Traveling through the second dimension, the joy system encourages me to laugh heartily!

The cult leader's voice had completely changed. It was no longer the deliberately imitated hoarseness of an old man, nor the sharp tone of his impassioned accusations, but a... multi-layered, inhuman timbre. It was like countless voices speaking simultaneously, men and women, old and young, sharp and deep, all overlapping to create a chilling resonance.

"Failed again."

It slowly turned its head, its neck making a soft "clicking" sound, like a rusty machine turning. Its scarlet eyes locked onto Chen Ming.

"You actually managed to turn the situation around. Did the goddess intervene directly?"

Its tone contained no anger, no resentment, only a calmness akin to an academic discussion. Like a chess player looking at a losing game on the board, analyzing the move that led to defeat.

"What a pity, what a pity..."

The last three words were spoken very softly, like a sigh. Then it attacked Chen Ming with extraordinary speed.

The right arm, disguised as a human hand, has transformed into a jet-black claw, its tip glowing with a dark purple poisonous light. Wherever the claw passes, five jet-black cracks are torn through the air!

at the same time--

"Roar--!!!"

Two inhuman roars erupted simultaneously from the crowds on both sides of the square!

Two figures soared into the sky!

On the left, a middle-aged man who had initially been dressed in an ordinary pilgrim's robe suddenly expanded violently in mid-air! The robe burst open, revealing a body covered in dark green scales. His head elongated, his mouth splitting to his ears, a mouthful of sharp teeth gleaming coldly in the sunlight. With a "rip," a pair of tattered, fleshy wings unfolded from his back!

On the right, a seemingly frail young nun's body melted and reformed like liquid! Her fair skin turned bluish-gray, her limbs bent backwards at the joints, and her fingers extended into half-meter-long bone blades. Her face split into four pieces, with countless compound eyes at the center!

The three demons have gathered!

They all erupted at once!

The demon disguised as the cult leader was responsible for stopping Chen Ming, while the other two demons pounced on the unsuspecting crowd!

Their goal is clear—slaughter! To create the most deaths and collect the most souls in the shortest amount of time!

The sounds of claws tearing flesh, bone blades slicing through bone, and screams of extreme terror erupted instantly in the square!

Chen Ming had anticipated this.

The deaths of the first five demons will surely teach the remaining demons a lesson—being alone will only lead to being defeated one by one.

Why not take advantage of the current perfect opportunity—with the three demons gathered together and a massive amount of offerings available—to try resurrecting the Demon King? Perhaps there's still a chance to turn the tide!

Moreover, even a hero cannot go all out when there are many people, otherwise he will fall into a frenzy and kill indiscriminately, which would actually help the demons harvest souls.

This means that only Chen Ming is capable of stopping them.

As long as enough souls can be collected before Chen Ming kills all three of them, the ritual to resurrect the Demon King can succeed!

Anyway, after the Demon King's resurrection, all the demons were destined to be sacrifices anyway. Whether they die sooner or later, it's all the same; there's no difference.

Going all in is also a form of wisdom!

Unfortunately—

They don't know one thing.

After completing his tasks in this world, Chen Ming would temporarily leave and travel to World 2 to cultivate.

Therefore, his speed of improvement is terrifying.

If it were the early Chen Ming, dealing with three high-level demons simultaneously would indeed have been quite a challenge. The aftermath of the battle might affect innocent bystanders, and the delay might allow the demons to collect enough souls, perhaps even enabling them to complete their resurrection ritual.

But Chen Ming now...

It's already terrifyingly strong.

He's so powerful that even if the Demon King were resurrected, he could easily kill him instantly.

Not to mention the mere demons.

"ban."

Chen Ming casually uttered a single word.

The demons were thus imprisoned in place.

This is a divine light magic spell called "Nine Luminaries Seal" that Chen Ming had pre-chanted on a spiritual level using "Multiple Chanting".

The first to be immobilized was the Demon Lord.

Its claws stopped in front of Chen Ming, the poisonous light at the tips still flashing, but it could not move forward an inch. Its scarlet eyes widened, and for the first time, true horror appeared in them—because it discovered that not only was its body unable to move, but its consciousness was also beginning to blur.

The second is the flying demon race.

It had just torn two knights to shreds and was preparing to pounce on the denser crowd when its wings suddenly stiffened. Like a specimen nailed to the air, it remained in its pouncing posture, dark green blood dripping from the corner of its mouth, congealing into droplets in mid-air.

The third is the compound-eyed demon race.

It had already charged into the most densely populated area of ​​believers, its four-lobed head poised to devour the believers before it, its bone blade already raised above its head—and then everything froze. The bluish-gray body resembled a bizarre statue, its compound eyes reflecting the terrified, distorted faces of the believers.

The entire process took less than 0.01 seconds.

Chen Ming didn't even glance at them.

He slightly raised his right hand, palm up, and golden light condensed in his hand, transforming into a simple longsword—without any ornate decorations or dazzling light, just an ordinary-looking steel sword.

But the moment he gripped his sword, the air in the entire square grew heavy.

Immediately afterward, Chen Ming's figure flashed and appeared behind the Demon Lord. His longsword pierced its back without any fancy moves, accurately hitting the red core hidden deep in its chest cavity.

"Click".

A crisp cracking sound.

The demon leader's stiff body began to disintegrate, like a sand sculpture scattered by the wind, turning into countless black specks of light and vanishing from the spot where the sword had pierced it. Its final expression was one of disbelief and terror; its lips moved, but no sound came out.

