My profession panel inspires loyalty.

However, in that hellish, bloody instant, the 1,048 construction teams, along with the tens of thousands of brilliant sparks they carried, were abruptly extinguished under the unpredictable, crimson divine punishment.

[For the Red Heart Society, which today spans countless worlds and whose foundations have been laid deep within the cosmos, this number may be nothing more than a tiny ripple in a vast torrent.]

[But ever since the four True Gods who govern the truth of the universe rose from the Sacred Flame of the Crimson Heart and led the organization into the Hall of Immortality, the Crimson Heart Society has never suffered such shocking large-scale casualties.]

That was the sound of countless hearts shattering simultaneously!

[Especially for such a well-organized, hierarchically structured team, shouldering a grand vision with unwavering loyalty, there has never been a precedent for its complete annihilation.]

This was not the defeat of scattered troops, but a relentless challenge to the pioneering spirit of the Chixin Society.

Every falling speck of dust was once the opening page of a rich and complex epic of life.

The deafening roar that suddenly ripped apart tens of thousands of families, the eternal night that descended upon countless relatives and loved ones, are deeply etched into the soul of every surviving member.

This hatred, even if the entire river of time were to flow, it would be impossible to wash away!

That damned God of Blood Prison!

How dare He?

How dare He?

Even now, He still refers to the members of the Red Heart Society as ants!

In an instant, the furious roar transformed into a physical storm that shook the divine realm.

[Aglaus, the giant who could physically confront galaxies, had eyes like two exploding stars, spewing forth pure, destructive light.]

His fist, seemingly forged from star debris and bearing the weight of stars, showed no hesitation whatsoever. Bursting forth with pure, brutal ferocity that tore apart all hypocrisy and arrogance, it struck without any embellishment the once radiant barrier of the Blood Prison Divine Kingdom.

【boom--】

The walls of the Blood Prison Divine Kingdom groaned under the strain, spiderweb-like cracks instantly bursting and spreading, as if fragile crystal had been struck by a cosmic hammer.

The next moment, Agrus's roar, filled with boundless grief and judgment, resounded like a million bells, violently echoing across the blood-soaked battlefield.

God of Blood Prison!

Open your blind eyes and look!

What you consider mere mortal ants, worthless in your fallen divinity, are to our Red Heart Society a treasure more fervent than the core of a star, more radiant than the spirit of creation.

[It is an irreplaceable spark of hope!]

【You wicked, evil-giving crawler!】

My unwavering loyalty will transcend time and space; no matter where you cower in the filth and darkness, no matter which corrupt will you beg for protection, the fire of my loyalty will surely burn away every trace of your sinful divine blood.

This is not merely a vow, but a decisive anchor point where the rules are ignited by fury.

Meanwhile, Wang Meng, who ignited his fighting spirit with his life as fuel, had completely surpassed the limits of his past combat records with every punch and every step he took.

This war god of rules, whose life essence was burning and whose body was bursting with fierce flames from within, was now experiencing a surge of life force due to the deep-seated hatred that penetrated to his very bones.

Each attack seemed to drain away from its own lifespan, its power so violent it threatened to incinerate even the very fabric of the universe.

The destructive beam of light tore open the rifts in the divine realm's defenses, its power instilling in the Blood God, who sat high on his throne, a long-lost, primal, and intense panic!

Overwhelmed by a wave of regret, a wave of remorse washed over me.

[In truth, the God of Blood Prison didn't regret his actions; rather, he knew he was in mortal danger and might die.]

The God of Blood Prison, a true god of hell who dwells deep within the depths of hell and draws sustenance from endless suffering and fear, writhes restlessly on his throne with his enormous and twisted divine body.

[His destruction of the forty-third level of hell, which was being infiltrated and transformed by the Red Psyche, stemmed from unspeakable fear.]

He clearly sensed that when that pure, purifying spirit, representing "justice," "dedication," and "collective will," flowed into this defiled land like a purifying spring, a profound, unseen fluctuation arose.

To Him, it was a chilling, bone-piercing force imbued with the power of supreme order, like countless fine needles of curse piercing the very foundation of His blood-prison divine authority.

