"Report, the Gate of Border Prison has been attacked!"

"Black Water Pass is unresponsive, the heretics have already crossed the Akron River!"

"Angel Leader Homeni is unresponsive, the Fourth and Eighth Holy Song Teams have been completely wiped out!"

"Traces of heretics have appeared on the outskirts of the City of Sorrow, a large number of heretics are approaching the cage, we have received a request for reinforcements from the Saint Praise Army—"

In the Central Sanctuary, the continuous bad news reached Legion Commander Kong Se's ears. All the attendants beside him were already terrified, as the elite forces that had deployed with full strength saw no results but rather suffered losses.

Having been accustomed to trampling on the incapable and furious heretics in the past, they now found it difficult to face the reality when confronted with fully armed Steel Demons.

Even with an absolute numerical advantage, once they realized that the enemy's weapons could seize their power and cause them pain and injury, their fighting spirit quickly dissipated with a few heavy casualties. Large numbers of Angels were even overthrown by Demons numbering less than a third of their own, fleeing in all directions.

In just half an hour, the invading heretics had penetrated from the outskirts of the Border Prison to its core, reaching even the center, the City of Sorrow.

Surrounded by the four rivers of Black Water, Blood, Molten Rock, and Tears, the magnificent city, a miracle created by the Holy God, gradually became overshadowed by the heretics.

Faced with strict defenses and the terrifying firepower of Flame Cannons capable of incinerating all enemies in an instant, those mutated monsters covered in steel fearlessly charged forward in waves, persistently probing the weak points of the defense.

Even when severely injured, in disarray, as long as they fell into the Molten Rock for a moment's rest, consuming ashes and sulfur, they could recover faster than Angels, even becoming more ferocious and violent.

"Trash, trash, they're all just a bunch of fucking trash!!"

A frenzied Four-winged Demon descended from the sky, cutting through the blaze and Thunder Cannon from above.

The two iron wings in front of him were full of cracks, battered by the onslaught of artillery, but two newly grown iron wings unfolded again, ravaging, trampling, piercing, and hunting every Angel in sight.

The sticky flames clinging to his body like maggots on bones continued to surge, burning the gold and iron, but the blazing red Demon laughed madly.

Both hands slowly closed together, gradually crushing the head in his grip into fragments, with a crisp shattering sound and bursts of blood.

Splat!

A brand new iron wing extended out from the burning flames on his back!

"Cry, scream, make it louder, louder!!!"

Yan Fei laughed, diving forth joyously, as if entering an unguarded land, wielding his gun spear like skewers, impaling each blocking Angel on it.

After being stripped of their Divine Power, the powerless Angels couldn't die but were instead used as meat shields against enemy weapons and artillery, until they were completely smashed, reduced to a puddle of sludge.

Seeing the Holy God Messengers, once high above, reduced to such a terrible, humble state, he could no longer restrain the joy and madness in his heart, ignoring the burning and tearing pain as he took another step forward.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Kill them all! All of them must die, annihilated, destroyed! All shall die! All thrown into the flames, all burned to ash!!!

The burning Demon laughed crazily, oblivious to everything.

But in that momentary daze, in the memories of death, there seemed to be distant calls.

In the darkness, in the stench, broken remains with hollow eyes reflected his pale face, calling over and over.

"Brother..."

He was stunned in place.

In an instant of bewilderment, in the pool of blood, a broken Angel grasped a spear tightly, suddenly stabbing out—gripped tightly, from an angle, a hand reached out, firmly grasping that spear, crushing it to pieces.

Returning to his senses, Yan Fei lifted his eyes, unable to restrain himself, rushed forward and stomped the maimed Angel into pieces.

Until no fragments remained in the pool of blood.

"Yan Fei, Yan Fei!"

A companion coming to his aid grabbed him, shouting in anger: "You're charging too far ahead! Can't you hear the orders!"

"It's none of your damn business!"

Yan Fei turned back, impatiently snapping: "If you could keep up, it wouldn't be such a hassle!"

The commander, having anticipated this, remained unmoved, simply informing him: "That was Mr. Ji's order."

"..."

Yan Fei fell silent, for a long time, reluctantly clicking his tongue and turning away.

"...I understand."

"Go rest for now, you'll catch up with the Central Sanctuary offensive later." The commander patted his shoulder, saying nothing more: "Don't worry, there'll be a few more left for you."

Yan Fei remained silent, spreading his iron wings and soaring into the air.

More Demons rose from the Molten Rock, sacrificing themselves to follow the path he had opened, storming the walls of the City of Sorrow.

Breakthroughs on the outer layer!

Meanwhile, at the Gate of Border Prison, more and more sinners from the sea of fire, bound in chains, were being sent to the carriages.

Some barely alive, others drooling, stupefied.

According to the initial plan, all were first brought to the carriages for centralized treatment, maintaining their condition, while being monitored.

Regrettably, as Ji Jue had predicted, not everyone felt grateful.

"What are you doing! What the hell are you doing!"

Though saved from the sea of fire, the rescued man cried and wailed, like mourning his parents, struggling violently, kicking the soldier who brought him back to camp.

