by Heaven.

Both secular and divine authority submit to the King of Life and Death!

He single-handedly insulted and raped the entire United States!

After wreaking havoc for three days, the demon departed.

But the death toll in America has exceeded eight figures, and the entire territory of YSL has fallen, leaving only six figures of Jews who have been forced to embark on a journey of exile once again.

But this time, no one will dare to take them in; even if they wander, they are destined to be unable to preserve the name of their race.

After all, this time, it was the Pope and the 'Demon King' of Hell who jointly declared that they were a group of damned enemies of God, denying everything about them from the outset.

What remains for the Americans, besides the euphoria of surviving the catastrophe, is a more pressing and dire reality.

The social vacuum created by the deaths of millions, the deaths of the president and vice president, and the near-total purge of government officials in the White House and the Pentagon have brought about the most direct chaos in the country.

The division of the United States, much like that of the United Kingdom, is arguably unstoppable; it is a complete disintegration in every aspect, from religion to political power to everything else.

But compared to these, what faces this provisional government, which may not even last long, is another, even bigger problem.

How would they define this enemy that destroyed Washington?

Demon? Monster? Alien? Or is it the new weapon of the evil red empire they've been touting?

Yes, even if you put the evidence of God and the devil right in front of these people, their first reaction is not to admit it, but to deceive themselves and try to find an answer that they think is reasonable.

Rather than calling it self-deception and foolishness, it's more accurate to say they're simply afraid to admit it.

They are afraid to admit how much blood and tears lie behind their current success, and they are afraid that their luxurious life today will only be evidence of their sins that will lead them to eternal suffering in hell.

They are unwilling to donate their wealth to help those "untouchables," and they are afraid of future torment, so it is perfectly normal for them to deny it in self-deception.

However, they certainly don't need to worry about the problem of that red empire.

Because that terrifying king of life and death, after completely trampling on all of America's dignity and power, also went to Moscow.

It's hard to say what the outcome will be, but in short, both the Soviet Union and the United States had to be forced to acknowledge one thing—

They are no longer the world’s strongest political and military entity. Their strength has been greatly reduced and their development has been severely hampered. Whatever the entity that is whipping them or where it is located, the fact that they have failed cannot be erased.

So, in a cliché yet perfectly logical way, the two countries, who never wanted to destroy each other, chose to back down and shake hands in reconciliation.

It doesn't matter who the enemy is. They might say it's an alien, or they might say it's a devil, but the name is just a vague, displaced target.

Importantly, external conflicts once again successfully diverted their disputes, giving them a chance to barely survive for a while longer.

What will happen to them is neither known nor important to Dongjiang; he has already returned to hell with a full load of spoils.

Three years after he left, the world's two poles finally shattered completely, but strangely enough, this chaos did not bring about much upheaval.

Conversely, in the following thirty years, one new system of theology based on human liberation began to emerge, and the old pattern of Gresham's Law—bad money driving out good, and great men planting trees while scoundrels reaped the fruits—almost ceased to occur. Human political systems, in a strange way, embarked on a different path of harmonious development...

"Mission accomplished."

For Samael, returning to the Ring of Rage seemed to have happened in the blink of an eye.

"You were born to be with us!"

Samael welcomed the returning Thrush and praised it.

"The war has been ended, the destruction caused by rage and fury is gone, and you have saved the world."

"That sounds strange coming from you..." Tsugumi said, abandoning her air of authority as the King of Life and Death, glancing sideways at him.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with the new power you've gained?"

“Very strong, but—” Tsurugi looked at the black mist swirling in her hand, at the weeping spirit, and squeezed hard.

The soul shattered and vanished in an instant.

"It's actually a bit...not quite convenient for me."

He played this Lich King mode once and his opinion was terrible. Why? Because he's a fan of action and RPG games!

He could accept MOBA games if all else failed, but he just wasn't used to this RTS mode.

Fortunately, this mode isn't mandatory. If you don't want to control these undead, you can use them to strengthen yourself and still fight.

However, this still made him somewhat unhappy. Both demon forms were very useful and needed to him. The Media Demon brought him the thrill of live streaming, but lacked power, while the King of Life and Death granted him power but had a mode he didn't like.

Of course, perhaps he just hasn't found a way that suits him.

"Nothing in this world is perfect." Samael stepped down from the throne.

