This heretic cannot be burned, he must be hung up and whipped!

She has arrived.

This is not the beautiful paradise described in the Bible, but purgatory. The former Garden of Eden has been reduced to scorched earth, withered lives groaning, and zombies like the walking dead wandering around. They were once devout believers, but now only empty shells remain.

But she had arrived.

God, attack!!!

Disguise was no longer necessary. The moment she entered the core of this twisted kingdom, Luce, under God's control, cast off her disguise without hesitation. The outer layer of the disgusting monster's shell quickly crumbled and dissipated, revealing a dazzling giant cross beneath, and the immeasurable divine power contained within it, the product of eight hundred years of the true faith and sacrifice of countless humans!

"Eight hundred years of pure faith turning—Jesus's cross!"

“Ah——!”

This pure power was like a volcanic eruption, violently slamming into the "gate" of the Demon Kingdom.

“Rumble——!!!”

A violent shockwave swept across the entire Kingdom of God! The gate of the Demonic Kingdom groaned under the weight of the heavy load! It cracked!

Outside, there was a chaotic ocean composed of light, memory, and emotion. The source of the collective will of humanity that the devil was carefully extracting strength from, now under the guidance of God, it was as if it had found an outlet, and with the rage to destroy everything, it smashed into the devil's kingdom with an overwhelming force!

The demon who was struggling with Neos suddenly let out a howl of extreme pain!

"Uhhh-!!!"

He clutched his head, his massive body shaking like a frantically operating machine. Billions of human memories, emotions, sins, hopes, despair, love, and hate—all mixed together in a primal, vast torrent—instantly rushed into his spirit and being. It was far more, far more intense, than what he had carefully absorbed!

“Awesome! So awesome!!”

His consciousness was completely overwhelmed! The torrent impacted his core, and the collective will of humanity and his own demonic will wrestled within him! He heard the cries of burning Venice, the pleas of frozen children in the Carpathians, the curses of dying soldiers in the trenches, the dying praises of martyrs, every hypocritical prayer, every cruel command... It all exploded in his mind, crushing him completely!

His gigantic body, made up of twisted beliefs, began to crumble, and dazzling, mottled white light seeped out from the cracks. It was the light of humanity's collective will that had been forcibly injected and was now eating away at him.

"No - Impossible -!" The demon roared unwillingly, "Mortal - Villain! What have you done?! I want you - to pay the price -!"

His massive body began to twist, the energy within him becoming extremely chaotic, no longer cohesive. Within his chest, a massive, inky black vortex rapidly formed, emitting a terrifying gravitational pull that devoured everything around it.

With a roar that shook the Warp, a brilliant white light erupted from the demon's body. It was the power of humanity's collective will, about to spiral out of control! The vortex suddenly expanded, instantly sucking in the demon's crumbling body, the twisting Roman ruins around it, all the matter and energy in the shallow Warp, and Neos, who was struggling to steady himself and prepare to launch the final attack!

A vortex of white light and darkness intertwined, and then suddenly shrank, as if the space was being gripped by an invisible giant hand, and finally disappeared without a trace with a faint whimper.

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"Where...is this?"

Neos suddenly woke up in a wasteland. He instinctively wanted to use his psychic power, but found that he was just like a mortal and could not contact the subspace.

"Da da da"

Neos heard the regular sound of horse hooves from under his crotch. He looked down and saw an old chestnut horse shaking its tail tiredly, with a circle of white foam at the corner of its mouth, slowly moving towards an unknown direction in the wilderness.

"Cough cough!"

Neos looked back and saw that Jesus was following him on a white horse with sky blue mane and a cross hanging around its neck.

"Luce?" Neos asked inexplicably.

The white horse under Sugo's crotch snorted, and the bay horse under Neos' crotch turned around and bit Neos' arm, asking him to watch the road. Now Neos had a chance to take a closer look at himself. He was wearing a set of gleaming golden armor engraved with an eagle emblem - not the double-headed eagle of the Human Empire, but the eagle emblem that represented him in reality.