"Ruined, it's all ruined by you!" The choked-up man pounded the ground, hoarsely accusing: "I had two more years, two years and my sins could be redeemed... Holy God! Holy God's mercy is upon me..."

In an instant, among the surging crowd, countless people wanted to rush up and use their fists and feet, but they were deterred by the Steel Demon maintaining order.

Only Ji Jue, with a gentle smile, patted him on the shoulder.

"Very good, you have passed the test."

"Huh?"

The choked one was dazed.

"Your loyalty pleases the Holy God."

Ji Jue solemnly praised, "The Holy God just said that He likes followers like you, and instructed me to add another one hundred and eighty years to your sentence. Hmm, now you can start over.

Someone, take this follower back, and remember to find him the place with the highest temperature to show his devotion."

Immediately, a grinning demon lifted him up with one hand and took to the air. Faintly, cries and shouts could still be heard in mid-air: "No, no, wait! Wait! I, I can also join..."

Unfortunately, no one cared.

In the deathly silence, Ji Jue turned back, smiling as he looked at the dazed sinners behind him, and suddenly stretched out his hand, throwing a black stone knife onto the ground.

Beneath the obsidian-like sharp rocky surface, a faint crimson flowed. As Pan Ying's prototype, it was too simple, but in this dream, it was enough.

"The Holy God, high above, can naturally throw all sinners into the Border Prison at will when overlooking the mortal world, enjoying their suffering, but I am different from the Holy God.

I will at least give you a choice."

"Even though Paradise is so distant and harsh, the gates of Hell are still open to everyone, just renounce your gods.

From now on, you can break free from bondage and regain freedom.

But don't forget, embracing this sin is the price of choosing Hell."

At that moment, a golden goblet appeared in Ji Jue's hand, the crimson blood wine diffusing a sweet aroma, slowly raised toward everyone.

"So, choose, everyone, there's only one chance."

He laughed, announcing to all the slaves and sinners, "Is it to kneel down and continue being slaves, or to break the shackles, drink this cup of wine, and draw your swords against the abhorrent gods?"

In the sudden silence, heavy breaths emerged. Countless people widened their eyes, looking at the blood wine in Ji Jue's hand and the knife at their feet.

Some retreated in terror, trembling, wanting to accuse him but lacking the courage to speak.

Choking and wailing sounds rose, crying resounded continuously.

Yet in a short moment, a voice rang out without hesitation.

"I'll go first!"

In the crowd, a woman half-burned to charcoal staggered up, picked up the knife from the ground, and without thinking, stabbed it into an angel's head that was slowly recovering.

Instantly, hoarse wails emanated from the head, and then, it turned to ashes.

Cries of alarm rose, and several tearful people in the crowd, witnessing this scene, were almost scared out of their wits.

Yet the woman holding the stone knife couldn't help but smile.

Completely indifferent to the consequences of angering the Sky City and the Holy Order, her face covered in burn marks and cracks was full of excitement, almost cheering aloud, laughing tears of joy.

"Drink it, but remember—"

Ji Jue raised the golden goblet and told her for the last time, "This is not so-called destiny, this is the choice you made."

The woman, with her incomplete hands, picked up the golden goblet, her trembling hands raised it, and she drank the wine with difficulty. Just as she finished drinking, the goblet fell to the ground.

Wailing sounded as she fell to the ground, writhing in pain.

It was as if she had drunk charcoal and molten rock.

Amidst the cries and wails, the charred flesh and broken limbs once again burst open, shedding, the tattered clothes torn apart by the steel growing from the flesh.

As the screams reached their end, the reborn demon was already crawling on the ground, offering reverence and gratitude to its creator.

Immediately after, the second, third, fourth...

As more and more sinners drank the blood wine, the hesitant or retreating figures in the crowd became more conspicuous, but Ji Jue didn't mind, turning a blind eye.

He didn't like forcing anyone.

Whether it is rejection or hesitation, this is also a choice. Unfortunately, none chose his side, so what do their life and death have to do with him?

Until the first one to fail the transformation appeared, burned to ash amidst wailing, the hesitant ones became even more indecisive, and Ji Jue had no interest in explaining further.

Pretending to be sincere on the surface, but actually giving not even a bit of faith to him, still spewing black smoke, better to just turn into material.

Those wavering and indecisive bring about their own ruin, and uncertain wanderers cannot be cured.

As more and more Steel Demons took to the skies, filled with hatred and fury, they launched a counterattack against the angels once exalted.

The entire Border Prison was immersed in turmoil.

Gone were the monotonous cries and wails of the past, no more dreary and suppressive sights incapable of arousing interest. Everything that was once unjustly named was rapidly collapsing, amidst the slaughter between demons and angels, Hell finally looked like Hell.

With the joining of a large number of fresh forces, the heretics' offensive became increasingly fierce, breaking through barriers with unstoppable momentum, they charged into the City of Sorrow, even approaching the Central Sanctuary!

Inside the Sacred Place, Legion Commander Kong Se was drenched in sweat.

At this point, there was no other way...

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