"Shall we continue our journey? If we follow Dante's path, we will pass through the Ten Trench of the Deceiver, the Tomb of the Heretics, and..."

“Let’s go straight to our final destination,” Tsugumi interrupted.

This journey through hell has already been very rewarding for him, so there's no need to continue his journey. He wants to go straight to the center and complete the contract.

So Samael simply dragged him down the mountain.

Just as they had fallen through nine days and nights after their failed rebellion against the heavens, they fell through the remaining four days and nights, finally reaching the deepest part of hell—Lake Cocytus.

In stark contrast to the intense heat of hell, this place is an extremely cold realm.

Here there are no living beings, no sinners, no demons; proud souls that fall here will only merge into the endless ice. The Ring of Pride has no demons belonging to Lucifer, for the Lord of Hell will not allow anyone to be freer than him.

This is a paradox: if you are not free enough, Lucifer will look down on you; if you are free enough, Lucifer will feel that he is provoking you.

The souls that are cast into this place will only meet one fate: to be frozen and destroyed in endless cold.

“So—the mark on you is a miracle that will never happen again,” Samael said.

"He's an annoyingly arrogant guy, but also a very capable leader—'I'd rather be king in hell than a slave in heaven.' Although this was just his stubbornness after his failure, there's no denying that he's the best among us."

"Hmm, also the most stubborn one?" Tsurugi tilted her head and said.

"He's probably the Satan who got stepped on the most by Michael..."

“Samael, it’s rare to see a volatile maniac like you come here to visit me.”

A voice, somewhat familiar yet not entirely familiar, softly sounded from behind.

Tsurugi's body stiffened slightly. He turned around, and a radiant, handsome, beautiful, and pure figure appeared behind him, smiling at him.

Her appearance needs no description; the radiant being's countenance can be simply described as absolutely perfect. If one had to point out something, her appearance is somewhat similar to one Tsugumi had seen before—a beautiful young woman with white hair and red eyes... In short, a Chai Nie-sensei top!

Moreover, more than his appearance, Tsugumi's current problem might be that he felt there was something unfriendly about Lucifer's smile.

“Oh, what a special guest. Samael, let me have a good talk with him.”

Lucifer laughed, then grabbed Tsurugi and vanished into the deepest depths of Hell. Samael caught the falling feather and shrugged.

May God bless you...

In the blink of an eye, Tsurugi returned to the human world. He didn't know where he was; it seemed to be Europe. Anyway, he was in front of a coffee shop.

Lucifer sat across from him, dressed in a light black suit, his arms crossed, watching Tsurugi with a relaxed yet amused expression.

"So, you are the most unusual sinner in Hell recently? The only one who became a demon marquis while being a mortal?"

"Is it not allowed?"

Although there was a slight embarrassment at being arrested on the spot for speaking ill of others, Tsugumi quickly composed herself, picked up her coffee, and said calmly.

"Of course you can, but you are indeed the first person since the beginning of time."

Lucifer was very kind; when he smiled, his golden eyes seemed to possess a magical power that could see into one's soul.

"You're quite an interesting person, Mr. Tsugumi."

He straightened his posture, took out a piece of paper from somewhere, and looked at its contents.

“You appeared after Jesus was killed, and you used, oh—the power of heresy—to slaughter those who betrayed him, and then you deceived them into believing that you were the Father’s messenger.”

“I don’t think that was deception,” Tsugumi said, taking a sip of her coffee and shrugging.

"Isn't Lord of Armies also a title for another god? I must be impersonating another god—at least to those Romans."

"You cunning fellow." Lucifer tapped the table as if laughing and scolding, then continued...

"And then, you slaughtered the whole of Jerusalem and burned Rome to ashes. Ugh, I should like you for that reason."

"I thought you and Jesus would be enemies," Tsugumi said, looking at Lucifer with interest.

“I refuse to kneel not only to Jesus, but also to Adam—and even more so to him,” Lucifer said calmly, taking a sip of his coffee.

"But if you say they're pretty much the same, do you know what our conversation was like?"

"Adam said that angels are the purest and most spotless. But I told him that humans also have their own unique qualities, so he asked me, 'Should we worship each other when we see each other?'"

I replied to him—there was no need for formalities, and neither he nor I would refuse to bow.