Above Destiny

Chapter 525 Choice
"Report, the prison gate has been attacked!"

"Blackwater Pass has lost its response, and the heretics have crossed the Akron River!"

"We have lost contact with Archangel Khomeini. The fourth and eighth choirs have been completely wiped out."

"Traces of heretics have appeared outside the City of Sorrow, and a large number of heretics are approaching the cage. We have received a request for assistance from the Saint's Praise Army—"

Inside the Central Sanctuary, a steady stream of bad news reached the ears of Legion Commander Kongse. All the followers around him were terrified. The elite troops that had come out in full force had not seen any results, but instead suffered heavy casualties.

Having been accustomed to trampling over the powerless and furious heretics in the past, it was difficult for them to accept the reality when faced with the fully armed steel demons.

Even though they had an absolute advantage in numbers, once they realized that the weapons in the opponent's hands could take away their power and make them feel pain and trauma, they would quickly lose their fighting spirit after a few charges. A large number of angels were even defeated by demons that were less than one-third of their own and fled in all directions.

In just half an hour, the invading heretics had already penetrated the core of the border prison from its periphery, and even reached the City of Sorrow in the center of the border prison.

Surrounded by four rivers of black water, blood, lava and tears, the glorious city that existed as a miracle created by the Holy Spirit was gradually shrouded in the shadow of heresy.

Faced with the strict defenses and the terrifying firepower of the fireworks cannon that could burn all enemies to ashes in an instant, those monsters whose bodies had been transformed into steel took turns rushing forward fearlessly, constantly testing the weakly defended areas.

Even if it is severely injured and falls apart, as long as it falls into the lava to rest for a while and swallows ashes and sulfur, it can recover its original appearance at a speed faster than that of an angel, and even become more hideous and violent.

"Trash, trash, they are all a bunch of trash!!!"

The violent four-winged demon descended from the sky, against the cannons of fireworks and thunder.

The two iron wings protecting the body were full of cracks and were tattered under the ravages of artillery fire, but the two new iron wings behind him unfolded again, moving back and forth, ravaging, trampling, piercing, and hunting all the angels they saw.

The sticky flames that were wrapped around his body like a cancer were still rising violently, burning gold and iron, but the red-hot demon was laughing crazily.

He slowly closed his hands and crushed the head in his hands into pieces bit by bit. With the crisp sound of cracking, blood spurted out.

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

"Cry, scream, louder, louder!!!"

Yan Fei laughed loudly and flew out happily as if he was in an empty space. The spear in his hand was like a barbecue skewer, piercing the angels that blocked his way one by one.

After their divine power was plundered, the angels who had no power to resist were unable to die. Instead, they were used as human shields by him, blocking the enemy's weapons and artillery fire until they were completely shattered and turned into a pool of mud.

Seeing the once high and mighty Holy Spirit messengers reduced to such a tragic and humble state, he could no longer restrain the joy and madness in his heart. He ignored the pain of burning and tearing, and took another step forward.

kill!kill!kill!

Kill all of these guys! They must be killed, all of them, all of them! All of them must die! Throw them all into the flames and burn them all to ashes!!!

The burning demon laughed wildly and lost himself in laughter.

But in that moment of trance, in the dead memories, it seemed as if a distant call came again.

In the darkness, in the stench, the broken wreckage and the empty eyes reflected his pale face, calling out over and over again.

"elder brother……"

He froze in place.

After a moment of surprise, in a pool of blood, the broken angel clenched the spear and thrust it out suddenly - while it was clenched, a hand reached out from the side, tightly grasped the spear and crushed it into pieces.

Yan Fei came back to his senses and raised his eyes. He could no longer restrain himself and rushed forward, crushing the crippled angel into pieces with every step.

Until there is no residue left in the plasma.

"Yan Fei, Yan Fei!"

His rescuer grabbed him and yelled, "You're going too far ahead! Can't you hear me?"

"What the hell do you care!"

Yan Fei turned around and roared impatiently: "If you can keep up, it won't be so troublesome!"

The commander had expected this and didn't care, he just told him: "This is Mr. Ji's order."

"..."

Yan Fei was silent for a long time, then he let out an unwilling "tsk" and turned his head away.

"……I see."

"Go down and rest first. You will still be able to attack the Central Sanctuary in time." The commander patted his shoulder and said nothing more: "Don't worry, I will leave a few more for you."

Yan Fei remained silent, spread his iron wings, and soared into the air.

Even more demons rose from the lava, risking their lives to rush up to the wall of the City of Sorrow through the gap he had opened.

Outer layer, breakthrough!
At the same time, at the gate of the border prison, more and more criminals in flames and chains were taken to the carriages.

Dying, or drooling, standing still like a wooden chicken.

According to the previous plan, all of them were taken to the car for intensive treatment, and their condition was maintained while they were under surveillance.

Unfortunately, as Ji Jue expected, not everyone was grateful.

"What are you doing! What on earth are you doing!"