What he was holding in his hand was not a lance, but a golden iron tree. Isn't that the subspace essence of Dominica? How did it end up in his hands?

"What happened?" he asked, looking at the brother riding a white horse. The brother was wearing a suit of plate armor and holding a cross that was nearly two meters long and could be used as a gun.

"We are going to slay the dragon, right here in this space, and slay the demon that has transformed into a dragon."

Brother Jesus spoke more and more, "When He swallowed me, He also swallowed a lot of messy beliefs and mixed myths and legends. Adding the properties of the ether sea, it became this space.

It was here that I was trapped by it. It had an absolute advantage. Although we were unable to use the power of the ether sea, its physical strength was enough to tear us and our horses to pieces."

"How many times have you been torn apart?"

"As long as I don't give up, I will always be torn apart." Brother Jesus seemed to be answering a question that was irrelevant. Then, he added:

"Be optimistic, Neos. We have a huge advantage. Before, I had nothing but my fists and rocks to fight it. Now we have so many useful weapons, and we have a great chance of winning."

"You're this?" Neos said. "We don't have any psychic powers. I'm holding a piece of iron tree, and you're holding your grave. I'm riding this old horse that looks like it's going to die, and you're riding the white horse that looks like my living saint. And we're going to deal with a tank with no legendary equipment who relies solely on physical strength to deal damage—"

Even though this tank has torn you apart countless times over the past eight hundred years, even though it has absorbed the life energy of tens of millions of believers, I still sincerely believe that we have a better chance of winning."

After saying that, Neos added, "Really, I really think we have a good chance of winning."

Neos pointed at the cross in Brother Xu's hand and said, "Can you lend me your grave? I think this thing is much more useful for poking dragons than iron trees."

Brother Jesus put on his armor. "I've seen the future. The very existence of this armor you wear signifies our success. Don't worry about the Warp. The future tells me we defeated the dragon wearing this armor, right here in this space. That demon isn't fully conscious. He's still struggling with the complex consciousness and beliefs of billions of humans. He's acting on instinct now."

Neos nodded.

Jesus then instructed, "Remember the story of St. George slaying the dragon? The scene we are in is the most impressive scene after the demon absorbed countless fragments of human souls. Here, He will instinctively act according to the script of the story, and His power will be limited to the extent of the story.

So, we have to pretend that we are people in the year 280 AD when the story takes place, and let this demon meet his destined death in the story."

"But Brother Jesus." "Huh?"

"Since this is just a normal role-playing game, why don't we just use our psychic power to attack it while it's not paying attention, sneak attack it and kill it?"

"When it is immersed in dreams and unable to distinguish reality, it dies in dreams and reality as well. But when its death deviates from the story, it will realize the difference between reality and 'dreams', and then—

We will have to face the god who has absorbed the power of tens of millions of believers."

"Let's talk about slaying dragons."

PS: Those of you who remember the previous article should have an impression that the subspace essence of Pope Pius is the bay horse ()

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Red Tide: 1921: Chapter 71: Youthful Void Dragons Do Not Dream of a Half-Hanged Emperor

"By the way, since you gods worshipped by humans do exist, are there really dragons in this world? According to legend, when St. George slew the dragon... in 280 AD, Rome had not yet fallen, and it had been hundreds of years since you were stabbed to death on the cross. You should know whether this legend is true or not, right?" Neos asked again.

After witnessing the demons of the warp, the wild gods worshipped by the native Americans, and Jesus himself, Neos suddenly became interested in the myths and legends in history.

Greek mythology, Norse mythology, Egypt - oh, Egypt has been conquered by Mammon and should be gone, and there are also Indian and Chinese mythology in the East - especially the old Chinese, with such a long history, uninterrupted cultural heritage, and a large population, it would be unreasonable not to learn something from them, right?

"Brother, you haven't learned your history well, have you? Back then, Christianity was still being persecuted. It wasn't until the 4th century AD that Emperor Constantine the Great made Christianity the state religion. During that time, I was mainly preaching in Palestine. You should ask those guys who are still resisting in Greece about this. In the later period, Roman polytheism was deeply intertwined with Greek culture, and as a result, these guys are quite weak."

