At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

"Praise be to the supreme Gluttonous Demon King!!!"

The cave resounded with frenzied sounds, and the cave itself trembled from the roars, with gravel and dust falling with a soft rustling sound.

Black smoke surged upwards from the cave, ignoring the rocky walls, and rushed towards the ground, rising into the sky like smoke from a beacon, extremely conspicuous.

Every living thing in the area spanning several kilometers, even ants, was fleeing and hiding.

'Hehehehehe...'

Abaddon's divine sense looked at the crazed 'believers' within the crimson magic circle and laughed.

'Go mad, go mad, the aura of sin is growing ever stronger.'

'The law of the jungle? Perhaps that's the nature of the planet, but only for animals without intelligence.'

'In the face of intelligent life, the law of the jungle is the original sin, the original sin of arrogance. To regard the original sin of arrogance as a universal principle is to blaspheme against the supreme principle of heaven.'

Foolish humans.

Abaddon smiled. As the most powerful demon born in accordance with Hell, he was one of the beings closest to understanding the 'natural law' of the world.

Only the brilliant continuation and sublimation of 'civilization' can be considered 'the will of Heaven'.

Human evil is itself one of humanity's most direct trials, an obstacle that humanity must overcome.

Only by constantly overcoming the seven deadly sins can the civilization shaped by intelligent life continuously evolve and improve.

'Sometimes, I really envy humans.' Abaddon couldn't help but sigh with envy.

'Humanity, this race favored by the highest authority, is truly amazing.'

'Faced with pain, one can choose to be strong and overcome oneself, or one can collapse in an instant.'

'Faced with despair, one may find a glimmer of hope for a miracle and move forward, or one may join the despair and sink deeper into despair.'

The moment he condensed the 'Fragment of Gluttony Power', he understood the true mission of the demon.

Not only as a scavenger of evil that devours the world, but also as the ultimate test for humanity to overcome, preventing humanity from living in peace for long and keeping them constantly on guard against the backlash of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Until humanity continues to progress and ultimately overcomes all seven deadly sins, civilization will become the ultimate civilization, transcending worlds, the universe, and everything else.

This is humanity's natural order, its mission, and its ultimate form of civilization.

'Ah, what a great will of heaven!' Abaddon was moved to tears. Even though 'Gluttony,' one of the seven trials of mankind, would eventually be overcome by mankind, he felt it was of supreme greatness.

When humanity transcends the sin of gluttony, it will also achieve its ultimate sublimation, and the great sinners of hell will eventually become the maintainers of justice.

He eagerly awaited this day!

"Aa ...

The frenzied roars of thousands brought Abaddon back to his senses, and he gave a contemptuous smile.

'Having accepted the power of evil, how could one possibly retain reason? One would only become a vanguard in humanity's trials.'

'Ultimately, they will become stepping stones for humanity's extraordinary beings to reach higher levels, hehehehe...'

"Then, my followers, I await your next call, ha ha ha!" Abaddon laughed heartily.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the great Gluttonous Demon King, His Majesty Beelzebub!!!"

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the great Gluttonous Demon King, His Majesty Beelzebub!!!"

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the great Gluttonous Demon King, His Majesty Beelzebub!!!"

The hysterical screams of thousands of degenerates who have lost most of their reason and intellect.

The crimson magic circle slowly lost its light, and the animal blood filled the entire cave with the smell of rust and decay. The cold, ominous black mist distorted the air.

"We, we, we!!! We will take back everything we have... Kill, kill, kill all those divinely favored, extraordinary beings!!!" Remar Hendi raised his head, his mouth stretched to his ears, his sharp teeth clanging together, his fingers sharp, and demonic red horns growing from his forehead.

"Finally, finally... we'll drag the gods down from their pedestals!!!"

The aura of a fourth-tier expert emanated from him.

"No, that's right... Hahahaha, I feel like I'm invincible right now!!" A middle-aged man's saliva kept seeping from his mouth. The power in his body made him feel like he could destroy everything, and at the same time, the aura of the third rank erupted from his body.

The others also exuded an aura of at least the second tier.

The amount of sin they originally possessed determines the amount of sinful energy they received.

However, the aura of evil will continuously erode their reason and intellect, eventually turning them into beasts who only know how to seek out powerful superhumans.

The more powerful the superhuman in their eyes, the brighter they appear, like a lighthouse luring them in.

……

at the same time.

A team of thirty combat priests from the Vatican's priesthood looked solemnly at the black 'smoke' rising from the ground and shooting straight into the sky, only a dozen kilometers away from them.

“That is…that evil power!” A third-tier female priest trembled slightly. “How terrifying! What level of heresy could unleash such power!”

She could almost see countless howling, evil faces in the dark 'smoke,' a dark, cold, and ominous aura engulfing her entire body, even her soul was filled with fear.

"Damn it! That's the oppressive aura that only appears at the peak of the fifth rank, or even the sixth rank!" The middle-aged man with a fresh scar on his face stared intently at the 'smoke,' gritting his teeth until blood seeped from his gums.

"What! Vice Chief Justice! Is it really a sixth-tier weapon?" A young man holding a wooden spear made from a bright green branch asked in disbelief.

Anselm was, after all, one of the twelve Arbitrators who participated in the Tokyo God War, a peak fourth-tier transcendent. Under this invisible pressure, at least 60% of the power in his body was suppressed, and the remaining 40% was extremely stiff and difficult to mobilize.

