You want me to take out a loan to practice cultivation? I'll just pay off the debt physically.

Chapter 421 The God of Blood Prison said, "I said I regret it!"
[Now, every member of the Red Heart Society, from the moment they are born into the Red Heart Society's social system, is already under the wings of the Red Heart Society, constructed by an iron will and unparalleled military might.]

This protection is a vow ingrained in our blood, the highest promise to our shared ideals.

[Especially from your perspective as the founder of the Red Heart Society, the existence of each member is itself a unique crystallization of the Red Heart Society's towering monument, shimmering with boundless potential.]

The youthful face reflected a future dawn powerful enough to illuminate the abyss and tear apart the laws of nature; it possessed a primordial power capable of shaking the stars even before it was fully sculpted.

Each member of the Red Heart Society also possesses their own intricate network of relationships within this large family.

Whose children are they?

Whose husband or wife?

[Whose towering hero is this in the eyes of a young child?]

These mundane ties and the magnificent symphony of life are imbued with supreme weight and sacred radiance within the temple of the Red Heart Society.

However, in that hellish, bloody instant, the 1,048 construction teams, along with the tens of thousands of brilliant sparks they carried, were abruptly extinguished under the unpredictable, crimson divine punishment.

[For the Red Heart Society, which today spans countless worlds and whose foundations have been laid deep within the cosmos, this number may be nothing more than a tiny ripple in a vast torrent.]

[But ever since the four True Gods who govern the truth of the universe rose from the Sacred Flame of the Crimson Heart and led the organization into the Hall of Immortality, the Crimson Heart Society has never suffered such shocking large-scale casualties.]

That was the sound of countless hearts shattering simultaneously!

[Especially for such a well-organized, hierarchically structured team, shouldering a grand vision with unwavering loyalty, there has never been a precedent for its complete annihilation.]

This was not the defeat of scattered troops, but a relentless challenge to the pioneering spirit of the Chixin Society.

Every falling speck of dust was once the opening page of a rich and complex epic of life.

The deafening roar that suddenly ripped apart tens of thousands of families, the eternal night that descended upon countless relatives and loved ones, are deeply etched into the soul of every surviving member.

This hatred, even if the entire river of time were to flow, it would be impossible to wash away!

That damned God of Blood Prison!

How dare He?

How dare He?

Even now, He still refers to the members of the Red Heart Society as ants!

In an instant, the furious roar transformed into a physical storm that shook the divine realm.

[Aglaus, the giant who could physically confront galaxies, had eyes like two exploding stars, spewing forth pure, destructive light.]

His fist, seemingly forged from star debris and bearing the weight of stars, showed no hesitation whatsoever. Bursting forth with pure, brutal ferocity that tore apart all hypocrisy and arrogance, it struck without any embellishment the once radiant barrier of the Blood Prison Divine Kingdom.

【boom--】

The walls of the Blood Prison Divine Kingdom groaned under the strain, spiderweb-like cracks instantly bursting and spreading, as if fragile crystal had been struck by a cosmic hammer.

The next moment, Agrus's roar, filled with boundless grief and judgment, resounded like a million bells, violently echoing across the blood-soaked battlefield.

God of Blood Prison!

Open your blind eyes and look!

What you consider mere mortal ants, worthless in your fallen divinity, are to our Red Heart Society a treasure more fervent than the core of a star, more radiant than the spirit of creation.

[It is an irreplaceable spark of hope!]

【You wicked, evil-giving crawler!】

My unwavering loyalty will transcend time and space; no matter where you cower in the filth and darkness, no matter which corrupt will you beg for protection, the fire of my loyalty will surely burn away every trace of your sinful divine blood.

This is not merely a vow, but a decisive anchor point where the rules are ignited by fury.

Meanwhile, Wang Meng, who ignited his fighting spirit with his life as fuel, had completely surpassed the limits of his past combat records with every punch and every step he took.

This war god of rules, whose life essence was burning and whose body was bursting with fierce flames from within, was now experiencing a surge of life force due to the deep-seated hatred that penetrated to his very bones.

Each attack seemed to drain away from its own lifespan, its power so violent it threatened to incinerate even the very fabric of the universe.

The destructive beam of light tore open the rifts in the divine realm's defenses, its power instilling in the Blood God, who sat high on his throne, a long-lost, primal, and intense panic!

Overwhelmed by a wave of regret, a wave of remorse washed over me.

[In truth, the God of Blood Prison didn't regret his actions; rather, he knew he was in mortal danger and might die.]

The God of Blood Prison, a true god of hell who dwells deep within the depths of hell and draws sustenance from endless suffering and fear, writhes restlessly on his throne with his enormous and twisted divine body.

[His destruction of the forty-third level of hell, which was being infiltrated and transformed by the Red Psyche, stemmed from unspeakable fear.]

