Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Even Alucard closed countless eyes voluntarily; the eyes of millions of souls in the River of Death closed one by one.

Their souls seemed to drift up into the sky as well.

They did not resist—in that golden, magical light, they saw and realized why God had descended upon their world.

Gold was born on the fourth day, following the third day!

The Golden Supreme Heaven of the Asura Path!

That was the Hall of Heroes, specially prepared for warriors, a living hell of supreme joy.

It is a universe that is an inescapable hell for ordinary people, accessible only to monsters who voluntarily become the dead.

But one by one

This is not coercion; only souls that willingly succumb are allowed to enter.

That kind of hell is like heaven for certain people.

So this time, they really are going to hell together!

With this thought in mind, they wanted to actively throw themselves into the Valhalla Temple of Heroes in the sky, into that demonic city, unwilling to stay in the world of the living, unwilling to continue to remain in the predetermined script of fate, even if the price of breaking fate might be an endless journey of war and conquest alongside the gods.

"Isn't that amazing?!" Alucard was trembling so much that his pores felt like they were about to burst and he was about to spit out blood! He was so excited that he could barely contain his smile.

This time is completely different from before; they are truly fighting for God!

So, is it terrifying?!

What would be a terrifying ritual for ordinary people is not terrifying for them; in fact, it is considered sacred!

This shouldn't be the first time, right? The Demon City has probably already accumulated countless souls, but it won't be the last either.

It was a magnificent sacrificial altar stained with the blood of soldiers and warriors who had worshipped "Him" as their savior and prayed for salvation.

Of all its severity, cruelty, and horror, it is... 1.

Ah, this scene—it's all too familiar to Accardo.

It was almost like a microcosm of his past life.

You will honor your people, those places you should protect, and let them die by your own hand, watching with a mixture of sorrow and joy, absorbing everything from them, until guided by that God...

To destroy and transcend the laws that govern the universe.

This is eternity!

And when their souls finally took flight and were absorbed by the Demon City, Jin Yiyi was finally able to see the radiant face of that god up close.

Then one by one

Even as a hellish scene unfolds beneath him, he remains calm and serene.

It is obvious that the "gods" who stand at a peak that is difficult for ordinary people to reach possess an optimistic attitude that transcends common sense.

Whether it's tragedy, comedy, or even a "god" that nothing in the world can move.

Laughter is not just mockery, and divinity is not simply a cold-blooded being.

More precisely, it was shaped by time and imbued with the mystique of ancient sages.

"Its existence is so vast—yet still, it remains unattainable."

This was the magnificent view that Accardo, Father Andersen, the Major, and others were still marveling at at the end, a testament to their inner self-perception of the "god-like" posture.

Even as they got closer, the increasingly unfathomable figure only made them feel more mysterious, unfathomable, and incomprehensible, as if it were even more distant.

Their perceptions are, in fact, overly arbitrary and one-sided, stemming from feedback from their own internal senses.

But people like Maxwell, in their frenzied awe, had already transformed that body into the most terrifying cosmic flood or beast.

But one by one

These and those are not the night.

He is more humane than anyone imagines, but he obviously doesn't intentionally show this humanity to these people.

When all the souls that had signed the contract were absorbed into the Golden Demon City, Ye was finally satisfied.

Then one by one

He doesn't usually allow souls to crowd together in Valhalla.

And this dead city of London is now the perfect "eternal hell" to house the Legion!

There's still one final, celebratory feast to be had!

The war has only just begun; it's time to let them finish their battle.

Release yourself, unleash more of your nature and desires, let me see.

My legions, my corps!!

......

Then, in a sudden jolt...

The sound of crashing waves, like the tides of the ocean, came from the Thames.

In the stillness, everyone suddenly awoke and opened their eyes. When they regained consciousness, they found themselves not in the Demon City, but still in a square in London.

When countless people instinctively looked up at the sky, there was no longer any golden demon city, no longer any trace of the "Lord" who had descended.

Everything that had just happened seemed like a dream! Suddenly, everyone was stunned.

dream?

As soon as he thought this, he was immediately rejected by everyone, because they could all see the blank and bewildered expressions on the faces of everyone present.

No one can have the same dream.

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84

Chapter 84 Are you prepared to be mocked by us "counterfeits" when the time comes?

It wasn't a dream; it's a fact that has already happened.

And one by one

Father Andersen turned his head to look at the place where Saint Joseph should have been, but the man had long since disappeared.

But the other Heroic Spirits are still alive—especially Joan of Arc's Noble Phantasm, whose brilliance still shines.

The terrain damage caused by Saint Joseph still exists.

So, it really wasn't a dream?!

They did indeed die once, offering their souls in order to make a covenant with God.

But it was resurrected!!

It was as if the original timeline had been erased, but even if the body could deceive them, the world and the memories could not!

But it didn't give the people present much time to think.

Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis struck.

Father Andersen and the others leaped high into the air, and then saw countless piercing stakes spreading out from the ground.

Many humans were impaled and left hanging high in the sky, unable to dodge in time.

On the battlefield, heavy casualties immediately began to occur.

Accardo's eyes were fixed on one direction.

"Have you awakened from your slumber? In this eternal eon prepared for us by the Lord, the trials we face have only just begun!"

On the Tower of London, a handsome, elegant, blond middle-aged man with his back to the lone moon, his black coat billowing, looked down at them with a cold gaze.

Although his voice was far inferior to that of the previous gods, it still resounded throughout the entire world under the spread of magic.

"Without needing to think about what just happened, in my opinion, you who signed a contract with our great Lord before even completing your trials are utterly unqualified."

We, the Shadow Heroic Spirits, are not the original beings—but rather fragments extracted from information recorded in human history… However—even so, even if this body is merely a counterfeit, it is still a Heroic Spirit body hundreds or thousands of times greater than that of ordinary people!

"Crush us! Prove to us, the Shadow Servants, that you are all worthy of being chosen by our gods and sent to this world to save us—or die on this battlefield! If you cannot even defeat us imposters... *whoosh*!"

The elegant, count-like shadow spirit, wielding a long spear, suddenly leaped down from the broken tower.

Finally, his body landed lightly in the very center of the battlefield—but the spear in his hand suddenly plunged into the ground, piercing through the earth and scattering stones everywhere, before firmly embedding itself in the ground.

"By then, I suppose you'll be prepared to be mocked and looked down upon by us counterfeiters."

Then the faint voice continued.

And in the eyes of all the soldiers on the field, those who craved battle, those who yearned for hell, a light seemed to gleam.

Trials?

So that's how it is. The heroic spirits were all left for them as a final trial.

To show God courage, to display one's body, to display one's soul, to display one's faith, to display everything about oneself! To fight in this hellish scene!

Will we fight against the heroic spirits of human history?!

Blood is boiling—

Andersen lowered his head and fell silent, his glasses reflecting the light.

Accardo's mouth split open in a wild grin, reaching his teeth, and he suddenly burst into unrestrained laughter, unable to contain his joy and fervor any longer.

The last contingent, the Vatican's army, unknowingly and slowly raised their weapons.

Then one by one, bang!!

The first to fire was Alucard's modified dual pistols.

Then, rumble rumble rumble~!!!

As if it were a signal, Alucard's shot was the fuse, and afterwards all the soldiers launched an attack on the shadow follower.

However, before the countless flames could reach him, they were all deflected by the long spear he wielded with one hand.

With modern firearms, unless missiles with even more ferocious firepower are used, it is simply wishful thinking for bullets to injure a Heroic Spirit who is skilled in martial arts but whose physical attributes are dozens of times greater than those of humans.