Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

No, this is starting to breed inner demons. Sooner or later, I'll have to bind God down to be my husband... only then can I quell these inner demons.

Martha, whose divergent thinking had even led her to such a bold idea, was afraid of being seen through, so she lowered her head even further.

Meanwhile, St. George and the others didn't notice this; instead, they looked down at the priest with some concern.

Although Andersen's willpower was more astonishing and they admired him, one

That's probably the limit I've reached.

It's impossible to charge and fight anymore, right?!

Let's leave it at that!

I was just thinking that...

Suddenly, the Thirteenth Division, which was supposed to have sent away Integula, the last leader of the Royal Knights of England, as a "prisoner of war" during the midst of the battle, according to Archbishop Maxwell's orders, suddenly appeared from the periphery of the square.

Bang bang bang bang bang~!!!

Whoosh! The sounds of blades and gunfire rang out continuously as they attacked the rainforest, attempting to break through the rainforest that had become a living hell and rescue the priest!

Even with the Vatican army and its last contingent suffering heavy casualties, and the "small fry" no longer daring to approach and retreating to a greater distance, there were still clergy members who dared to approach this densely packed hell before their eyes.

This genuine faith blossoming in the darkness immediately attracted countless eyes.

"Idiot!!"

Andersen roared suddenly! His previously weak spirit, which was almost closing its eyes, was suddenly invigorated.

Andersen: "Who sent you, you bunch of idiots—!"

The members of Section Thirteen: "Father Anderson, we're coming to your rescue!"

"Next time you need to teleport, you'd better send us a little further away, otherwise we can't control these feet!"

The members of the thirteenth division looked at the black rainforest mountains that had been transformed by the tides.

It must be said that if the enemy were to unleash a Noble Phantasm of this scale again, none of them would be able to escape alive. While feeling fear as they watched this horrifying scene, they trembled and their faces were pale, yet they forced themselves to smile and keep talking to the priest.

That courage!

Just as Anderson was about to say something more...

"Please forgive us for returning without permission. If we had run away from here... then we would have betrayed our faith, and we would no longer be ourselves!"

“If we go back to the Vatican like this, we will no longer be Traitor 13.”

They're nothing but a bunch of walking corpses.

"We already have a clear direction: to eliminate all heretics and monsters."

"Aren't these exactly what you taught us: 'We are God's sole agents on earth'?"

"Now let's prove that all of this isn't just a wild fantasy!"

Silence. The space suddenly became incredibly quiet. In this red, deadly city of London, amidst the flames of war, a rare and extremely tranquil moment appeared.

Even Vlad III did not take advantage of this moment to make another move. Instead, he gave these people a chance to communicate, perhaps out of respect for the will that Andersen had just shown him, or perhaps because these people reminded him of his past self.

On the Golden Demon City, countless saints heard their "Lord" and couldn't help but speak up: "...You, who should be ruthlessly finishing off enemies, known in human history as the brutal Piercing Duke, and absolutely merciless towards your enemies, can't bear to break this beautiful scene? How rare, Vlad."

However, the hymn to humanity is indeed a hymn to courage!

Night's comment immediately shook the spirits and saints below.

Is the hymn to humanity... a hymn to courage?!

As expected of a god, his words are so insightful and powerful, touching the heart of the soul.

What happened next, both above and below the earth, made them deeply appreciate the beautiful charm of the "courage" that the gods spoke of!

In the square—"Fools, idiots, morons! If everyone is only interested in dying, the borders of hell cannot hold our souls!"

Andersen roared.

The members of the Thirteenth Division fell silent at the roar, but none of them backed down.

It's like we're determined to go to hell with you no matter what you say, just to save you.

Suddenly one by one

Andersen turned around, his back to the thirteen department members, and to the disciples he had personally trained.

Throughout his long priesthood, he mentored countless clergy members; almost every outstanding clergy member became his disciple.

They share a common faith in God, dedicate everything to Him, and fight for Him. At the same time, they have built an inseparable bond that is like that of father and son, comrades-in-arms, and teacher and student!

Supported by this friendship, the burning courage shines so brightly in the darkness!

"Alright then! Come with me!"

Andersen left with a dashing and decisive air, a handsome silhouette.

All of the above, and all of the above, can be disregarded when it comes to a person's dignity.

This was the resolve and choice of the entire Thirteen Betrayer Division, who risked their lives.

"Since we've prepared ourselves to face this trial together, let's be prepared to die and march together toward hell!"

A series of synchronized footsteps rang out.

The members of Section Thirteen, who had just used specially made magical weapons to shatter the magically constructed piercing stakes, rushed forward and stood behind Andersen.

Even the holy spirits and deities of the Bible lineage in the heavens witnessed such a shocking scene for the first time in their divine lives. Their mouths gaped slightly, and an inexplicable tremor arose from within them.