Neos raised his eyebrows and looked at Jesus.

"Don't look at me being trapped inside that devil for more than 800 years. I'm really strong, really." Brother Jesus rode a white horse with blue fur and swung a cross-shaped gun flower.

"No need to hide it, Brother Jesus." Neos shook his head. "For immortals like you, there's no one who hasn't failed. As far as I know, there was a super awesome golden giant, the kind of macho man sent from heaven, who directly unified his own planet, rubbed 20 sons who were like demigods, and led his troops to sweep across half of the galaxy. The entire galaxy trembled under his military power.

But he also failed many times, and did so many bad things that you couldn't even count them with your hands and feet. In the end, he reaped the consequences and sat on the toilet for over 10,000 years. It looks like he'll have to continue sitting there. This is much more painful than being crucified and then resurrected a few days later.

Jesus smiled. He had previously glimpsed a glimpse of Neos's past through Luce's eyes, and he knew who Neos was talking about:

"Don't be so mean. If you continue to worship like this, you'll have to sit at the same table with us immortals. When you make a big mistake one day, like your men starting a rebellion, I'll use what you said today to laugh at you."

Neos always felt that Sugo was implying something, but he had no evidence.

"That big golden guy has a whole galaxy waiting for him to save the people from disaster, but I don't have that." Neos frowned.

"My goal isn't to become a god. I want to drive all these monsters—I'm not talking about you—back to the warp. I don't intend to be treated as a leader forever. I'm afraid I'll die of overwork if I want to be a benevolent ruler. I don't believe I have such a strong will and can't withstand the corruption of power for years."

"So you plan to retire after you've accomplished your mission?"

"Well, I ultimately want humans to understand the world with reason and science, to no longer fear or worship the unknown. By that time, no one will trust you guys anymore, and humans won't be easily affected by the warp, and my mission will be over. By that time, when the trenches are filled and the wasteland blackened by artillery fire grows green again, maybe we can secretly form a band or something."

Brother Su smiled and nodded, then kicked the white horse, asking it to follow Neos, who was about to lower its head to taste the grass in the subspace.

"That's a great idea. Why don't we just open a private guild (similar to a cooperative or the predecessor of a company)? You'll be the boss, I'll be the vice-boss, and we'll recruit gods from all over the world."

"That's inhumane!" Yue Yi was suspicious.

"Then find a scenic island. I think Rhodes Island is a good choice. The Knights of Rhodes Island are very loyal to me. Let's work together to open a portal on Rhodes Island and connect it to the subspace to open up a small kingdom of God. That will be our new Garden of Eden."

"What Western Fantasyland?" Neos complained.

"Hey, don't say that, don't say that! Brother Jesus. It's a pity that Rhodes Island can't move. We need to go out and travel sometimes. I remember there is a mobile fortress in England. I think we should also move the entire Rhodes Island fortress!

Let's go to the East and dig up Qin Shi Huang from his coffin to serve as our commander-in-chief, go to Egypt and capture Best, the Egyptian cat from the pyramids, to serve as our doctor, and go to Japan and capture the Inaba white rabbit to be our group pet. Do you think this is feasible?"

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"Sometimes I really don't understand what you young people are saying." Brother Si smiled and shook his head.

Neos noticed that Sugo was talking more. He looked more like a mortal than the Messiah in the Bible. Sugo was a good listener, and he relaxed during their conversation.

"Alright, my Lord Knight, let's stop talking nonsense and charge! Charge! Charge! Charge!"

Jesus was already immersed in the role. He raised his lance and kicked the blue-haired white horse on the butt. The old bay horse under Neos' crotch raised its upper body, neighed, and also sprinted towards the front of the wasteland.

"For the sake of the people of Dawn! We must kill this evil dragon today!"

It seemed as if Jesus had really turned into an ancient knight less than 300 years ago, going deep into the heart of the dragon, destroying the dragon and saving the people.