“Uncertain! Even if it’s not Rank 6, it’s still a collective oppression formed by more than a thousand powerful evil corrupted beings gathered together!” Aberon clenched his fist.

"Damn it! Could it be brought by demons crawling out of hell?! Those rats in the shadows! Madmen!"

He was a late-stage fifth-tier superhuman, yet 30% of his power was suppressed, and it was very difficult to mobilize the remaining power.

"Vice Chancellor, what should we do now? Should we still go or not?" A late-stage Tier 3 combat priest was sweating profusely.

"Go! Are you suggesting we let those bastards harm innocent people instead?" Abelang's eyes were cold, his expression rigid, and he calmed down, his heart pounding.

"Luckily, we are in the deserted African Rift Valley. If we were in a city, the consequences would be unimaginable! Even if we die here, we must stop it."

"Explain the situation to the Vatican and make them prepared so that they can hold out until reinforcements arrive before all the dead are wiped out."

Having already become a Level 5 transcendent being, Abelang knew very well that the gods would not bestow their power until a large number of humans were threatened.

Gods are not babysitters. If they have the ability to stop disasters but instead drag them out and affect the majority of people, then these extraordinary beings will definitely be despised just like the sinners of the old era.

If they hold such thoughts, they are no different from the sinners of the old era.

“If you’re scared, go back and wait for backup,” Aberon said.

“Vice Chancellor, are you insulting us?” Anseren said with displeasure, the wooden gun in his hand making a clicking sound.

The wooden spear in his hand was crafted from a tree root that grew in the 'Slow Divine Water' in the Miracle Forest of Shudu, Xia Kingdom. It was equivalent to a fifth-tier extraordinary equipment. If he were afraid, even the spear in his hand would curse him.

“Those of us who are afraid of death will not become combat priests,” said a young female priest.

"Who among us isn't at level three? We earned our place by fighting monsters!" a middle-aged priest said through gritted teeth.

“Okay, we need to hold them off for at least three hours,” Aberon said with a resolute expression.

"Three hours is enough for Conrad to arrive, and also enough for the Pope to contact other 'those who are close to God' to come."

"We dedicate our glory to the Lord!!!" all the pastors shouted in unison, clutching the silver cross pendants on their chests.

"Good! Even if we die in battle, we will ascend to heaven!" Abelang laughed heartily.

After saying that, the thirty-member priest battle group, composed of at least Tier 3 transcendent beings, resolutely leaped towards the place where the dark 'smoke' was rising.

Everyone was incredibly fast; even the fastest ground vehicles of the old world couldn't keep up with them.

Just then, an ominous, blood-red magic circle appeared in front of them, and a red beam of light instantly burst forth, blocking their path.

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

"What!!!" Abelang instantly gripped the ice-blue spear behind him, and ice element erupted instantly, his whole body seemed to be burning with ice-blue flames, and an ice-blue holy mark on his neck emitted light.

The priests also instantly entered battle mode, unleashing their elemental power.

"Hehehe... Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, ladies and gentlemen."

A chilling, ominous laugh emanated from the crimson pillar of light. As the light faded, a young man in a tailcoat emerged. He had shoulder-length hair as black as an abyss, pure black eyes without pupils, and blood-red skin beneath his white skin.

He wore white gloves on both hands, exuding an eerie elegance and nobility.

An invisible aura swept over them, instantly suppressing most of the elemental power in everyone's bodies, and dimming the radiance on their skin several times over.

"This power! This level! Are you the leader of the fallen heretics?" Abelon pointed his gun at the strange man who had suddenly appeared, his back soaked with cold sweat, his eyes fixed on him, every cell in his body tense.

"No, no, no, please don't misunderstand, ladies and gentlemen." The man in the tuxedo bowed slightly and smiled mysteriously.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Asro, a demon viscount under His Majesty Beelzebub, the Gluttonous Demon King."

"Gluttony Lord... no, Beelzebub..."

In an instant, an endless chill permeated the souls of everyone in the priesthood.

As priests of the Papacy, they were naturally well-versed in various Papacy texts. Even without reading the texts, no European was unfamiliar with the name Beelzebub.

One of the seven rulers of Hell, and one of the thirteen demons explicitly given the title 'Satan'.

"Demon...go back to hell!" Abelang's voice was hoarse as he spoke, preparing to engage in battle.

“I am not here to fight you gentlemen and ladies,” the Demon Viscount said politely.

"Instead, I've come to offer you advice: the seven deadly sins will return in an endless stream, and we demons will haunt you humans like maggots that gnaw at your bones."

"I'll deliver a fatal blow when you humans let your guard down, hehehe."

"The degenerates of humanity will be our fangs, tearing apart every bit of your human confidence with despair."

"Furthermore, the 'power of great sin' possessed by our canines is enough to crush you even if you are a whole rank higher."

"Hehehe, get ready, you humans who are so enviable and jealous..."

Before the Demon Viscount could finish speaking, he was met with two straight guns aimed at his head and chest.

"Die!" Abelon and Anselm shouted in a fit of rage.

Ice and grass elements erupted in an instant, and the dazzling light instantly stole away the surrounding colors.

boom----

Countless icy mists transformed into ocean waves, surging forward and instantly transforming the areas they passed into icy blue 'mountains' composed of icicles.

From high above, a small glacier, more than two thousand meters long and more than three hundred meters wide, suddenly rises from the ground, with white freezing air spreading to both sides.