Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Her entire being resembled a flower of death composed of guns, and right in the center of this flower—

Obsidian's head was still hanging there.

He opened his mouth, and two voices mingled together, making it impossible to tell who was speaking:

"I hereby declare to the world—"

The sound grew louder and louder, more and more chaotic, like countless people speaking at the same time, like a chorus of thousands of dead.

"I, the third son of war, the master of smoke and fire, a man-made nightmare—"

"The demon of the gun has been resurrected here!"

Chapter 55, Learning from Lady Villette's Virtues

The Demon of Guns.

The perpetrator of the most heinous and despicable tragedy in human history, upon his first arrival in the human world, traversed the globe within 352 heartbeats, slaughtering millions of lives!

The deaths of millions brought millions of people the most extreme fear, and that fear further enhanced the power of the Gun Demon, ultimately forcing Queen Alvira to activate the Source Matter to eliminate it from the world.

However, this terrifying demon of guns is not known for its violence.

On the contrary, among the three children of war, in terms of pure destructive power, it is far inferior to its two older brothers, the nuclear explosion and the tank, and it has not even reached the rank of lord, only possessing the status of a high-ranking demon.

So why is it called the most vicious demon in history?

Because guns represent the highest level of violence that ordinary people can access.

The moment you pull the trigger, no matter how small you are, you can instantly become God, arbitrarily taking the lives of others—no one can resist the pleasure that violence brings, and therefore no one can resist the fear of firearms.

Now it has returned, but the world has long forgotten its name.

It thus fell from its position and, guided by the Primal One, possessed a golden bishop of a sect of the Primal God.

Then, with the help of the Obsidian Bishop, he made deals with people time and time again, spreading guns and ammunition all over the world, and repeatedly exaggerating the violence of guns in the news... In the end, through a deal with the Obsidian Bishop, he usurped the position and announced the return of the demon of guns to the world with countless bullets!

The moment the Gun Demon took shape, Cheng Cheng and the others realized the danger and activated their Sacred Domains, retreating rapidly backward.

However, it was too late.

Hundreds of gun barrels protruded from the demon's body, and countless firing pins struck the primer, causing millions of bullets to fire in succession. The barrage swept across all life within a twenty-mile radius like a torrential rain, so dense that they could collide in mid-air!

Each bullet leaves the barrel at a speed of thousands of meters per second, indiscriminately tearing apart all buildings and fortifications, piercing through all life as thin as paper!

…………

Five miles away, a couple on a date in the park heard the sounds of the earlier fight and were calling the police while fleeing into the distance.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's in the Forest National Park, hurry up and come!"

The man hung up the phone, grabbed his fiancée, and kept reassuring her, "It's okay, we're so far apart, the court officials will be here soon, we'll be fine!"

"Yes!" The fiancée nodded vigorously. "Next week is my wedding with the one I love most, how could I possibly die here?"

"Sorlindis..."

The man, moved, cupped his fiancée's face in his hands.

“Rayl…”

The woman closed her eyes, as if about to share a passionate kiss.

The next moment, a hail of bullets swept through the forest, snapping all the trees, and the man and woman were reduced to a bloody pulp with a muffled groan!

…………

Ten miles away, a class was in session at a school. The teacher was giving a long lecture on the history of the kingdom, while the students below were snoring loudly.

The boy in the back row by the window looked at the scenery outside with boredom, lost in his daydream.

In his fantasy, a demon suddenly descends upon the classroom, biting the annoying teacher to death. The students scatter and flee, but he slowly stands up, smiles slightly, and says, "It's alright, I'll take care of it." Then, he kills the demon with a single move!

Then, Lord Vilette and the Sword Saint appeared in the classroom at the same time, knelt on one knee, and shouted, "Welcome back to the Dragon King!" The class beauty blushed and confessed to him, but he was moved but refused, saying that he had already dedicated his life to all mankind. He then resolutely accepted the invitation and stood at the top of the world with the two legends to protect the kingdom!

"hey-hey……"

The boy in his fantasy grinned foolishly, and through the window mirror, he saw his own stiff smile, and—

Tens of millions of bullets are hurtling towards us!

The next moment, the entire classroom was pierced by bullets. Cement, bricks, glass, and wooden tables and chairs were torn apart by bullets. A storm of fragments swept everything away, leaving only a mess of ruins and dozens of mangled corpses.

…………

Seven miles away, in a small church, believers were celebrating Mass, praying for the blessing of the Amber God...

Twelve miles away, a couple is kissing passionately in a hotel, experiencing their first time together...

Fourteen miles away, a homeless man took out his last savings, hoping to eat a sausage and drink a good drink before he died...

Fifteen miles away, a middle-aged man on a construction site put down his bricks; he had finally saved enough money for his daughter's medicine...

Seventeen miles away, a man clenched his fists, sitting anxiously outside the delivery room. He was about to become a father, but he was not ready...

He no longer needs to prepare.

They don't need to prepare anything.

