Samsara Space: They're all begging me to heal them one more time.

The headquarters of the cult, the highest central authority.

On the huge holographic screen, the brutal "massacre" that had just taken place was being played.

Pope Sanctus turned deathly pale, his scepter trembling slightly. "Your Excellency Badr... these three monsters... they are destroying all our defenses! The Gates of Hell are no match for them!"

However, the Luminous Sage Baldr, standing to the side, showed no sign of panic.

Instead, as he watched the devastating energy fluctuations on the screen, extreme fanaticism and greed shone through his single eye.

"Block it? No, Sanctus, don't you understand?"

Badr turned around and looked at the huge, not yet fully awakened, statue of the "Savior" behind him.

The enormous gem on the statue's chest flashed with each violent explosion on the screen, greedily absorbing the vast amount of free energy in the air.

"There's no need to stop them."

Badr opened his arms as if embracing the chaos.

"The demonic power of the Son of Sparta, the chaotic magic of the Dark Left Eye, and the pure divine amplification brought by that mysterious Easterner."

"This is the final piece of the puzzle that the savior is missing from his awakening!"

Badr sneered, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Let them come! Let them bring this world-destroying energy...walk right into our trap!"

"The moment they step into the core hall will be the moment a new world is born!"

……

The only way to the core area of ​​the cult is a huge suspension bridge shrouded in mist.

Below the bridge lies a bottomless abyss, while on the other side stands the cult's headquarters building, towering like the Tower of Babel.

"What a boring view."

Bayonetta walked at the front with a cat-like gait, her high heels clicking crisply on the empty bridge. "Is this cult's aesthetic, besides 'big' and 'white,' just this kind of tasteless fog?"

"I think it's alright."

Dante followed behind, carrying his greatsword and a rose he had just picked up from the roadside (actually a demonic plant) dangling from his mouth. "At least the monsters here are quite friendly, though they're not very durable."

Zhang Yuan walked at the back, maintaining the team's buff aura while checking the map on his tactical glasses.

"Gentlemen, the road ahead won't be so easy."

He pointed to the mist across the bridge, "According to 'Eastern divination,' there's a very strong...repulsive reaction there."

Before he could finish speaking...

Boom—Buzzing sound!!!

A violent roar of engines suddenly descended from the sky, tearing through the fog.

A bright red heavy motorcycle, like a red lightning bolt, swooped down vertically from the exterior wall of the headquarters building!

"That is..." Bayonetta stopped abruptly.

The locomotive traced a perfect arc in the air before crashing heavily into the center of the suspension bridge, kicking up clouds of dust.

The wheels screeched against the ground, emitting a piercing whistle.

As the dust settled, the rider's true face was revealed.

She was a tall woman, wearing a tight red and silver leather jumpsuit, goggles, and sporting a neat short silver hairstyle.

On her chest hung a gemstone pendant similar in style to Bayonetta's, but in red.

Joan of Arc.

Bayonetta's former best friend, now her nemesis, and... a top-tier henchman brainwashed by Baldr.

"This road is blocked."

Joan of Arc's voice was as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion. She straddled the motorcycle, her long legs planted firmly on the ground, holding four magical guns called "All 4 One" in her hands.

"It's you..."

Bayonetta took off her glasses, wiped them lightly, and the smile on her lips gradually disappeared, replaced by a complex and dangerous expression.

"Since you're here, why didn't you say hello? Or... is it that your bleached brain can no longer hold the concept of politeness?"

"Purge...heretics."

Without a word, Joan of Arc revved the engine. The red motorcycle roared again, charging towards the three like a mad bull.

"Be careful!"

Dante instinctively wanted to draw his sword and step forward.

"Don't move, Pizza Man."

Bayonetta stretched out a hand and stopped Dante.

She didn't turn around, but her voice carried an undeniable resolve.

"This is my household chores."

She put her glasses back on, drew her magic gun with both hands, and her long hair danced wildly behind her as the magic surged, weaving into a black, tight-fitting combat suit.

"This lost kitten... I'll train it myself."

boom!

The two figures, one red and one black, collided instantly.

The roar of motorcycles, the explosions of magic guns, and the massive fists and feet summoned by the two witches clashed wildly in mid-air. The level of this battle clearly exceeded the scope of what "mortals" could intervene in.

"Wow, women fighting is terrifying."

Dante shrugged and sheathed his greatsword. "Since it's a family matter, it's indeed inappropriate for me to interfere. However..."

He turned to look at the demon army pouring out of the abyss below the bridge, and at the three other gates of hell in the distance that were still spewing demonic energy.

"It's too noisy here, and those open doors really bother me."

Dante stretched his neck and looked at Zhang Yuan. "Father, boss, since our main force is tied down, shouldn't we change our tactics?"

Great minds think alike.

Zhang Yuan adjusted his glasses and quickly made a decision.

The current situation is exactly the "divergence" moment he has been waiting for.

While it's certainly satisfying to win without lifting a finger, teaming up with these two pros makes it impossible to get any kills!

Having experienced the explosive income of the first three worlds, Zhang Yuan's ever-growing appetite can no longer be satisfied by relying solely on the system's contribution distribution and the "holy tithe" as a basic subsistence allowance.

"In that case, let's split into three groups."

Zhang Yuan pulled out a map from his pocket (provided by Agnas) and pointed to the red dots around the city.

"Mr. Dante, please go and deal with the remaining Gates of Hell. Those things are the source of the Order's power; if they are not shut down, demons will continue to pour out."

"Got it, I know all about demolition and relocation." Dante whistled, then leaped off the suspension bridge, landing on the head of a flying demon as he soared into the distance. "Remember to give me extra money later!"

Watching Dante depart, Zhang Yuan turned around and glanced at Bayonetta, who was engaged in a vertical battle with Joan of Arc on the bridge and even on the wall of a building.

"Ms. Bayonetta, I'm leaving this to you." Zhang Yuan waved casually and greeted her loudly.

Without paying attention to whether Bayonetta had heard him, he straightened his collar and fixed his gaze on the empty gate of the cult headquarters in front of him.

"As for me..." Zhang Yuan's lips curled into an expectant smile.

"It's time to go to the core laboratory."

"Go and reclaim that power that was carefully preserved..."

He strode forward, ignoring the deafening explosions behind him, and like a devout pilgrim, walked step by step into the Tower of Babel, a symbol of greed and ambition.