Chapter 641
The Reversal of Fate: Running Through Hell and You Chasing Him
[In March of the 4234th year of the Extraordinary Calendar, the Will of the Abyss and the Will of the Spirit Realm remained neutral observers, pleased with the outcome.]
[Anyway, you're fighting Hell, not them, so it doesn't matter.]
[Every time the body formed from the bone-corroding demonic flames of hell was struck by the ultimate fist, causing it to tremble violently, and every time the fluctuations of its core were briefly disrupted due to defensive overload, these fluctuations were precisely transmitted to the perception matrix of the Abyss and the Spirit Realm.]
They hovered on the outer edge of the storm of destructive energy, patiently calculating the degree to which the will of hell was losing its essence with each passing moment.
[The extent to which the rule structure is shaken each time!]
[Each time, the core logic chain experiences a brief delay due to severe pain!]
Hell, after all, is the weakest link in the three-legged race.
[If that madman consumed 30% of His essence—no! Perhaps only 25%—]
[Then a loophole will appear in His rules and barriers, giving the Abyss and the Spirit Realm an opportunity to exploit it.]
[And you, the founder of the Red Heart Society, burned yourself out; though your power was immense, it vanished like a shooting star in an instant.]
Hell is different!
If we can take advantage of its severe injuries to imprint its core rules and strip away its essential essence, then both the Abyss and Hell will be elevated.
In short!
The weather is getting cold; it's time for hell to be destroyed.
[In November of the Extraordinary Calendar 4358, an absurd ending arrived that astonished both the Abyss and the Spirit Realm, yet also felt utterly reasonable.]
[The Will of Hell, this global behemoth who once spoke of the supreme dignity of the great world and frequently threatened with the authority of hell.]
After enduring your relentless, all-consuming destructive bombardment for a century, He fled.
The crimson projection of will, flowing with sulfur and curses, no longer attempted to retaliate, no longer tried to maneuver, but instead relentlessly contracted inward.
[He forcibly tore open a dimensional passage to his own core territory, his immense will encompassing all the remaining hellish primal power on the battlefield, and fled the Star Abyss in an almost cowardly retreat.]
[Run!]
This word, which should have been completely alienated from the will of the greater world and filled with cowardice and shame, was now imprinted on the body of Hell with unparalleled precision.
This is simply the biggest absurd comedy ever!
[A will as powerful as the Great World's Will is theoretically immortal and indestructible.]
[By simply retreating back to their own absolutely controlled core of origin, relying on the endless blessing of origin and the barriers of their home-field rules, even if other great worlds joined forces, it would be virtually impossible to completely break through.]
This was their absolute reliance for standing at the top of the cosmic food chain!
[However, today, the will of hell has been forced by you, this madman who burns his life force, whose power, though immense, is destined to be fleeting, to willingly relinquish all its outer territories and strategic depth.]
This unprecedented scene is itself the most biting mockery of the dignity of the world.
The retreat from hell did not shake your will, driven by both revenge and your ultimate goal.
The pinnacle of true godhood in this time and space is merely a fleeting moment of brilliance ignited by your burning of life force.
However, the ultimate divine position is merely a stepping stone to a higher realm in the next timeline.
Before this final brilliance fades, you have one more crucial mission.
That is to demonstrate, in the most ferocious way, the attack limits that a Supreme True God can exhibit under various extreme conditions, the weaknesses in the penetration of rules, and even the ultimate possible flaws.
[Especially, this is the striking power needed when facing the Great World's Will's absolute defense based on its primordial land.] [You need to see what level you can achieve now, given the Great World's Will's complete retreat.]
Can you break that turtle shell?
[Therefore, with Hell retreating, you directly stepped out of the Star Abyss.]
The next moment, your figure appeared outside the gates of Hell.
[Escape from Hell!]
Go ahead and chase!
[After many years, the situation regarding the Great World's pursuit of the Red Heart Society seems to have undergone a dramatic reversal.]
The scenes of the past are now reversed, reappearing in Hell.
[In September of the Extraordinary Calendar 4413, outside the crimson gate of the Avici Hell, flowing with viscous blood and demonic fire, an ultimate bombardment that shook the entire primordial plane of hell was erupting.]
[You unleash the power of the three thousand ultimate rules, burned to their absolute limit, into countless terrifying torrents of attacks capable of tearing apart galaxies and shattering dimensions.]
Sometimes, it is the spear of rules, condensed to its extreme, that strikes the boundary gate with a will that pierces through all things, splashing up a vast crimson ripple and a piercing scream of souls.
Sometimes, it's an ultimate divine fist containing destructive shockwaves, causing the majestic dimensional gate and the endless planes supporting it to emit dull, painful groans.
[At other times, it's a sweeping storm of annihilation, frantically scraping away the hellish rule imprints and primal defensive runes flowing across the boundary gate.]
Every attack is launched with all our might!
Every outburst is accompanied by a resolute determination to destroy everything in its path!
The entire hell trembled violently under your relentless bombardment; the boundary gate was scraped thinner than it had been, and countless deep, bone-revealing cracks spread across the most densely attacked areas.
As you clearly understand, the will of hell, rooted in the vast origins of this great world, possesses a defensive capability far exceeding the destructive power it displays during its external conquests.
That gate, teeming with endless, tormented souls, is like the most resilient living barrier in the universe.
[It was bombarded and caused to collapse and deform inward, even exhibiting brief periods of disorder in certain areas.]
Yet, it was never fully penetrated!
The extreme flames struck it, unleashing a terrifying energy storm powerful enough to evaporate stars, but it only caused the scarlet barrier to ripple violently before ultimately swallowing and dispersing most of the destructive energy.
Your frenzied attacks are enough to cause the Will of Hell excruciating pain, continuously depleting its very essence.
Despite Hell's all-out defense, they ultimately couldn't break through the boundary gate and wreak havoc on Hell.
Just when you were at your wit's end, aid from the abyss and the spirit world descended upon you.
After all, the wills of these two great worlds would also like to see you and Hellhound fighting each other.
If you don't tear apart hell, how can they reap the benefits?
How can they win in the end if you don't fight like crazy?
Only when you fight with Hell, when they fight amongst themselves, can they ultimately reap the greatest rewards.
Therefore, when your power is insufficient to breach the gates of Hell and to directly clash with Hell, both great worlds choose to assist you.
[You do indeed possess the ultimate rules they desire, but compared to you, they yearn to devour hell even more.]
[Of course, it would be even better if we could devour both!] (End of Chapter)