Above Destiny

Chapter 524 Border Prison
Border prison?

Upon hearing this, the Guard Saint was confused for a moment and subconsciously looked up at the sky. In the phantom of the Heavenly City, majestic light rose and gushed out.

The Pope was furious and released his divine power at all costs.

It transformed into a giant hand that covered the heaven and earth and reached out towards the mortal world, but he just missed the last chance. The speeding train gradually dimmed, like a bubble, passed through his palm and went to the deepest part of the dream.

further and further!

Amidst the endless turbulence of rainbow light, that speck of darkness had gradually emerged, rapidly expanding and growing as if falling towards the earth, gradually filling the field of vision.

"Border prison."

Ji Jue stood in the power cabin, in the best viewing position, staring at the gradually approaching world, full of anticipation.

The worst place in the world, the final outcome of rebels, the most feared nightmare of believers, and the place where all heretics and sinners suffer endless suffering.

Burning, freezing, tearing, cutting, crushing, endlessly, until eternity!
As the most chaotic and terrifying place in the entire Huangliang, it exists independently of the world, yet maintains close ties with the world.

Ultimately, it became the final destination of those things that could not exist in the paradise of God's kingdom, or in other words, those things that were judged by the Holy Spirit to be unqualified to exist in their own kingdom.

As a trash can, sewage outlet and purification mechanism, it is like the whirlpool of this world, making countless people shudder at the mention of it.

Its mere existence is enough to keep all rebels awake, and the mere demonstration of the endless torture they must endure is enough to scare all heretics who are overconfident.

I'm afraid that no matter who it is, it would be hard to imagine that one day, someone would voluntarily jump into the border prison, impatiently rushing towards destruction one after another.

But now, the newly born steel demons, the heretic minions chasing the devil from the sky, were singing in unison. They pounded the tables of the carriage and trampled on the ground. The chaotic sounds gradually overlapped, and the thunder like a heartbeat spread, and they shouted impatiently.

"Border prison. Border prison! Border prison!!!"

Pairs of scarlet eyes were gradually illuminated by the light of the burning flames.

Oh God, today we will once again raise the banner of rebellion and heresy. If you want to send us to hell, then we will trample hell under our feet!
Take all of this into your hands!

So they sang and laughed, and shouted with great joy, calling out: "Border Prison! Border Prison! Border Prison!!!"

There has been too much shame, too much darkness and too much suffering. Those nightmares have disappeared in the flames. Now, the time for counterattack is coming!
The train accelerated, sped, and shook violently, spewing out red thunder, cutting through the void, and rushing forward, not at all shaken by the pure darkness and the turbulence of countless dreams.

Rushing straight towards the rapidly expanding area in front.

In the endless chaos and illusions, without any confusion, chase after it!

Even though infinite angels were chasing after it, they were simply out of reach and could only taste the blood-colored mist that spewed out of its whistle in vain and fury.

The guarding saint felt his scalp tingling and his hair stand on end at this moment.

Unimaginable, even harder to understand...

The existence of the border prison is an absolute secret. It is an evil land and a dungeon blocked by the Holy Spirit outside the Kingdom of God. Even they can only come and go through fixed passages during the brief period when the turbulence subsides. The timing is harsh and short.

But now, why are these heretics so familiar with the location of the border prison?

Are you guessing?
But it’s not that easy!

In this void and chaos, even the guards have to be extremely careful. One wrong step will result in the foundation of the paradise being shattered. However, there are some people who can drive at high speed without any scruples.

"In front, left! Left! Left again!!!"

Qi Tan Lao Deng had already started to sweat, his pupils were dilated, and he stared at the compass in his hand that had turned into a small motor: "Speed ​​up, speed up and rush over, quick, don't worry--"

boom! ! ! !

The train suddenly shook violently, as if it had hit something. It was unclear, but the huge face of Saint Idra was wailing and weeping blood.

Time and again, he urged the thunder of divine punishment to smash everything that stood in his way.

Farther away, the breath of the border prison gushed out!

"Close, just a little bit closer, hold on - hold on -"

Bao Dacai could already feel the elves of the magical alchemy calling him, guiding him to break through the fog and overcome the final hurdle.

He once said that everything leaves traces.