Neos was bumping around in the wilderness with Jesus, moving forward in the primitive wilderness with strange terrain, and he really felt like he and Jesus were knights.

"Okay! My loyal follower, let's go!!!" Neos pulled out the iron tree from his waist and rode forward like Don Quixote.

"Snap!" "Buzz"

As Neos and Sugo gradually immersed themselves in the play, the surrounding scene also changed. Their equipment also became more powerful and sophisticated. The armor on Neos and Sugo turned into armor engraved with sacred symbols. A battle robe appeared behind Neos, rustling in the wind. The iron tree in his hand gradually changed shape. The crown began to shrink into a gauntlet, and the middle branch became longer and slender, turning into a several-meter-long lance.

As a knight's attendant, Brother Jesus had a shield in his left hand, and the cross in his right began to transform into a long sword. The two horses under his crotch, one old and one young, also grew. The old bay horse gradually grew taller, and its heavy scales covered its body, but it did not affect its movement in the slightest. The old horse's pace became more powerful, and Neos felt like he was riding a red rabbit horse.

The blue-haired white horse also had a set of scale armor like the chestnut horse. The two horses, armed to the hooves, carried the two people on their backs and galloped across the wilderness at lightning speed.

Neos suddenly felt that he could use a small part of his psychic energy.

Wait, there are some more things in the wasteland, the demon dragon's subconscious seems to be strengthening itself, the terrain of the wasteland becomes rugged, the sky becomes gloomy, it starts to rain heavily, and skinny zombies keep popping out from the grass on the side of the road one after another, and the zombies and hunting dogs rush out to stop the two.

Neos had never ridden a horse or served as a cavalryman, and instinctively wanted to detour and slow down to prevent his horse from falling, but Jesus knew what to do. This is the subspace, and whoever has the stronger willpower will win!

"Sir Knight, let's ignore it. Just close our eyes and charge!"

Jesus leaned forward, and Neos followed suit. They both raised their weapons and shouted in unison: "Three, two, one, charge!"

“Bang!” “Ugh!” “Ouch!” “Waaagh!!!”

Neos closed his eyes and felt the ups and downs of his warhorse. The sounds of horse hooves and lances smashing something were endless, and the terrified screams of the zombies kept coming to his ears. The blue-haired white horse and the chestnut horse under the crotch of the two men also became interested. Relying on their thick armor and not losing blood, they began to charge around among the zombies.

"Bang!" "No, why did it suddenly rush out?"

"Bang!" "Who's a good person standing in the middle of a cavalry charge?"

"Puff!" "Oh shit, it's raining so hard I can't see clearly" "It's in my blind spot, what can I do?"

"Jiji!" "I thought it was a tripwire." "Then why don't you slow down?" "If I slow down, won't I fall down?"

The demon dragon seemed to have sensed something as well, and the hideous zombies that rushed out on the road became much more "pitiable" in appearance, with expressions becoming more vivid, as if trying to impress Neos.

"Don't look at me! I can't stop, I really can't stop my horse!" "Go talk to God." "I'm God, I have no objection, go ahead."

"Okay, I'll rush!"

The bloody road where the two war horses galloped was littered with broken limbs and wailing. Some zombies and demons, half of their bodies smashed by the war horses, crawled slowly on the ground, trying to piece themselves together from the pile of broken flesh.

"We are all living our best..." Neos said with emotion.

"We tried so hard, how come the devil is still alive?" Brother Jesus frowned.

The two war horses galloped all the way to the entrance of the plain, arriving at the edge of a cliff. Beneath the cliff, above the endless expanse of pristine wasteland, stood the demon dragon, seemingly lost in thought.

When the demon dragon sensed the presence of two humans, it didn't care. It had forgotten what it was doing here and was troubled by the memory illusions that kept appearing.

Neos and Sugo rode their horses to the edge of the cliff below.

Neos became serious and stared at the Void Dragon with a solemn and gloomy expression. At this moment, the god who absorbed the faith of tens of millions of believers was right in front of him, and he did not dare to be careless at all.