These were all tiny, ant-like beings, yet they seemed to emanate an invisible, powerful aura! Why was this? It was terrifying and awe-inspiring.

90

Chapter Ninety: There is no justice, no evil, only 'desire'! Desire is enough to change the universe.

A group of people seemed to have become one.

The members of those thirteen departments seemed to have coalesced into a single entity.

When Andersen asked, "Why are you all here?!"

"We are the traitors! Judas the traitors!" Looking at the charismatic and reassuring figure ahead, reliable as a father and as towering as a mountain, the members of Section Thirteen spoke in unison.

...Heroic spirits: Judas, the traitor?

It has been said that Jesus had thirteen disciples, but the thirteenth disciple, Judas, betrayed Jesus, leading to his death on the cross, hence the name "traitor."

Judas later offered the 30 pieces of silver he received for betraying Jesus to God and committed suicide. In Christianity, suicide is a grave sin that will condemn one to eternal damnation.

So this is probably the origin of the "dagger and silver coin" mentioned in the previous declaration by the clergy of the Thirteenth Division—a special institution that shouldn't exist in the Vatican. It represents the belief of "destroying all enemies of God at all costs" even if it means falling into hell.

At this moment, the heroic spirit truly understood what a fanatical believer this was.

Their actions showed people that no one could stand in that position without the awareness and courage to truly embrace darkness.

At this moment, a sense of respect arises spontaneously in the hearts of these heroes and heroines of human history—the spirits of the fallen.

They were a group of devout believers who were completely different from them, but who also believed in the Lord! However, they had no honor, no status, and could not bask in the light.

Precisely because they are saints and saintesses, the spirits do not feel superior to others because they stand in the light; on the contrary, they feel even more that they should learn to be in awe.

To walk in darkness is a hundred times more painful and difficult than to suffer in the light.

Humans all desire to be bathed in hope and light, and crave recognition.

To dare to embark on that lonely path, that path that one knew from the beginning didn't need to be understood, required immense courage.

They had seen it before; the god descended to earth in human form and was absolutely evil, which had a great impact on them and shocked them.

At this moment, it seems that I see again a group of practitioners of that path.

This is a completely different path from theirs, yet equally devout and awe-inspiring faith. It is something precious that cannot be fully replaced or described by a few short, stereotypical images of similar figures in history, such as inquisitions or fanatics.

On the airship, the major said, "All life has the same desire: to wriggle like a larva and wither like a flower."

"Blood flows, and desires linger. The cycle repeats itself, the battle continues. For Catholics, this is their 'god'; for us soldiers, it is the desire for victory. For Accardo, think carefully—we share the same purpose, the same dream to be revived. Farewell, my black brothers."

As if they had heard the major's words, the expressions of the heroic spirits in the Golden Demon City became even more shocked.

The next moment, they saw the members of the Thirteenth Division, dressed in black priest's and nun's suits, which were in stark contrast to the white battle suits of the other Vatican knights.

They began to charge—! They transformed into a black torrent, clearing a path for the exhausted Andersen. Some even used their flesh and blood to bind explosives, blasting a way through Andersen!

There is no such thing as justice.

There is no such thing as evil.

Everyone is moving forward towards the same goal, the same dream. This will inevitably bring blood and fire to the world.

They were all heading towards that dark hell, the embrace of a lightless abyss... In the end, they were all people moving forward on the path of death, and would eventually be buried along with themselves.

"AMEN!!!"

This was probably the most noise I heard all night.

One after another, they called upon the Lord, their voices resounding with unwavering faith.

Although their purity is not as high as Andersen's, they are still rare and valuable warriors.

'Good, good children. What a wonderful bunch of children, they make me so happy.'

Such an intense desire, if it falls into the hands of someone like him and is used properly, could shake the entire universe.

Such distinct personalities!

Almost none of them were reincarnated after death; instead, they all remained in his conceptual universe.

This proves that all of these people have passed the test and are heroic spirits who are born to fit the Valhalla Temple Legion and military force.

Such a spirit, brimming with awareness and even yearning for hell more than peace, would surely be welcomed by any deity.

Just like how no boss would dislike an employee who voluntarily works 007 overtime, and would feel uncomfortable if you didn't let them work overtime.

Meanwhile, Vlad III, witnessing this scene on the battlefield, was so shocked that he stood frozen in place, as if he had been struck by an invisible force.

He was a brutal monarch of Romania, a piercing prince who erected the rainforest, and a vengeful general who protected the nation!

There is nothing in this world that can frighten him; he himself is the greatest nightmare in people's hearts. But now, what is frightening him is precisely the most fragile and precious thing in this world.

Life is priceless! Life is precious!!