At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

The trees are black thorns, which will pierce any soul that is touched. The rivers are lava rivers, in which millions of sinners scream and writhe. From time to time, demons fly low overhead, stirring the lava with steel forks.

Wisps of black mist emerged from the eyes, noses, mouths, and ears of the souls in the lava river, and the demons along the banks flocked to it, eagerly sucking up the black mist.

Some demons even forked the souls out of the lava river and spat out a mouthful of green saliva. The souls were corroded and screamed in agony, and more black gas came out of their mouths and noses.

On both sides of the lava river, there were even rows of black thorn bushes, with countless dead souls impaled on them. The demon shook the thorn bushes, and the dead souls on them were pierced by the thorns, as if they had grown into their souls. Their cries were pleasant sounds to the demon.

Beyond the lava river lies a dark city, its surface covered with sharp demon horns, from which demons fly in and out.

"..." Elder Rabbi followed behind Los Saint, trembling.

Is this hell? It's terrifying, so terrifying.

I wonder what will happen to the president and those congressmen? Will they be eaten?

The rabbi elder looked at the demons at the front who were holding the former highest-ranking figures in the country.

Los Santos arrived in the city of demons. The city was very rugged and tall, with the walls glowing with the light of lava, but the streets were twisted and seemed rudimentary.

The streets were filled with crimson demons of all sizes, and in front of their houses hung wailing ghosts. The little demons laughed and waved whips, which was their favorite game.

The demons here are essentially elemental beings, but they possess characteristics of the underworld and specifically consume sinful energy to grow stronger, making them appear quite evil.

Demons are all born naturally in lava rivers and have no concept of parents or family. The strongest demon in a region is the 'Demon Lord'.

The 'Demon Lord' will be automatically given a 'divine office' and a 'name' by the rules of Hell, which is basically 80% consistent with the biblical description.

The 'Demon Lord' who is given a divine title is a sixth-order life form, similar to the captain of the Underworld Train.

At the very center of the humble city stands a castle shaped like a demon's head, decorated with the strung-together souls of evil men.

On the massive lava throne in the castle, a colossal, thirty-meter-tall crimson demon casually grabbed a wicked soul that was writhing like a maggot on a plate beside him and put it into his mouth.

crunch...

"Aaaaaahhhhh..." Accompanied by chewing sounds, the evil soul in the demon's mouth screamed in agony.

"Hmm~ Capitalists, war criminals, and sinners against humanity and the world are still the most delicious. It's a pity there are so few of them. Each one can only be chewed carefully." The demon lord said regretfully while enjoying his meal.

"My lord! The Underworld Train says there are millions of sinners' souls, and they're evil souls punished by the gods! It's a veritable carnival!" The demon, carrying the 'Wart President,' flew in excitedly and shouted.

"What? Millions? And they were punished by the gods?" The demon lord was overjoyed: "Great, this is wonderful! The souls of the sinners punished by the gods are the most delicious."

As he spoke, the demon lord grabbed the wart president from the little demon's hand and brought it to his nose to smell: "What a strong aura of evil! It's practically evil itself! This evil spirit has directly killed at least 100,000 people and indirectly harmed over a million."

"Aaaaaah—" President Wart screamed as he looked at the gaping maw of the giant demon before him, only to see his legs being bitten off.

"My legs! Oh no! Don't eat me! Help!"

"Let's eat the legs today, and the hands tomorrow. We should save this delicacy," the demon lord said with a satisfied expression, cracking peanuts into his mouth.

"Go, all the little devils, get out there and wait for the Underworld train to sling millions of sinful souls in."

"Yes!"

"Huh? How come a Heavenly Soul has come to Hell?" The Demon Lord then noticed a white soul appear in his palace.

The souls that demons see are different from those that other people see; they can directly see the degree of sin in a soul.

"Do you want to be eaten by me?" the demon lord said, his neck instantly growing as long as a snake as he stretched out in front of Elder Rabbi and licked his tongue.

"Ah! No, no, no..." Elder Rabbi screamed in terror.

"Hahaha! Don't worry, I won't eat you. Eating the souls of Heaven will cause trouble for me according to the rules of the Underworld. Let's go." The demon lord blew a breath at Elder Rabbi.

Rabbi was instantly blown up and flew towards the entrance to the Gates of Hell.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"So, only a magma demon and a demon lord have been born so far?" Los Saint's figure appeared in front of the demon lord, looking at it calmly.

Because his world leans towards an ideal world of truth, goodness, and beauty, the number of evil people and sinners is large in the early stages, but will decrease as time goes on.

Hellish demons need the energy of sin to grow stronger, which significantly reduces the overall growth of Hell.

"Huh?" The demon lord was startled by the sight. His eyes darted around for a moment, and he instantly jumped off his throne and prostrated himself on the ground. "You must be a god. Demon Lord Abaddon greets Your Majesty."

"You're quite amusing, you don't even know who I am and you're already prostrating yourself before me." Luo Sheng looked at the demon lord who was lying on the ground like a dog with amusement.

"Your Majesty is joking. The Underworld is not a place of fighting and killing; it is a place of human relationships and customs. I believe that there is not a single demon in the Underworld who would not want to bask in Your Majesty's divine power," Abaddon said shamelessly, even with pride.

"It seems you've learned quite a bit from those capitalists." Luo Sheng wasn't surprised; after all, consuming the souls of capitalists would inevitably lead to the absorption of some of their memories and knowledge.

Therefore, those high-level demons are generally very knowledgeable, and they are not just good at fighting and howling.

