At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

"The Underworld Train, is it the only way to get to the Underworld, Hell, and Heaven?"

"I...I don't want to fall into the Sea of ​​Darkness! I want to get on the bus!"

"Get out of the way, I need to get on the bus!"

Millions of souls rushed onto the platform, but were stopped at the entrance and had to obtain train tickets before they could board the train.

[Name: *****, Destination: Hell.]

"Hell? I don't want to go to hell, I want to go to heaven! I am a devout believer of the Lord!" a warty ghost shouted, looking at the sign hanging around his neck. But before he could finish shouting, he was pushed into the platform by the ghosts behind him.

Those who received their tickets to 'hell' all screamed hysterically, some even trying to squeeze out, but to no avail.

"I don't want to go anymore, let me go back!"

"I don't want to go to hell! I'm not getting on the bus!"

"Get out of my way, I want to get out!"

Those already on the platform frantically pushed those behind them, causing chaos throughout the platform.

Just then, all the doors of the Underworld Train opened, and one by one, train security guards in uniforms came out, holding sticks in their hands. They rushed up and started whipping the troublesome souls, striking them six hundred times per second.

Snap snap snap snap snap snap—

He knocked the soul unconscious with a single blow and then tossed it into the Underworld Sea.

Thump thump thump...

"Aaaaaaah... Help! Help me!"

"Ouch, it hurts so much—"

The souls thrown into the sea of ​​the underworld screamed and struggled and rolled in the water.

More and more souls were thrown into the sea of ​​the underworld, their screams becoming a continuous chorus, awakening all the millions of souls who stared in terror at the 'gods of death' floating in mid-air, looking down upon them.

"Listen up, all you souls! Either get your tickets and board the train, or you'll be thrown into the Sea of ​​the Dead to suffer the pain of being cut to pieces forever, until your souls are scattered." Zhang Lan flew in mid-air with his hands behind his back, looking down at all the souls. The aura of the God of the Underworld emanated from his body, exerting pressure.

As the conductor of the train to the underworld, his divine duties have already imbued him with divinity, and he could easily refer to himself as 'Death God' to the souls of the dead.

Outside the platform, the departed souls, as if mourning the loss of their parents and everything else, took their tickets and stiffly boarded the train. Compared to being left forever in the underworld, at least they wouldn't suffer on their way to hell.

[Name: ****, Destination: Southern Underworld.]

One of the souls who died in Iraq breathed a sigh of relief; all the souls before him were going to hell, and he had thought this vehicle was going straight to hell.

In an instant, all the wart-borne ghosts turned to look at him.

[Name: *****, Destination: Heaven.]

Suddenly, all the departed souls looked toward the ticket booth not far away. The final destination displayed on the screen at the ticket booth caused all the departed souls to erupt in emotion.

"Heaven! Who! Who went into Heaven! By what right!" roared a warty ghost.

"He's a rabbi from the theological school! How dare he! What right does he have to go to heaven!"

"Damn it! What makes you think you deserve to go to heaven?! We're all going to hell, and you're the only one going to heaven!"

"Traitor, definitely a traitor!"

"Damn it! How can you be different from us!" the ghost of the president roared hysterically, a ticket around his neck that led to 'hell'.

“Because… I already possessed the Holy Mark, but I just didn’t reveal it.” Elder Rabbi looked at the golden ticket in his hand, then at the black tickets hanging around the necks of the others, and sighed.

“If I were to be exposed, I would surely be killed by you. I tried my best to dissuade you, but I still incurred the wrath of the gods.”

Upon seeing this, the train attendant from the underworld quickly came out and said very politely, "So there is another kind-hearted person here. Please come into the VIP carriage quickly, and don't let the breath of a sinner pollute your soul."

"Thank you," Elder Rabbi said. If he were still alive and looking at the ticket to 'heaven' in his hand, he would definitely be crying with joy, but now he was a spirit and had no tears.

Led by the flight attendant, the rabbi entered the VIP carriage, the interior of which was in a style preferred by believers in God.

At this moment, a young man was already sitting in a spacious seat, casually glancing at the elderly man who was entering the carriage.

