Chapter 642
Wielding a Knife Against the Source of One's Faith
[In June of the 4478th year of the Extraordinary Calendar, the gates to Hell were breached, and you single-handedly plunged into Hell.]
What awaits you is not the expected frenzied counterattack of the will of hell, nor the abyss-like, deathly silence of the void, but a vast ocean of blood and fire filled with twisted faith and chilling killing intent.
The first and most brutal line of defense against the will of hell is the overwhelming legion of the Red Heart Society's hellish branch.
As far as the eye could see, on the scorched, dark red earth of hell, stood a Great Wall of despair composed of billions of figures.
They were once a branch of the Red Heart Society, the seeds of the Red Heart ideals sown in the hellish realm.
At this moment, all members of the Hellish branch, regardless of race or rank, have been forcibly conscripted here.
Their bodies were brutally infused with hellish power, leading to their transformation.
His muscles bulged like red-hot irons, his bones pierced his skin, transforming into grotesque bone blades, dark red hellish runes covered his entire body, and his scarlet eyes burned with a forcibly ignited, deep-seated hatred for the intruders.
【strength!】
A violent, hellish power, far exceeding their own limits, surged within them.
This power is not a gift, but a shackle!
It was the cursed fuel that propelled them toward destruction.
At the forefront of that defensive line composed of twisted corpses, several figures radiating powerful fluctuations of rules stood out starkly.
[He was a former high-ranking member of the Hell Clan!]
They have been endowed with the pure essence of hell by the will of hell, forcibly elevating them to the rank of true gods of the hell realm.
A crimson halo of divine rules flowed behind them, emanating a suffocating aura of corruption and chaos.
The eyes that might have once held a trace of righteous indignation now only display absolute obedience to the will of hell and a greedy thirst for power.
The entire Hellish Legion, like a giant flesh and blood shield held in the hands of the Will of Hell, stood ready for battle.
[A billion pairs of scarlet eyes, corrupted by hellish power and their vision utterly distorted, are fixed intently on your location, filled with murderous intent.]
[That, in their distorted understanding, represented the ultimate enemy that must be destroyed at all costs.]
The intentions of the will of hell are now laid bare.
[The Hell Branch was created by you.]
Its foundation, organizational structure, and even the latent resonance among its members with the Red Heart Society's ideals are all of the same origin and nature.
How ironic it is to use one's own crafted spear to block the one wielding it.
How efficient!
I don't expect this cannon fodder army to actually kill you, or even severely injure you.
[Just want to delay it!]
Even if it only consumes a negligible sliver of your power in your burning essence state, as long as this legion, transformed from the Crimson Heart Seed, can evoke even the slightest hesitation or pity in you.
Even a delayed attack fueled by anger is a gain for the will of hell!
As for you wiping them out?
【Destroy them all!】
From the moment you began your relentless, frenzied assault on Hell, sacrificing your life for its sake, Hell utterly abandoned any illusions of reconciliation with your noble ideals.
[Our sincere ideals must be uprooted and utterly annihilated into the dust of the universe!]
From this day forward, regardless of the outcome, not a single spark of righteous indignation will remain within the realm of Hell!
These remnants of the Hellish branch are nothing more than incidental garbage that needs to be cleaned up.
[The Will of Hell clearly senses the terrifying threat posed by the extreme flames within you, a threat powerful enough to incinerate the very foundation of its existence.]
This crisis may be the most deadly predicament Hell has ever faced since its ascension to the Great World. And you, standing before that blood-soaked bulwark composed of a twisted legion whose former ideals have been utterly distorted, your gaze complex.
When your gaze falls upon those demons, corrupted by the power of hell, their minds manipulated, yet still faintly resonating with the word "pure heart" in the deepest recesses of their souls.
That resonance, originating from the seed of the original ideal, flickered weakly yet tenaciously deep within those crimson eyes twisted by hatred and power.
This scene evokes a deep sense of sorrow in you.
No words were spoken!
No words are needed!
The next moment, you waved your hand, and the vast power of ultimate rules swept forward.
[In a mere instant, less than a heartbeat later, the crimson demonic runes that had enveloped billions of members of the Hellish Clan, twisting their minds and vision, vanished without a trace.]
The forcibly injected, violent hellish power also began to dissipate wildly from their bodies.
[Also erased was the thick, misleading, and hate-filled fog of perception, meticulously woven by the will of hell and covering their senses.]
[Visibility has been restored!]
[Mindset has broken free of its shackles!]
The illusion forcibly imprinted deep within their consciousness, twisting you into the ultimate enemy of the universe, collapsed with a deafening roar.
When the overwhelming pressure that permeated heaven and earth dissipated, when the dark cloud of hatred that shrouded hearts was forcibly dispelled...
When millions of eyes, now clear again, finally saw the figure standing atop the ruins of the shattered gate, his body ablaze with a familiar glow from the depths of their souls.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment!
【what happened?】
Within the soul of every member of the Hellish branch, it was as if a stagnant pool had been plunged with a boulder, unleashing a monstrous, unbelievable storm.
Just moments ago, they were burning their lives and souls to protect their hellish home and destroy the ultimate enemy.
The next moment, the being they considered their mortal enemy, whom they wanted to eliminate at all costs, turned out to be the founder of the Red Heart Society headquarters?
[That great one who spread ideas, guided the way, and was revered as a god by them?]
The overwhelming sense of absurdity and cognitive conflict severely stifled their consciousness.
Why do great pioneers descend into hell?
Why does the will of hell deceive us?
[Is it distorting our perception?]
Should we turn our swords against the very source of our faith?
Panic, bewilderment, the chilling pain of profound betrayal, and a deep doubt about the meaning of one's own existence spread wildly through the hearts of billions of demons.
They stood frozen in place, their weapons hanging limply at their sides, their crimson eyes trembling violently with utter shock and chaos.
They were completely dumbfounded!
There's no way around it; the conflict between the Great World and the Red Heart Society headquarters is far too high-level.
Given the current size of the Hell branch, they simply don't have access to information at this level.
[Perhaps those high-ranking members of the Hell branch knew that after they received the infusion of Hell's essence and chose to become true gods of the Hell system, their own thoughts and beliefs had already been altered.]
In the eyes of the divine will of the so-called ideals and beliefs, what is more important than one's own future divine path?
That's nothing more than a boring slogan shouted by ordinary beings in their pursuit of worldly unity! (End of Chapter)