Beautiful love, responsibilities on one's shoulders, naive dreams... all beautiful things were swept away by the metal storm. In an instant, the capital was transformed into a slaughterhouse, and lives fell in droves like wheat being harvested. One by one, the innocent souls under the guns converged on the demon of the guns, carrying the extreme fear before death, transforming into the densely packed, distorted faces on its chest.

They roared in pain and struggled in despair, yet tragically became the source of power for the perpetrators.

The body of the Gun Demon grew even larger, reaching a height of over a hundred meters in the blink of an eye!

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The first wave of sweeping attacks has ended.

Cheng Cheng coughed up a mouthful of blood, crawled out of the smoke, wiped the blood from his eyes, and looked around—

Paul died once again, his body and the Sanctuary riddled with bullets; Freya and Li Xianyu, hiding behind the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries, were lucky enough to survive, but they were also covered in wounds and were not much better off than him.

"This is also a way to rise to power..."

Looking at the Gun Demon's massive body shrouded in smoke, and then thinking about the plane crash and the chicken-tiger-bear-wolf-dog he had just defeated, Cheng Cheng felt more and more that there was something wrong with the world's realm divisions.

What does it mean that even a Foundation Establishment cultivator who has been in the Foundation Establishment stage for ten thousand years is still considered a Foundation Establishment cultivator? What does it mean that even a cultivator with three thousand Golden Cores is still considered a Golden Core cultivator?

Why bother with dividing realms then?

In my opinion, a Foundation Establishment cultivator should be no match for a Golden Core cultivator, because the Golden Core represents a qualitative leap, and their level should be much higher; a Nascent Soul cultivator should also be no match for a Deity Transformation cultivator, because Deity Transformation cultivators all possess a Primordial Spirit, and the Primordial Spirit is invincible!

That's more like it!

He gritted his teeth, staggered toward Freya, and prepared to pull them away quickly.

Just then, Sylvia's voice suddenly rang in my mind—

"No need."

Cheng Cheng was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"look up."

Following Sylvia's prompting, Cheng Cheng looked up at the sky.

The sky turned gray.

Dark clouds surged in from all directions, layer upon layer, churning and converging, obscuring the sunlight as if one could reach out and touch them; a flash of light appeared in the dark clouds, the low roar of thunder, and a gale suddenly rose, carrying the smell of rain and gunpowder, howling across the forest, swirling up fallen leaves and dust, dissipating the thick stench of blood.

A storm is coming!

Cheng Cheng squinted and looked up at the sky, where a figure was slowly descending from the depths of the dark clouds.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a dark robe.

His hair was disheveled by the wind, and his robes fluttered in the gale, but his figure remained motionless, like a sword thrust between heaven and earth. In his right hand he held a scepter, the top of which was inlaid with a pale blue gem that emitted a reassuring light.

He is Cheng Cheng's father-in-law, whom he kept in the dark, the kingdom's highest judge, and a legend who wields the "Justice" card.

Violet de Claire.

His gaze swept over the ruins below—the broken trees, the collapsed buildings, the corpses lying in pools of blood—and a trace of grief flashed in his eyes.

Then, grief was replaced by anger.

He opened his right hand, palm facing the gun demon on the ground:

"In the name of Vilette, the Kingdom's Highest Judge, this verdict is hereby pronounced!"

The moment the words fell, the world changed color, and a huge golden courtroom phantom appeared out of thin air!

The courthouse soared into the clouds, with twelve colossal pillars supporting its dome. Above the dome, countless runes flowed and flickered, and a chair made of pure light sat high above!

The ground began to tremble!

Golden chains, as thick as giant logs and as dense as spider webs, stretched out from the ground, frantically wrapping around the body of the gun demon, piercing through the smoke, through the metal, through the countless gun barrels on its body, cutting into its flesh and locking its soul!

The demon of guns struggled and resisted, but in the face of "justice," it was as lowly as an ant!

Villette's voice rang out again, each word like a gavel striking the heavens and earth:

"The Demon of Guns, guilty of massacre, destruction, desecration, and crimes against humanity—"

He spoke slowly, deliberately, word by word:

"guilty."

"death penalty."

"boom--!!!"

The body of the Gun Demon began to disintegrate!

One by one, the gun barrels exploded; one by one, the magazines fell off; the chains wrapped around it tightened wildly; the huge machine gun fell and crashed to the ground, creating deep craters.

The barrel broke, the cartridge case shattered, and the hundreds-of-meters-tall body, under the legendary verdict, crumbled inch by inch like paper, disintegrating into pieces and turning to ashes!

This is the power of legend, as majestic and inviolable as the might of heaven. With a single thought, even the Demon of the Gun, known as the strongest high-ranking demon, will be reduced to ashes!

You should know that in ancient times, the legends were all about the angels of the Amber God, who were high and mighty demigods!

Cheng Cheng stood at a distance, watching this scene, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"So-called 'justice' is just an amplified version of injustice," he scoffed. "The difference is that it doesn't require special privileges or injury; he can just start a trial whenever he wants?"

“More than that.” Sylvia’s voice echoed in his mind. “The court is only a part of Father’s authority; in many ways, he is closer to the ‘God of Contracts.’ All contracts signed in his name throughout the world are under his watchful eye, and those who violate them will be judged.”