Wherever things pass by and touch each other, they will definitely leave their mark on each other.

From a physical point of view, this is an exchange of matter, and for the Ether Chosen, this is the flow of things.

Just like how the Tianmu Hall was able to find the location of the camp through traces of rabbit holes, there is no reason why the same theory wouldn't work on Bao Dacai.

Rather, it is thanks to the Tianmu Hall's interference in the paradise of God that the traces left by the flow of events have been enhanced, otherwise his work would not have been so easy at all!
In fact, Tiancheng's plans and strategies, to a certain extent, are stable and practical enough, and the predictions and responses to the heretics are as comprehensive and rigorous as possible.

However, it is still difficult for outsiders to understand the good qualities of craftsmen.

For example, the degree of wickedness of a certain deep elite named Ji, or the ancient legacy of a certain inheritor of ancient alchemy - specifically referring to the fact that he always likes to insert a backdoor into his own works...

There's no way, I'm used to it. I feel uncomfortable and can't sleep without it.

The more backdoors something has, the better it is. The better a thing is, the better it is for the craftsmen, and the worse it is for everyone else.

Whether it's the user or their enemy...

The key lies in the large number of exorcism wedges that Yu Shu gave as bargaining chips when communicating with other resistance camps these days.

It can temporarily remove the angels' divine power and return them to their original appearance.

For any resistance camp, such a creation is an absolute weapon, a treasure that can save one's life when necessary.

But, you and your brother are close friends, but your brother is playing tricks on you.

Bao Dacai never said that everyone who used the Purification Wedge would have a mark on their soul, or even be implanted with a tracker that was almost integrated with their own spiritual essence and could not be seen at all.

Relying on the resonance between spiritual essences, Bao Dacai can easily grasp the movements of these people.

Even if they were thrown into prison...

Yes, that's right. From the very beginning, Ji Jue had already chosen a way out for these 'brothers in distress' - you were asked to merge but you didn't, you were asked to unite but you didn't, you only wanted the benefits but not the costs, you couldn't even provide some supplies... If you don't want to pay for the goods, then you might as well become the goods yourself.

There's no way, this is how we do it for free.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world.
Thanks to the cooperation of the cult, under the threat of the Holy Day, they began to purge the heretics by any means necessary...

And relying on the 'good brothers' who have been thrown into the border prison one after another these days, the aggregation and resonance of a large number of symbols are like a lighthouse that lights up in the darkness, illuminating the way forward for Ji Jue and others.

Finally, the lock is complete!

At that moment, Lao Deng laughed wildly, suddenly pulled the lever to the lowest point, pressed it with his body, his face flushed, and the speed of the train exploded again.

A near self-destructive operation.

It almost turned into a stream of red lightning, breaking through the blockade outside the border prison with great force and sinking straight into it.

See you again!

The final stop, arrived!

Seeing this, the helpless and furious Guard Saint could only roar, "Chase, chase! Also, notify Tiancheng to quickly open a passage and dispatch support. Don't let the Border Prison have any chance of——"

The lost word hadn't even been spoken.

Then he heard a loud noise that echoed throughout the chaotic void.

boom! ! !
That is……

Collapse!!!

It was like a mine that was dug downwards in a haphazard manner, with caves and tunnels without any support, and excavated without any exploration or overall planning.

When Ji Jue drove the tunnel boring machine and dug in the Holy Spirit's small garden, this outcome was already doomed.

Now, landslides caused by illegal mining and indiscriminate digging have begun.

The entire dream began to shake violently. A huge amount of phantom light gushed out, stirring up the chaos. In the boiling water, a raging storm was set off.

All the angels involved were completely annihilated in an instant, without even the chance to wail.

Even the fixed passages cannot be opened.

Under the long-prepared chain collapse and shock, the connection between Border Prison and the real world has been temporarily severed - from now on, within three days, the entire Border Prison will be isolated and helpless, and will face the ravages and destruction of the enemy of God!
One wrong step and one wrong step after another.

Under Ji Jue's careful guidance, from the moment the train started, everything was irreversible.

And now, in the prison...

The real devil has arrived!

When the shrill alarm sounded throughout the border prison, the highest entrance of the prison was still in chaos and busyness.

