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"No, that's impossible no matter how you look at it."

Father Andersen noticed the strangeness in everyone present; all those whose minds were not strong enough were affected, even the Vatican's army—this was truly terrifying.

His eyes widened, and he suddenly roared, "Fools!! Wake up! Just as time cannot be reversed, life cannot be relived, and the dead cannot be brought back to life—the corpses should rest in peace, and stop indulging in unrealistic dreams!"

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Chapter Seventy-Nine: Please listen quietly, for our Lord, the King of Destruction, has descended!

Even if he were the messenger of God, he would not condone such statements.

However—

Saint Joseph murmured, "Can't time be reversed?"

After this dismissive retort, they didn't continue the discussion on the topic, but the contempt on Saint Joseph's face was unmistakable.

That's because you haven't witnessed God's true power.

At this moment, Saint Joseph's silence and disdain became the most unsettling and agonizing emotion.

"Grant them eternal rest, Lord! And shine upon them with everlasting glory."

St. Joseph's Requiem is contemptuous of the dead and full of malice.

However, at that moment, the soldiers found it beautiful, like the song of angels...

But to those with a keen eye, such a scene was terrifying.

Just as Joan of Arc's will to protect the English could not fully represent God's will, so too could the actions of Saint Joseph not represent God, but it cannot be said that there was absolutely no possibility that God's will was involved.

The brilliance of their journey, and everything they reveal, may well be what God wants to show.

Therefore—

Endless wars, endless cycles of rebirth—it's like an eternal cycle of hell. Could it be that the world truly has a chance to repeat itself?

It's like a cycle.

Is that the world God desires?

Hell for the Living!!

The next moment, a loud announcement seemed to resound from the entire sky.

St. Joseph made a big move: "Attention, citizens of London! Soldiers! Our great Lord, King of Destruction!"

He will bestow upon him a decree.

Please listen quietly to his sublime words!

The thunderous sound, as if by magic, echoed in the ears of everyone still alive in London.

Finally one by one

This time, no matter who it was—Father Andersen, Archbishop Maxwell, or even Accardo—their expressions changed drastically.

Do God and the Lord want to speak for themselves?

Is God finally about to descend?

Has it actually happened?

How is that possible?!

That was something far more terrifying and unbelievable than a simple miracle.

Even though he had been feeling wronged, extremely angry, and even cursing the plot hole in his mind, Accardo was now stiff all over, as if he had become a restless naughty student or a child about to be caught red-handed.

His anxiety was mixed with a complex excitement and an expectation that he himself did not understand. All of this manifested outwardly as making him an exceptionally quiet and handsome man, like an elegant nobleman quietly waiting for the situation to change!

And it was at that moment that, like Accardo, everyone was deeply impacted by the sheer volume of information contained in those words.

Especially the Vatican army:!!!

Is the Lord about to descend?

Fear, frantic devotion, anticipation, unease!

Maxwell trembled even more—!! Has the Grandmaster arrived?

Suddenly, he felt that staying in the sky was a great disrespect to God. He saw the Vatican army below, which was beginning to lose control—without his orders, they had all instinctively knelt down, laid down their weapons, and prayed.

They seemed to truly believe in the words that the Lord was about to come.

No, regardless of whether it will truly happen immediately or not, even if there is only a one in ten million chance, as true believers, they should approach this moment with the same devotion as a pilgrim!

Even Father Andersen, who had just questioned St. Joseph, felt the same way now.

Similarly, even further away—in areas where war was still raging and hadn't been affected—the soldiers instinctively stopped fighting after St. Joseph finished speaking.

Among the survivors, all the children wiped away their tears, and all the elderly stopped running.

Every soul in the city is like a piece of soul currency, flowing in a dead river, bewitched and turned into an inanimate object, stiffly maintaining the same posture, staring blankly at the sky.

For the instant Saint Joseph finished speaking, astonishing changes occurred in the sky.

The deep sky was stained by the blood and fire of the city below, boiling like a giant cauldron—the sky of London, the city of death.

On the very day the capital of the British Empire collapsed, a dazzling golden light descended from the sky.

Accompanied by an ominous melody, a golden demon city suddenly appeared!

So enormous—blotting out the sky! So dazzling, as if engraved with countless skulls, terrifying yet radiating a divine and otherworldly brilliance! "What, what is that?!" A chilling sight, and fearful thoughts flashed through the minds of everyone who witnessed it.