"No, no, we demons only feed on sin, we don't create sin. Our role should be that of the cleaners of sin," Abaddon said ingratiatingly.

Luo Sheng calmly looked at Abaddon, who was acting like a sycophant, and a stream of dark energy emerged from his hand. This energy quickly condensed into a fist-sized crystal, which he casually tossed over.

“This is! The fruit of evil, my God!” Abaddon exclaimed.

The pitch-black crystal in front of him, which was about the size of a meter, actually produced more evil energy than ten thousand unforgivable capitalists.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, I... eh." Abaddon snapped out of his daze and was about to launch into a long, enthusiastic licking, but then realized that the person had already disappeared. He then regretfully stuck out his tongue and rolled the sinful crystal into his mouth.

"Sigh, I didn't get to lick it again. I wonder when I'll be able to lick a god."

As a demon lord, he knew all too well the benefits of having a powerful backer, and he desperately wanted to cling to such a powerful figure.

He initially wanted to curry favor with the Lord of the Underworld, but he couldn't even get into the Underworld.

……

woo-

The whistle of the train to the underworld echoed across the sea of ​​the underworld as the train began to leave the platform of hell. The elder rabbi, who had fled back to his carriage, was panting heavily in his seat, looking as if he was about to die of fright.

"I was almost eaten..."

Then he saw that the 'angel' who had taken him on a tour of hell was now sitting calmly in the seat in front of him.

[Next stop: Heaven. Passengers, please don't miss the platform.]

The train was now empty, with only a few dozen souls remaining.

“Heaven, I’m going to heaven soon.” The rabbi made the sign of the cross with his hands and prayed repeatedly: “God bless, God bless.”

The train was getting faster and faster. Before we knew it, the fog outside the train had disappeared, and the train was heading into the sky.

Golden sunlight streamed down from the sky, which, like the Earth's sky, was a clean blue.

Soon the train had arrived above the clouds, as if there were train tracks in the clouds.

The other passengers on the train pressed their faces against the windows to look out, all wanting to see what paradise looked like.

After all, it is the 'paradise' that every person on Earth knows, the most beautiful place.

As the train gradually slowed down, the departed souls saw a white building in the clouds, adorned with golden patterns, radiating a holy and gentle light.

The holy light brings peace to the souls of the dead who have experienced the terrors of hell.

The sacred building bears three large characters: "Paradise Station".

Behind the platform is a staircase made of clouds, which leads to a giant gate that is a blend of white and gold. On either side of the gate are statues of angels and colorful paintings depicting happiness and bliss.

A soft, light singing voice emanated from the giant gate, like a mother's song soothing the soul.

The words "Gate of Heaven" are engraved on the giant gate.

[We have arrived at Paradise Station. Passengers, please do not miss it.]

The rabbi quickly clutched the golden ticket in his hand and stepped out of the carriage, respectfully performing a salute as he passed Los Santos.

Although we do not know which angel this is, whoever it may be, the sacraments must be performed.

At the entrance to Paradise Station, there are ticket inspectors who are all Heavenly Souls who have passed the examination before taking up their posts.

"Welcome, devout saint. Please come here to have your ticket checked," the woman in a white, loose robe said gently.

"Hello, this is my ticket." The elder rabbi quickly handed over the golden ticket.

"Yes, that's right. Congratulations on your ascension to heaven."

The rabbi quickly performed the ritual, then walked towards the ladder to the Gates of Heaven. Looking up, he saw that the 'angel' had already entered the Gates of Heaven.

Los Angeles enters the gates of Heaven.

Everywhere you look, there are white clouds, and some children are playing on the clouds. There is no shortage of green grass and trees, and the buildings are relatively modern. People are wearing this kind of clothing, not all of them are wearing white robes.

Those who wear white robes are usually clergy members during their lifetime.

The skyscrapers are spaced far apart, and below them are entertainment facilities where music lovers are playing various instruments. The music heard outside the Gates of Heaven comes from them.

The past is gently blown away by the wind; the crowd has dispersed; only you walk towards me, bringing me sorrow.

The leaves sway gently as you move, falling onto my heart.

In the plaza directly opposite the 'Gates of Heaven,' which resembled an open-air opera house, people were singing happily, all watching with reverence the blonde girl playing the violin.

The girl wore a pure white dress, her eyes closed, her smile serene. Children around her held hands and sang along to her violin until the girl's violin music stopped.

A round of applause rang out.

"Wow, it sounds so beautiful! No wonder it's Joan of Arc. I'm so lucky to have heard her music. I'm so moved."

"I never imagined I'd be able to play music with Lady Joan of Arc, my God!"

"Only Lady Joan of Arc is willing to sing with us. I wonder when we will be able to see the other angels."

"You are so greedy! We are already so favored by the Lord just by seeing Lady Joan of Arc."

"Forgive me, forgive me, my Lord, I almost committed the sin of greed."

"Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc, will we be able to see the Lord?" The innocent child had no taboos and tugged at Joan of Arc's skirt, blinking his big, innocent eyes.

"Yes, Lady Joan of Arc, what does the Lord look like?"

"I really want to see God."

Joan of Arc affectionately ruffled the heads of the children surrounding her and said gently, "Lord, He is everywhere, perhaps even right beside you when you don't know it."

"He is an omnipotent god, sometimes changing the world in an instant, and sometimes walking among people like an ordinary person."

"As long as you keep your heart pure and kind, you will see it one day."

These children, all with innocent and kind hearts, left this world for various reasons.

"I follow the teachings of Lady Joan of Arc; the Lord is everywhere."