Under the watchful gaze of His immense divine will, the atmosphere of Hell seemed to undergo a strange improvement due to the transformation of hearts, and the faint light of order pierced through the eternal fog of slaughter.

However, for Him, the true God who wields the authority over the Blood Prison, this slight improvement brought not joy, but a chilling, rotten feeling that seeped into His very bones.

He truly felt that the Blood Prison authority, which had been accumulating for millions of years and solidified like a star's core, was being slowly dissolved.

[Slashed down by that damned fire of passion!]

My own strength is slipping away.

Although it is but a tiny fraction of His vast reserves of divine power, He has remained stagnant at the peak of His current realm for millions of years, without making any progress or diminishing His power.

This eternal and unchanging nature is the cornerstone of His existence.

But now, the foundation is crumbling, slowly slipping away!

[I can't understand! ]

[Unacceptable!]

This was even more agonizing than having a piece of His divine body severed, plunging Him into an abyss of madness. Therefore, He carefully chose His moment, enduring excruciating pain as He kept a close watch on the Red Heart Society's battle formation.

[That fanatical group that even He feared, and which the Red Heart Society valued most.]

He knew that the core of the Red Heart Society lay precisely in these battle sequences capable of overturning the balance of all realms, so He dared not directly annihilate them, nor could He afford to offend the Red Heart Society.

[So He lay in wait like a venomous snake, holding His breath, until He confirmed that the Red Heart Society's battle formation had retreated from the forty-third layer of the realm like a receding tide.]

The moment the sword hanging overhead finally vanished, He hastily transformed His astonishing divine power into a boundless sea of ​​blood, instantly devouring and annihilating the remaining mark of the Crimson Heart.

From the perspective of the God of Blood Prison, He even felt that His methods were full of consideration and goodwill.

The Red Heart Society's ideology, once it entered Hell, began to erode His authority.

[Under normal circumstances, He would have already taken action!]

[It was His mercy and ability to assess the situation that allowed Him to endure until all the precious core members of the Red Heart Society had safely left before taking action.]

[He firmly believes in his own correctness with the arrogant logic unique to gods. For the Red Heart Society, such a vast organization born for war, the battle formation is the truly valuable and sharpest weapon.]

The rest are nothing more than lowly, insignificant logistical ants, readily replaceable.

Just as a giant tree doesn't need to care about fallen leaves!

He has already made a huge concession and sacrifice by destroying these insignificant little insects.

[He even planned to adopt a more dignified stance afterward, offering some of the mountain of useless divine ore from his inventory, or a few insignificant interfaces, as compensation.]

Even if we suffer a minor loss, we might be able to use this opportunity to ease tensions with the true rulers of the Red Heart Society, and perhaps even gain some benefits from it.

This cold calculation, imbued with an arrogance akin to divine favor, led the God of Blood Prison to believe that his actions were entirely justified.

[Or rather, the actions of the God of Blood Prison would be perfectly normal, or even without any problem, in the eyes of any true god.]

However, His goodwill and thoughtful consideration did not result in negotiation, but rather a direct attack without any words from the four True Gods of Rules, whose rage had been completely ignited.

Beyond the divine realm, four true gods of rules, like the four poles of the universe, have locked down every path to His survival.

Each strike of Agrelius's Star Fist seemed to be striking the very essence of His authority.

Wang Meng's life-consuming, reckless attack greedily devoured His divine kingdom, more voraciously than a black hole capable of destruction.

The power of the other two true gods is like invisible shackles, weaving a deadly net powerful enough to seal off time and space.

The God of Blood Prison felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation. What terrified Him even more was that, as this sincere war waged against the true god erupted, the supreme will deep within hell—which should have been His domain, His protector, and His protector—remained completely unresponsive.

At this moment, not only the God of Blood Prison understood, but even the Hell-type True Gods who were observing the battle understood the Supreme Will's thoughts.

This siege of the Blood Prison God by the Red Heart Society might be tacitly approved by the will of Hell.

Even if it's not tacitly accepted, it's not rejected either.

In a sense, the actions of the God of Blood Prison also disrupted the arrangements and plans of the Will of Hell.

Similarly, this is also a signal that the will of hell is sending outwards.

[The Hellish interface has been transformed into a pure and innocent world; no one can stop it!]

Who's in the way!