“One of the few remaining consciences in that country.” Los Saint nodded as he looked at the old man who had already sat down and was clasping his hands together, muttering prayers.

Heaven is actually just a place in the underworld, and it is no different from the five major underworlds in essence. The only difference is that Heaven floats on the clouds at the top of the underworld sea.

It's quite large, about the size of two Taiwan islands, and everything is pure white, perfectly matching the fantasy of those who believe in God about heaven.

There are also rules he specifically set: as long as one reaches the moral boundary, one can become an 'angel'.

That is, reaching the sixth rank allows one to become an ordinary lower-ranking angel. If someone reaches the seventh rank, then it is not impossible to bestow upon them the holy name of 'Angel of Death' Azrael.

Anyway, he is God, and he can bestow the holy names of all angels.

[This train is full and will depart shortly. Please be aware.]

[The train's arrival order is: → Hell → Heaven → Southern Underworld.]

Waaah————

The train's whistle sounded, and the train to the underworld sped up, faster and faster.

"Heaven and Hell, I've only ever had a vague idea of ​​them from the Underworld. I haven't actually been there yet, so I might as well go and see them on the way. I also want to check on Ai Lei, it's been half a month since I last saw her." Luo Sheng rested his cheek on his hand, looking out the car window at the dark Underworld Sea shrouded in thick fog.

The Underworld is constantly growing, and Ereshkigal must be so busy she can't leave her chair.

Time passed quickly, and the area in front of the Dark Sea suddenly turned crimson, and even the mist dissipated, revealing a platform made of crimson rocks. The area around the platform was no longer black seawater, but crimson magma.

Behind the platform is a colossal gate, 500 meters high, made of lava, with the words "Gates of Hell" inscribed on it. On either side of the Gates of Hell are rows of humanoid elemental creatures made of lava, and they look exactly like the demons in the church murals.

Below the door is a vortex of lava, and at the center of the vortex is a hollow leading to a deeper depth. Screams, roars, howls, cries, and shouts constantly come from the hollow, and just hearing the sounds is enough to make an ordinary person faint from fright.

[Stop: Hell, we have arrived. Passengers who have reached this stop, please disembark.]

The other passengers in the carriages were screaming in terror and refused to get off the train, but the train attendants beat them out of the carriages one by one. Some of them were even beaten until their limbs were torn apart.

"Demon! Demon, oh demon!"

"I don't want to go to hell! I don't want to go! Help!"

"Welcome to hell, you heinous, unforgivable villains, hehehehehe..." A ten-meter-tall crimson 'demon' flapped its demonic wings and looked down at the screaming souls of sinners, grinning maliciously: "I will make good use of you, hahahahaha."

As he spoke, he impaled several dead souls on the steel fork in his hand, raised it high, and laughed loudly.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh—" The ghosts that had been knocked off the train screamed hysterically, desperately trying to get back onto the train, but no matter what they did, they could not get close to it again.

One after another, 'demons' flew out, grinning as they chased after the screaming, fleeing souls, impaling them on steel forks and throwing them into the entrance beneath the Gates of Hell.

"Hahahaha..."

The screams of sinners and the laughter of demons echoed across the platform.

“Gulp~ This, this is, hell…” Elder Rabbi trembled as he looked at the scene outside the car window.

"This is just the entrance; hell is yet to come," Luo Sheng said to the trembling Elder Rabbi. He then stood up, put his hands behind his back, and stepped out of the car.

Chapter 151: The Demon Lord Appoints Joan of Arc as Vice-Lord of Heaven

As he reached the car door, Los Saint turned back and smiled slightly at the rabbi elder who was trembling as he recited the Bible, his hands forming the cross: "Do you want to go see Hell? The demons in Hell only harm the guilty and wicked. Sin is the nourishment that demons flock to, just as saints pursue virtue."

"Can I still go to heaven if I get off now?" the rabbi asked. He could now tell that this young man was not a dead person like himself who was about to ascend to heaven, but rather seemed to be a being like the Grim Reaper of the Underworld.

