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237 Praise the Lord of Joy

boo.

The sound of champagne being opened echoed in the almost deserted room, clear, deep, and powerful.

The wine, with fine white foam rising from it, slowly flowed out of the bottle.

Bai Chen picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass of wine with tiny, bubbling bubbles, which suddenly made the dim room a little brighter.

Huge viewing windows suddenly appeared in the room filled with all sorts of strange toys. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, one could clearly see the panoramic view of Lungmen. The light in the dim room came from the luxurious buildings and neon signs of Lungmen in the distance.

Looking out the window, the rain distorted the bright lights of Longmen, and the distorted lights of various colors cast rainbows in the rain, making the sky above Longmen look like an overturned palette, with colors twisted and bizarre to the extreme.

Bai Chen turned his head to look at the wall clock. It was midnight, a multiple of 6, an auspicious time.

It's fitting to put on a grand show.

For example, the fall of Longmen.

It sounds like a really good title for a play.

Ah, it's time indeed.

It's definitely time to save this city from the poison of "only 'beautiful girls can be considered human'," since all the beautiful girls come here to have parties.

They no longer have the time or the ability to interfere with this land full of beautiful girls.

Bai Chen snapped his fingers, and the soft sound spread outwards, growing louder and louder until it almost materialized into a sound wave as it traveled through an unknown area, sweeping out like the roar of a demon god.

After a brief silence, the once deserted streets of Lungmen slum were suddenly filled with people. The Chernobog residents, who had been indulging in unrequited love, seemed to have been summoned and all showed up in Lungmen with expressions of ecstasy.

Bai Chen frowned as he stared at the group of guys who had become almost like sea monsters in their quest to experience emotional and sensory stimulation again.

I feel... like I'm not as good as a pretty girl.

Yes, that seems to make a lot of sense.

After all, in this land filled with beautiful girls—no, not just in this world, but in all the worlds dominated by beautiful girls—males are almost never considered human beings.

Those guys who like lewd things, and sometimes even dare to peek at the system's most beloved beautiful girl, it's understandable that they'll be tormented into a ghostly state.

Bai Chen took a sip of champagne and murmured with a sigh, "Big shots always make their appearance at the last minute. Shouldn't I also make my appearance at the last minute? Hmm, that should be it."

He reissued orders to his vassals and followers, instructing them not to actually conquer the city for him, but to hold back when necessary, to properly prepare for his grand entrance, and not to steal his thunder.

As a minor character who doesn't even deserve a name, daring to steal the spotlight from the protagonist and act arrogantly is a crime deserving of death.

Even when you're just working for someone else, you shouldn't steal the spotlight from your boss. No matter what, the boss should always get the most credit.

If the lower-ranking henchmen try to steal the credit, the consequences will be dire.

Bai Chen downed the champagne in a sippy of the tall, thin glass, then got up and left the dimly lit room filled with strange toys and gadgets.

There are still a few pretty girls waiting for him to deal with them properly.

Lin Yuxia, Chen Huijie, Hoshiguma, Exia... Hmm, it seems like these are the only four.

Once they are dealt with, no beautiful girl will be able to affect Lungmen, the moving city.

I think so?

Perhaps there are still some beautiful girls we missed?

It's alright, the Black Serpent Scale Squad will bring them back here for the party. Don't interfere with the Lungmen battle.

……

……

Even after Bai Chen had walked away, faint sounds could still be heard in the dimly lit room.

Jingzhe's face was covered in tears, and her once aloof and arrogant dark blue eyes were now rolled back, almost appearing as a dark and murky white.

It was as if it was filled with something.

Her lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing with her tongue slightly sticking out. Her expression seemed to suggest that she wanted to cry out loud, but she didn't even have the strength to shout.

Her fair body, tinged with a bewitching crimson hue, trembled slightly from time to time. It seemed that her thoughts were still lingering in an incredibly terrifying nightmare, or perhaps in some sweet, happy dream that she hadn't yet come out of.

We are still in a state of inability to think.

After an unknown amount of time, the corners of her lips finally curved slightly upward, revealing a sweet and charming smile, yet also tinged with a hint of foolishness.

hmm~

It must have been a sweet, joyful, happy, and blissful dream.

……

……

The longsword, imbued with Originium Arts, once again unleashed a dazzling sword light in the rain.

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The sword, aimed almost with all its might at the opponent's throat, seemed to leave the opponent no time to dodge, plunging straight into their throat.

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On the still handsome face of the purple-armored warrior, a twisted, almost manic joy gradually revealed itself.

He can feel pain again, and he can even enjoy pain again.

Even such a slight pain.

So wonderful, so sweet.

"Praise be to the Lord of joy, praise be to the God of love and happiness."