Amid countless turbulent volcanoes and lava lakes, countless sinners and heretics were immersed in lava and fire. They struggled hard and scrambled to climb out, but it was difficult for them to cross that last line of distance.

In the burning and dissolving, it turns into ashes again and again, and is reborn from the ashes.

In the end, he even lost the strength to wail, and struggled in vain and numbly, giving up resistance. His only movement was to frantically pull at the people around him, trying to step on their heads to get a brief respite before they were burned to ashes.

If you see scenes like this too much... you'll get bored.

The archangel guarding the entrance to the prison sat on his huge chair, scratching his chin in boredom, completely unmotivated.

This shitty place doesn't even have any wine, it's just ashes. Even in Tiancheng, the garrisoning and rotation of the border prisons are unmitigated hard work, and the only people locked up with the prisoners are the prisoners, except that they don't have to suffer.

After all, there are only a few perverts who like to watch people suffer, but even if they are perverts, they will get tired of it after ten years. If it weren't for the gift of paradise that can be obtained in one rotation cycle, I'm afraid not many people would be willing to come here.

Now, apart from dealing with his work, Khomeini's biggest hope is to look at the calendar and see that his rotation period is approaching day by day.

In two years, we will be able to return to the Heavenly City from this hellhole.

Never again!
Even if we fight against heretics, it’s better than here…

He yawned and glanced at the information in his hand: "Another heretic? A lot of heretics have been sent here recently."

The angel in front of the checkpoint nodded: "Astronautica has decided to go to war with the heretics. The scale of this war is probably the largest in the past few decades."

"Tsk, what a pity..."

While Khomeini was itching to do so, he also felt a surge of regret. If it weren't for this crappy prison, how could he be trapped here watching others achieve great things?

"Okay, no need to look at it."

He waved his hand lacking interest and glanced at the heretic sinners who were chained together and wearing iron shackles.

Some people were already crying and wailing, some were too weak to walk, and some were shouting hoarsely, repeating again and again that they wanted to report and expose the important information about the divine enemy Ji Jue, but no one cared.

Others looked at him coldly.

Until now, the madness that seemed to be choosing anyone to devour had not wavered or retreated at all. It was full of hatred and loathing, and even if only broken teeth were left, it wanted to bite off their throats.

"This time, there are quite a few tough guys."

Khomeini sneered and said, "Come here, prepare a welcoming party and throw these heretics into the furnace and burn them for three years first!"

He's seen a lot.

As long as they were burned for a few years, even the hardest bones could be turned into dough-like softness. If that didn't work, they would be stoned and stabbed for a few more years...

No matter how stubborn a heretic is, he will soon become a drooling fool who will pee in fear at the sight of angels, just like a dog.

“I like young people with backbone.”

He lifted the man's chin with his spear and grinned: "Don't let me lose..."

boom! ! !
The moment the piercing alarm sounded, everyone was stunned for a moment and subconsciously turned around to look towards the Central Sanctuary, wondering what the commotion was. But then they realized that it was the highest level alarm!
Unfortunately, it's too late.

Just as he turned around, Khomeini heard a loud noise behind him.

The copper mountain collapsed and the iron wall crumbled.

With an unprecedented loud noise, a huge hole suddenly appeared in the sky, and then a hideous train bathed in thunder and flames fell from the sky.

boom! ! ! ! !
The huge train was like a golden snake, winding forward and shoveling straight into the fortress at the entrance. It penetrated, slid, and crushed Khomeini's body. Finally, with a harsh friction sound, it slowly stopped.

After the violent turmoil, everyone was stunned.

No matter they were angels or heretics, they all stared blankly with their eyes wide open, and then they saw... a bald old man suddenly opened the window, leaned on the car window, lowered his head, and peeked out.

Motion sickness.

Then the car door opened.

Deep footsteps sounded.

The sudden traveler slowly walked out of the darkness and set foot on this cursed land.

"Is this the Border Prison?"

Ji Jue sniffed the sulfur and ash in the air, raised his eyes, looked at the volcanoes and lava in the distance, and even the figures staggering in the wilderness, and nodded:

“The air is nice and the scenery is pleasant.”

It’s a pity that no one responded.

Only the sharp sound of metal friction continued to burst out, one after another. In the gushing of hot gas, one gate after another burst open. In the darkness inside the train, pairs of scarlet eyes slowly lit up.