He clearly sensed that when that pure, purifying spirit, representing "justice," "dedication," and "collective will," flowed into this defiled land like a purifying spring, a profound, unseen fluctuation arose.

[To Him, it was a chilling, bone-piercing force imbued with supreme order, like countless fine needles of curse piercing the very foundation of His blood-prison divine authority.] [Under the watchful gaze of His vast divine will, the atmosphere of Hell seemed to undergo a strange improvement due to the transformation into a more righteous heart, and the faint light of order pierced through the eternal fog of slaughter.]

However, for Him, the true God who wields the authority over the Blood Prison, this slight improvement brought not joy, but a chilling, rotten feeling that seeped into His very bones.

He truly felt that the Blood Prison authority, which had been accumulating for millions of years and solidified like a star's core, was being slowly dissolved.

[Slashed down by that damned fire of passion!]

My own strength is slipping away.

Although it is but a tiny fraction of His vast reserves of divine power, He has remained stagnant at the peak of His current realm for millions of years, without making any progress or diminishing His power.

This eternal and unchanging nature is the cornerstone of His existence.

But now, the foundation is crumbling, slowly slipping away!

[I can't understand! ]

[Unacceptable!]

This was even more agonizing than having a piece of His divine body severed, plunging Him into an abyss of madness. Therefore, He carefully chose His moment, enduring excruciating pain as He kept a close watch on the Red Heart Society's battle formation.

[That fanatical group that even He feared, and which the Red Heart Society valued most.]

He knew that the core of the Red Heart Society lay precisely in these battle sequences capable of overturning the balance of all realms, so He dared not directly annihilate them, nor could He afford to offend the Red Heart Society.

[So He lay in wait like a venomous snake, holding His breath, until He confirmed that the Red Heart Society's battle formation had retreated from the forty-third layer of the realm like a receding tide.]

The moment the sword hanging overhead finally vanished, He hastily transformed His astonishing divine power into a boundless sea of ​​blood, instantly devouring and annihilating the remaining mark of the Crimson Heart.

From the perspective of the God of Blood Prison, He even felt that His methods were full of consideration and goodwill.

The Red Heart Society's ideology, once it entered Hell, began to erode His authority.

[Under normal circumstances, He would have already taken action!]

[It was His mercy and ability to assess the situation that allowed Him to endure until all the precious core members of the Red Heart Society had safely left before taking action.]

[He firmly believes in his own correctness with the arrogant logic unique to gods. For the Red Heart Society, such a vast organization born for war, the battle formation is the truly valuable and sharpest weapon.]

The rest are nothing more than lowly, insignificant logistical ants, readily replaceable.

Just as a giant tree doesn't need to care about fallen leaves!

He has already made a huge concession and sacrifice by destroying these insignificant little insects.

[He even planned to adopt a more dignified stance afterward, offering some of the mountain of useless divine ore from his inventory, or a few insignificant interfaces, as compensation.]

Even if we suffer a minor loss, we might be able to use this opportunity to ease tensions with the true rulers of the Red Heart Society, and perhaps even gain some benefits from it.

This cold calculation, imbued with an arrogance akin to divine favor, led the God of Blood Prison to believe that his actions were entirely justified.

[Or rather, the actions of the God of Blood Prison would be perfectly normal, or even without any problem, in the eyes of any true god.]

However, His goodwill and thoughtful consideration did not result in negotiation, but rather a direct attack without any words from the four True Gods of Rules, whose rage had been completely ignited.

Beyond the divine realm, four true gods of rules, like the four poles of the universe, have locked down every path to His survival.

Each strike of Agrelius's Star Fist seemed to be striking the very essence of His authority.

Wang Meng's life-consuming, reckless attack greedily devoured His divine kingdom, more voraciously than a black hole capable of destruction.

The power of the other two true gods is like invisible shackles, weaving a deadly net powerful enough to seal off time and space.

The God of Blood Prison felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation. What terrified Him even more was that, as this sincere war waged against the true god erupted, the supreme will deep within hell—which should have been His domain, His protector, and His protector—remained completely unresponsive.

At this moment, not only the God of Blood Prison understood, but even the Hell-type True Gods who were observing the battle understood the Supreme Will's thoughts.

This siege of the Blood Prison God by the Red Heart Society might be tacitly approved by the will of Hell.

Even if it's not tacitly accepted, it's not rejected either.

In a sense, the actions of the God of Blood Prison also disrupted the arrangements and plans of the Will of Hell.

Similarly, this is also a signal that the will of hell is sending outwards.

[The Hellish interface has been transformed into a pure and innocent world; no one can stop it!]

Who's in the way!

Who will die!

No one is an exception!

(End of this chapter)