The purple-armored warrior, at least 280cm tall, gripped a halberd, his face contorted with a mixture of ecstasy and tears and snot streaming down his cheeks.

"Praise be to the blessed potion from the Lord of Joy!"

The purple-armored warrior let out a howl that was almost inhuman.

He looked at the head he was holding aloft, and...

Ah—ah!

Not only did their almost completely eroded nerves recover and return to a state of constant elation, but even the emotions that had been completely devoid of any fluctuations were now active again.

So sweet, so delightful.

The enemy's fear was so sweet.

The purple-clad warrior dragged the man, who was pulling at the frozen enemy, and then... (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context.)

He casually picked up the [unclear text], then [unclear text], and with a flick of his wrist, [unclear text], he said, "I've got something to say, but I'm not sure what it means." He continued, "I've got something to say, but I'm not sure what it means."

238 Members of the Lungmen Guard Bureau who arrived at the Sanctuary of Pleasure

The Lungmen Guard Bureau, and even the hidden armed forces within Lungmen, quickly found themselves in a fierce battle.

They were horrified to discover that the enemy was not the infected mob they had initially imagined.

Their terrifying regenerative abilities, the kind that can almost completely restore all bodily damage, make them virtually invincible to every enemy they encounter.

Those enemies whose bodies have undergone severe mutations and have gained extra organs for pleasure, as if they have reached the terminal stage of Oripathy, know nothing of fear or dread.

Those creatures that were almost no longer human, whose forms were even more bizarre than those of the Sarkaz, were still enjoying the stimulation that came with their injuries.

If it weren't for the fact that these people were only enjoying their injuries and the fun that the battle brought them, the battle line in Lungmen would have been almost a complete frenzy of killing... no, it couldn't be called killing, it was more like a chaotic brawl.

The enemy enjoys the pleasure of beating and torturing others, and also enjoys the pleasure of being beaten or even killed.

On the battlefield where crossbow bolts whistled and Originium Arts unleashed massive spells, enemies who occasionally wailed "I want sex, I want sex" even strolled leisurely through the streets, and at one point even took out paint sprayer to create graffiti on walls and the ground with their distorted aesthetics.

Those enemies who used instruments such as guitars and flutes as weapons even had the mind to hysterically 'play' in the middle of the battlefield, banging and pulling at their instruments in various indescribable ways to make them produce huge noises.

"Retreat! One team from the Guard Bureau, retreat immediately!"

The captain of the riot squad of the Royal Guard issued another order to retreat.

They had retreated countless times and rebuilt their defenses countless times, but the enemy never pursued them. They simply continued their advance toward the Guard Bureau, laughing and joking all the way.

"*Longmen profanity*, *Longmen profanity*, what's wrong with these guys? They all seem like they were released from a mental hospital."

The captain of the Sentinel Bureau's riot squad cursed, then fixed his gaze on an Ursus man who was trying to charge at a utility pole, attempting to break through the hole that had been accidentally created by the pole with his bare hands.

He stared blankly for a while, then felt his hair go numb, and an indescribable chill enveloped his entire body. A fear he had never felt before surged up his spine and into his mind.

What's wrong with these people?

"Sir! Sir—!"

A roar came through the radio headset, and the captain of the Guard Bureau's riot squad snapped back to reality. He raised his weapon and warily surveyed his surroundings, only to find that the enemy was still advancing slowly and casually.

There were no enemies around him at all.

With a slight sense of relief, the captain of the Guard Bureau's riot squad placed a reassuring hand on his headset, "What's wrong?"

"Sir, the city lord has issued an order to lift the heavy weapons ban. We can now use heavy weapons to fire!"

The captain of the riot squad of the Royal Guard Bureau was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked again at the enemy in front of him, whose body was actually twisted and bizarre to an extreme degree.

He suddenly had a strong feeling that these people were beyond saving; they were just empty shells, their souls having long since been betrayed to some unknown evil being.

Living is an eternal torment for the enemy before us; perhaps death is the only relief.

'They're not even human anymore.'

The captain of the riot squad of the Royal Guard Bureau was certain of his judgment.

"call--"

As he slowly exhaled, the captain of the Royal Guard riot squad's expression hardened, and he replied in a deep voice:

"Fire is permitted! Free fire is permitted!"

With more powerful weapons joining the battlefield, the warlocks of the Royal Guard no longer suppressed their spells to avoid causing massive casualties.

Instead of continuing to try to suppress, subdue, and disperse the strange crowds on the streets, squads from various units of the Guard began to unleash real firepower on them.

After a period of intense fighting, the members of the Royal Guard were surprised to find that an eerie and bewitching purple-pink fog suddenly enveloped the battlefield.