Who will die!

No one is an exception!

Chapter 422 I don't understand!

In July of the 290th year of the Extraordinary Calendar, this unprecedented divine war, in which four True Gods of the Red Heart Society hunted down the God of Hell's Blood Prison, finally reached its boiling point of ultimate destruction deep within Hell.

This is the absolute home ground of the God of Blood Prison!

Normally, every wisp of bloody, malevolent energy flowing through the void resonates with the rhythm of His authority!

That filthy, heavy energy should have been like His extended flesh and blood, freely manipulated!

However, reality is a chillingly bizarre place.

[When the God of Blood Prison mobilized the boundless sea of ​​blood, attempting to transform it into countless God-Devouring Spears to tear apart Wang Meng's molten divine body, the blood spears instantly evaporated upon leaving his body.]

[Like being thrown into an invisible furnace, instantly vanishing!]

He attempted to condense the Blood Prison Divine Art of Vengeful Spirits to detonate the essence of his opponent's soul.

[But just as the core array of the incantation was taking shape, it went out of control, howling and gnawing at the very foundation of His divine kingdom.]

The battle between true gods is a series of countless clashes every second.

[And when facing opponents of similar strength on the battlefield, without exception, they all unleashed powerful divine spells.]

[However, every time the God of Blood Prison casts a divine spell, every time he invokes a rule, it is accompanied by incomprehensible obstruction and backlash.]

It was as if a deadly toxin, specifically targeting Him, had already been injected into the depths of this filthy blood where He ruled over billions!

The fury that had been ignited in desperation faded in the final moments before His divine body crumbled, His divine fire was extinguished, and His divine essence was destroyed. At that very last moment, the all-encompassing divine will within Him dimmed.

[When the state of absolute rationality was eliminated, the Blood God's last shred of sanity collapsed instantly.]

[At the core of His divine body, composed of solidified divine blood, a destructive energy storm powerful enough to incinerate a star field suddenly ignited!]

[Since the Star Demon God and the Heart Demon God were able to destroy the embodiment of the Abyss's will with the power of self-destruction, Red Heart will have the opportunity to create a brighter future.]

Today, He will emulate the Star Demon God and the Heart Demon God, sacrificing Himself to detonate His authority and drag these four damned, righteous deities into an eternal blood prison to be buried with them.

[Burn my divine body!!!]

The next moment, the roar of the Blood God's authority reverberated around them.

However, just as the crimson flames symbolizing the core of power were about to transform into a world-destroying inferno, another unexpected event occurred.

[Unexpected events can happen in battle, and even in self-destruction?]

In the midst of a war of gods, unexpected events may occur.

But if it happens once, it's an accident; if it happens many times, then it's no longer an accident.

The Red Heart Society lacks the technology to handle the various unforeseen events caused by the authority of Hell.

[Or rather, apart from the will of hell, no one possesses such an ability.]

After all, even the lowest-ranking superhumans wouldn't encounter such an unexpected situation during a battle between the two sides.

[Between true gods, it goes without saying.]

Therefore, the final outcome was the fall of the God of Blood Prison.

This was clearly the Blood Prison God's home turf, yet the battle was being fought as if it were taking place on the home turf of the Four Gods of the Crimson Heart Society.

You observe the situation surrounding this battle with perfect clarity.

The corpse of the God of Blood Prison is the reward he paid to the Red Heart Society.

The Red Heart Society's transformation of Hell must continue!

Not only should we continue, but we should even expand the scale.

[And after obtaining the corpse of the Blood Prison God as research material, the eyes of the members of the Red Heart Society Research Institute gleamed with an alarming light.]

[Especially the Equipment Department, which even boasted that it would use the corpse of the Blood Prison God to forge a true divine weapon for the great founder of the Red Heart Society.]

[In April of the 296th year of the Extraordinary Calendar, after a century of agonizing pain from the forced plundering of its source of authority, the vast and boundless rule system of the Spirit Realm universe finally managed to maintain a superficial balance after violent upheaval.]

[And the first clear imperative of the Supreme Ruler, the Great Will of the Spirit Realm, who felt deeply offended, was vengeance!]

[A heart of unwavering loyalty!]

[Exterminate all those who harbor righteous intentions!]