As a devout believer in God, he longed for the stories depicted in the Bible, but he was unwilling to lose his qualification to go to heaven because of that longing.

“Of course, Hell will not leave a pure soul behind. Hell has its own rules, and no demon will break them.” Luo Sheng said with his hands behind his back, a faint aura of holiness emanating from him.

At that moment, the rabbi elder only saw holy light emanating from the youth, and in a daze, he felt that this holy light formed angel wings behind the youth.

An angel! Is this young man actually an angel? Who is he? Gabriel? Or Michael? Or some other angel whose name is recorded in the Bible?

"Do you want me to witness what kind of punishment these fallen people will receive in hell?" The rabbi stood up and followed the young man.

“Heh, from a personal perspective, I loathe your race. You are guilty of almost all seven deadly sins, and you even arbitrarily distort God’s will, calling yourselves God’s chosen people. God has never acknowledged this. You are utterly despicable, and can be said to be the most despicable race in the current civilization of Earth.” Los Saint chuckled.

“You’re right. Even I hate my origins, but God gave me this life and a mission, yet I can do nothing about it.” The rabbi lowered his head, filled with endless shame.

Los Santos stepped off the train, and the platform was the epitome of 'chaos'.

"A demon! Help!"

"I was wrong, I repent, I don't want to go to hell!"

"God, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

Hundreds of thousands of souls were forced off the train and fled frantically on the platform, some even jumping directly into the sea of ​​the dead to struggle.

In mid-air, a crimson demon, wielding a steel fork and flapping its demonic wings, grinned as it swept across the platform and the sea of ​​the underworld. With each swoop, the steel fork in its hand would pierce the souls of seven or eight evil men.

The souls impaled on the steel forks screamed and struggled hysterically.

"Don't be in such a hurry, brothers from hell. There are still millions of evil souls behind us. Catch them slowly, hahaha." Zhang Lan floated in mid-air, watching the scene below that resembled an eagle catching chicks, and laughed heartily.

"I love watching villains scream hysterically in front of the gates of hell. It's so satisfying, so incredibly satisfying."

"I am the president, I am the president! You demon, I am the president! Get out of here! Get out of here now!" The wart-faced president was surrounded by several demons, who licked their lips, and green saliva dripped onto the crimson platform, making a sizzling sound.

"This soul smells so good! How many sins did he commit? It's amazing, amazing! I can't wait to put him on the table."

"This kind of soul is not something we can use; it must be given to the lord."

"I really want to eat it, even just a finger, slurp."

"Aaaaaahhhhhh—" President Wart screamed and crawled on the ground in terror, but a demon grabbed his leg and lifted him up like a chicken, leading him toward the gates of hell.

The vortex beneath the Gates of Hell is enormous, and there are no ladders, meaning you can only go in but not out.

Los Saint stepped into the vortex, and a wide road appeared beneath it. Elder Rabbi followed behind him tremblingly, while the demons around him merely glanced at him and flew away without interest.

"After going to hell, will we become food for the devil, as in the Bible?" the rabbi asked tremblingly.

Luo Sheng said calmly, "Not entirely. Most of those whose sins are not too deep will be punished by demons in hell and have their sins washed away before being thrown into the River Styx. Those who are extremely wicked and have committed unforgivable sins will be eaten by demons as snacks."

Most of the evil souls don't even make it to the River Styx before they are scattered and destroyed. Those that are thrown into the River Styx will then enter the queue for 'reincarnation'.

Only after a normal soul enters 'reincarnation' will the soul of an evil person have a chance.

The earth's veins, which are found all over the world, have the function of 'reincarnation'. Now that the entire Earth and the Moon are covered by earth veins, 'reincarnation' has been activated.

“For demons, sin is the nourishment for their growth and strength; the deeper the sin, the more delicious it is to a demon,” Los Saint said, looking down at Hell.

The entire hell was crimson red, and the clouds above were made of black and red flames. The mere existence of the dead here was a burning pain.

Hell is very large, roughly one-tenth the size of the entire underworld, and it is located at the very bottom of the underworld.