Although he was pulled out of the sea of ​​fire, the rescued man was crying and wailing, struggling hard as if he had lost his parents, and kicking and hitting the soldier from the camp who brought him back.

"It's ruined, all ruined by you!" The sobbing man pounded the ground and accused hoarsely: "I still have two years, two years, and my sins can be redeemed... Holy Spirit! Holy Spirit have mercy on me..."

In an instant, countless people in the surging crowd wanted to rush forward and fight, but they were intimidated by the iron devil who was maintaining order.

Only Ji Jue, with a warm smile on his face, patted his shoulder. "Very good, you passed the test."

"what?"

The person who chokes is sluggish.

"Your loyalty is commended by the Holy Spirit."

Ji Jue praised solemnly, “The Holy Spirit just said that he likes believers like you, and he also told me that your sentence will be increased by another 180 years. Well, now you can start over.

Come, send this believer back, and remember to find him a place with the highest temperature to show his piety. "

Immediately, a grinning demon lifted him up with one hand and flew up with wings. Faintly in the air, one could hear crying and shouting: "No, no, wait! Wait! I, I can join in too..."

Unfortunately, no one cares.

In the dead silence, Ji Jue turned around, smiled at the dazed sinners behind him, suddenly stretched out his hand, threw out a black stone knife, and dropped it on the ground.

Beneath the sharp obsidian rock surface, there is a faint scarlet flow. As a prototype of Pan Ying, it is too simple, but in this dream, it is enough.

“The Holy Spirit is high above, looking down upon the world, and can naturally do whatever he wants, send sinners to prison, and enjoy suffering, but I am different from the Holy Spirit.

I'll at least give you a choice."

“Even though Paradise is so far away and harsh, the gates of Hell are still open to everyone, just spit on your gods.

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

But don’t forget, accepting this evil is the price of going to hell.”

At that moment, a golden wine glass appeared in Ji Jue's hand. The scarlet blood wine was sweet and fragrant. He slowly raised it to everyone.

"So, choose, everyone. You only have one chance."

He laughed and declared to all the slaves and sinners: "Kneel down and continue to be slaves, or break the shackles, drink this cup of wine, and go to fight the hateful gods with swords?"

In the sudden silence, heavy breathing sounds were heard, and countless people stared with wide eyes at the blood wine in Ji Jue's hand and the knife under his feet.

Others stepped back in fear, trembling, wanting to accuse but not having the courage to open their mouths.

There were sounds of sobbing and wailing, and crying and wailing continued.

But in just a short moment, a voice rang out without hesitation.

"I'll come first!"

In the crowd, a woman with half of her body burned to charcoal staggered to her feet, picked up the knife on the ground, and without thinking, stabbed it into the head of an angel that was gradually recovering.

In an instant, a hoarse wail sounded from the head, and then it turned into ashes.

Screams were heard, and several people in the crowd, with tearful eyes, witnessed this scene and were almost frightened to death.

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

He didn't care at all about the consequences of angering Amagi and the cult. His face, which was covered with burn marks and cracks, was filled with excitement. He almost cheered out loud and laughed until tears came out.

"Drink it, but remember—"

Ji Jue held up the golden cup and finally told her: "This is not the so-called fate, this is the choice you made."

The woman held up the golden cup with her broken hands, raised it with trembling hands, and swallowed the wine with difficulty. Just as she finished drinking, the golden cup fell to the ground.

There were wails, and he fell to the ground, convulsing in pain.

It was like drinking coal fire and lava.

Amid screams and wails, the charred flesh and broken limbs once again broke apart and fell off, and the tattered clothes were torn apart by the steel that grew out of the flesh and blood.

When the scream came to an end, the reborn demon was already crawling on the ground, offering respect and gratitude to the creator.

Then, the second, third, and fourth...

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

He doesn't like to force others.

Whether it is rejection or hesitation, it is also a choice. Unfortunately, they did not choose my side, so what does their life and death have to do with me?
Until the first person who failed the transformation and was burned to ashes appeared while wailing, the hesitant people became even more hesitant, and Ji Jue was also not interested in explaining.

He pretends to be sincere on the surface, but in fact he doesn't give me any faith at all. He is still emitting black energy. It's better for him to become material.

Those who are indecisive and wavering will commit suicide, and those who hesitate and waver are incurable.

More and more steel demons flew into the sky, filled with hatred and anger, and launched a counterattack against the angels who were once high and mighty.

The entire border prison was immersed in turmoil.

Bidding farewell to the monotonous wailing and wailing of the past, there is no more uninteresting bleakness and depression, everything that was not worthy of its name in the past is rapidly falling apart, and in the fight between demons and angels against me, hell has finally become what hell looks like.

With the addition of a large number of fresh troops, the heretics' offensive became more and more fierce. They broke through step by step and entered the City of Sorrow with unstoppable force, and even approached the Central Sanctuary!

Inside the sanctuary, Legion Commander Kongse was sweating profusely.

Now that things have come to this, there is no other way...

(End of this chapter)