"So, this Hell Express has arrived at its final destination - Border Prison."

Ji Jue put his hands behind his back and said slowly: "Later, all passengers, please pack your luggage and get off the bus in an orderly manner. Please don't crowd..."

tread!
The impatient Yan Fei had already stepped out from the crowd, spread his iron wings, and rushed forward, first stepping on an angel who had raised his weapon, trampling the overconfident rebel into mud.

Blood spurted out and almost landed on Ji Jue's trouser legs.

Afterwards, the sound of steel rubbing against each other was endless, and one after another violent metal giants rushed out of the carriages, with ferocious faces, swinging their weapons in their hands, and scrambled to smash the enemies closest to them.

There were constant loud noises and the scene was devastated.

Ji Jue sighed, helpless: "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Amid the shouting and screaming, he looked around and felt like there was someone missing. Then he discovered... the petite figure sleeping soundly with an eye mask on the special seat.

Well, there are a lot of empty bottles under my feet... After I finished throwing tons and tons of them, I’m still not awake.

I always feel that the longer I break my alcohol abstinence, the more I drink.

Drink less!

Never mind, let her sleep for a while... There's no rush anyway.

Ji Jue sighed, looked around, walked through the crowd as if nothing had happened in the fight, stepped on the corpses, turned over the table, sat on the luxurious chair in the center, changed his posture, and sat comfortably.

Watch quietly.

The sounds of fighting and shouting continued, and the loud noise in the distance gradually approached.

In the very center of the border prison, in the majestic and steep sanctuary, one brilliant light after another rose into the sky. The legion of angels stationed there rose into the sky and rushed over in an overwhelming manner.

The scale of that horror was so vast.

Filling the sky.

And inside the hall, there was dead silence again.

The angels that had been torn to pieces had already been scattered everywhere, their divine power dimmed, and were completely devoured by the spears in the hands of the demons. The sinners who had not yet been punished were brought together and stuffed into the train.

"Mr. Ji."

The burly metal demon returned from a bloodbath, bowed respectfully, and asked for orders, "Do you need to stay out of the way for a while?"

"Edge? Where is the edge?"

Ji Jue smiled nonchalantly and waved his hand: "No need to avoid me, I'm here, and the rest is up to you.

The time for revenge has come, gentlemen. I have given this power to you. Now, everything I promised is right before your eyes.

Tear off their wings, cut off their heads, take away their halos, and finally, throw them into the flames and burn them, so that they can feel what you once felt.

There is no peaceful death left for them, no closure.

This anger and revenge, until one of us is completely burned to ashes——"

At that moment, the bloodstained demon grinned, lowered his head fanatically, and half-knelt on the ground:

"As ordered."

The spear tips rubbed against the ground, iron wings collided with iron wings, steel intertwined with steel, and in the pool of blood, a strong wind suddenly arose, and under the gushing of scorching light, the metal demons soared into the air.

Holding a spear in his hand, he turned into iron, with ferocious horns on his head.

Rush towards the overwhelming torrent without hesitation!

In the hall that returned to silence, besides the continuous sound of collapse, the only sound left was the painful groan coming from Ji Jue's feet.

In the mud, the broken archangel struggled to be reborn, groaning in confusion and shouting subconsciously, trying to ask what had happened.

But when he looked up, he saw a pair of dark eyes looking at him intently.

"Shh-"

Ji Jue raised his hand to his mouth and gave a friendly reminder.

But that smile made Khomeini completely stunned and dazed. Turning back, he saw only the shattered wreckage in a pool of blood, and his subordinates squirming in despair after losing their divine power, shouting and wailing silently, but unable to make a sound.

"You, you..."

Khomeini's pupils trembled, dilated, and almost screamed.

"hello."

Ji Jue slowly stretched out his hand and placed it on the distorted and terrified face. Finally, he said goodbye warmly: "Welcome to the Border Prison."

Snapped!
A gust of wind blew, and the archangel was reduced to ashes.

Only the dancing dust fell into the blood and turned gray and black.

At this moment, on the throne, Ji Jue raised his head, admiring the burning earth in the distance, the sky filled with fighting and struggle, and even everything, and smiled happily.

Welcome to my prison!
(End of this chapter)