With a second flash, Chen Ming arrived in front of the flying demon.

It was suspended in the air, its wings still spread out.

Chen Ming raised his sword and slashed down.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, cutting through the demon's head without any resistance, then continued downwards, slicing through its chest, its abdomen, and its pulsating red core.

The flying demon's body split in two, but no blood spurted from the wound. Its body also began to disintegrate, turning into green specks of light that mixed with black specks and scattered like dust in the sunlight.

With a third flash, Chen Ming teleported to the side of the compound-eyed demon, giving it no chance. His longsword easily pierced through its four-part head, the tip of the sword protruding from its jaw and precisely shattering the red core hidden in its brain.

The compound-eyed demon's bluish-gray skin quickly lost its color, and countless cracks appeared like weathered rocks, eventually disintegrating into gray light spots.

Three flashes.

Three swords.

The three demons have fallen.

The entire process took less than 1 seconds.

When Chen Ming reappeared in the same spot, the longsword in his hand had vanished. The wings of light behind him slowly retracted, and the light softened.

Apart from a few specks of light and dust left behind after the three demons disappeared, there were no signs of battle on the plaza.

There were no aftershocks of the energy impact, no innocent bystanders injured, and not even the sound of fighting.

Only deathly silence.

Hundreds of thousands of believers and five thousand knights stared in disbelief at the scene.

The fear, anger, and confusion I felt just now have been replaced by a deeper sense of awe.

They witnessed a miracle—not the vague divine grace preached by the church, but a real, incomprehensible display of power.

Mirle let out a soft breath, her tense shoulders relaxing.

The light of the holy sword in Epona's hand gradually faded. She looked at Chen Ming, her beautiful eyes flashing with complex emotions—awe of power, relief at being relieved of a burden, and overflowing love and emotion.

With that, the matter of the demon race came to an end.

As for the demons who resurrected two hundred years later, they will be dealt with by the heroes of two hundred years from now!

So Epona doesn't need to intervene anymore—she won't be pushed to the limit, won't go insane, and won't destroy the world with her own hands in that dark future.

Chen Ming could be said to have fulfilled the goddess's request to save the world, repaying her kindness in bestowing upon him the skill...

Chapter 336: World Number 2

Once the entrustment is completed, the transaction is settled.

If the goddess still feels uneasy, Chen Ming can take Epona to another world, and he will definitely be able to cure her hidden dangers in the future!

Of course, a series of problems remained after the final battle.

For example, almost all of the high-ranking members of the Yalan Church died in the explosion of the Great Cathedral.

These people are the core of the Aryan Church's operation, the central nervous system of its belief system. Their collective death means that the entire church will fall into an unprecedented power vacuum and organizational paralysis.

However, Chen Ming felt no remorse whatsoever.

Because the attackers were demons.

He doesn't need to take any responsibility, let alone help rebuild the church.

Let the believers solve this problem themselves.

Furthermore, the issue of the death of kings in various countries is also easily resolved—they generally all have legitimate heirs who remain in their respective capitals.

The throne will never be vacant, and the rule will never be interrupted.

At most, the power struggle between princes will cause some wars, bloodshed, intrigue, and betrayal—that's how the struggle for the crown prince has always been.

The transfer of power is never a dinner party, but a bloody battle.

Chen Ming has neither the obligation nor the interest to get involved in this game.

In short, Chen Ming was free of any trouble.

So, it's time to fulfill another promise.

……

Three days later, a grand wedding was held in the capital of the Kingdom of Yarban.

There were four brides:

The female warrior Epona has golden hair like the sun, wears light silver armor, has a holy sword at her waist, and has a smile as bright as a summer flower.

Duchess Neman Lomarin possesses a noble and elegant demeanor. As the eldest daughter of the Lomarin family, she is a perfect combination of intelligence and beauty.

Princess Farina, Niman's twin sister and the kingdom's first princess, is elegant with a touch of playfulness, and her eyes sparkle with anticipation for the future.

And then there's Mirle, with red hair and fair skin, a former priestess who has shed all pretense, now wearing a simple white wedding dress, her smile pure and free.

Four brides, four kinds of beauty, four kinds of personalities, yet they all made the same choice.

There was only one groom: Chen Ming.

This was a wedding that broke all conventions, but no one present dared to object!

Since Chen Ming has already held several weddings, the details of the weddings will not be repeated.

The important thing is that he kept his promise.

After the wedding, Chen Ming returned to Space City with his brides.

……

The next day, soft sunlight streamed through the huge viewing window, casting a pale golden veil over the room.

Chen Ming regained consciousness in the arms of his newlywed wives.

The air around the nose was filled with the faint, sweet fragrance of the four girls.

Epona's blond hair fell loosely across his chest as he slept like a child, nestled against him. The twins, Neman and Farina, lay on either side of him, their similar faces radiating tranquility in their sleep. Miler curled up beside his legs, her red hair like flames spread across the white sheets, her breathing even and deep.

Chen Ming lay quietly for a while, then gently removed the delicate hands and legs that were pressing against him.

Each girl was murmuring softly in her sleep, but none of them woke up—they were truly exhausted from charging up last night.

He got up, dressed, and walked to the window. While looking at the boundless starry sky outside, he opened the system interface to check his gains from the previous night.

[Pleasure God Power Settlement]

[Epona: 10300 points]

Neman Lomarin: 10300 points