Then, one by one, it seemed to resonate in everyone's hearts.

They heard footsteps.

Accompanied by a very clear sound of footsteps, he slowly walked to the front of the Demon City, and his figure, looking down at the entire world from a high vantage point, immediately captured everyone's attention.

The moment it appeared, its immense presence caused a sensation in everyone's minds, as if the information of the entire universe was crashing down on them.

Horrible, terrifying, terrifying!! I can't look at it, I can't look at it!! I'll die, I'll die, I'll die!!!

It was difficult to even look directly at them; their eyes seemed to be brimming with hot tears, or rather, blood.

The moment one looked directly at that figure, it was as if one saw the universe revolving around it, and at the same time, one instinctively understood something terrifying—that was already a compressed and restrained divine power. If one were to truly look directly at the essence of that being, even a ray of starlight would be enough to crush their common sense world and shatter them along with their bodies and souls.

That was a weight so great that even the planet beneath their feet could hardly bear it.

God!!!

Only God can explain and define such an existence.

Only the great Lord they perceive, the Lord whom they cannot comprehend, describe, or praise in a thousand words, could define such an existence.

In that instant—as the aura emanating from that figure interacted with the universe, the phenomena that "flowed out" impacted people's souls, allowing them to perceive many things.

The concepts of the first day, the second day, and the third day—concepts that did not originally exist in this universe—appeared in my mind like a long river of myths unfolding in the Moon World.

It was as if those parallel versions of myself from different universes had transmitted my memories as terrifying subconscious impressions.

Whether it's the final trial, absolute evil, or the sorrowful heaven, the golden supreme heaven of the Asura path, the eternal return of mercury.

The weight of those laws and radiances was so overwhelming that everyone felt breathless. At this moment, it wasn't just London; such astonishing phenomena were happening all over the world.

The phenomenon was so terrifying that it even extinguished the ambitions of all ambitious individuals, and even evoked a sense of horror and immense fear that such an existence could not possibly be a product of the same worldview as them!

There's even a mythical description that, far from being exaggerated, perfectly captures the terrifying purity of beauty!

Does such a terrifying "god" truly exist in this ordinary, low-mystery world? — Are you kidding me?! Horrifying!

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Chapter 80 Is it possible that before His arrival, this world was without God?

Just kidding, right? What kind of joke is this?!

This terror, transcending dimensions, was like a divine power emanating from a completely different and unique vastness.

It was as if the universe, the greatest concept in the world that humankind can comprehend, had materialized and was crushing down upon us.

At the same time—

While not all, these images emerge from the DNA like ancient whispers, myths, and legends etched into the history of all nations, representing humanity's pioneering spirit!

They glimpsed many concepts, even the complete "mythological story".

Because humans descended from heaven, the first day's rule ended—the progenitor of humankind, who carried the torch for humanity and bore absolute evil, was born.

Humanity's ultimate trial, Ragnarok, the final triumph of the gods in all pantheons, and the absolute evil of the Demon King.

Though not a savior, he possesses an evil that surpasses even the gods and is far more exaggerated in its power than any savior among humanity's heroes throughout history!

Throughout human history, there have been countless beings who yearned to perform good deeds and accomplish heroic feats...

There is only one in this world who is willing to give up so much glory and honor and bear pure evil!

The sight he witnessed in that brief moment of brilliance left Father Andersen speechless.

Is this what God is?

Is this the true Lord?

My mind was instantly and violently shaken!! Suddenly—this man, who would never shed a tear even when fighting to the death, only laughing wildly and shouting to advance and kill to the last moment, even when he fell on the road to conquest, still had a kind smile on his face, instructing his children [disciples] to grow up strong and healthy—!

At that moment, two streams of tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.

"Incredible—in that moment, I truly understood the fact that not only do we love God, but God loves humanity even more! Is it possible that even we, as betrayers, could be treated equally by God, seen as objects of protection and deep love? Amen!"

No, it's not a possibility...

That figure who willingly bears absolute evil, including the evil of all mankind, and even hopes that human heroes will take the initiative to fight against Him and overcome the final trial!

Even the evil in the traitor Judas, and even the evil in the demon-like Alucard, were all equally borne by him!

At this moment, Accardo, who also realized this—could it be—"Lord, have you never abandoned me, never abandoned us?"

Lies are not scary; the truth is the real killer!