Huh? Are they all real?...

"I'm sorry I can't take you out right now, but I think I can still take you here."

A tremendous feeling of weightlessness suddenly overwhelmed her, and Leda could only fall backward. She longed to turn back and take another look at the witch so she could ask her more questions.

But she didn't even have that chance; she fell before the memorial shrine.

Here, the honor guards and former slaves stared in astonishment at the girl who had suddenly appeared.

Before Leda could be captured by the Honor Guard, some former slaves recognized her and stopped the Honor Guard from doing so.

As they reported to Quintus, they also curiously asked Leda:

"It's you, Miss. What brings you here all of a sudden? And didn't you leave?"

Before Leda could react and answer them, everyone saw the snow falling in the sky.

"Snowing?"

"Wait, this isn't snow?"

"Is this ash? Is it on fire?"

"Strange, how come it disappeared as soon as it landed?"

Amidst people's bewilderment and astonishment, snow-like ash blanketed the earth from the sky.

At first, people were simply surprised and confused. They didn't know what had happened.

Until they saw it.

In those dark and damp corners, rats swarmed out like madmen, only to die instantly the moment they emerged from the various corners. The more this happened, the more frantically they surged out. Their small bodies collapsed in droves on the ground, lifeless.

At the same time, the birds that had been soaring freely in the sky seemed to have lost their way and fell to the ground one after another. Some flapped their wings, making a last struggle, but ultimately could not escape the arrangement of fate; others fell straight down like kites with broken strings, crashing onto the hard ground with a dull thud.

In the river and beneath the waves, the fish all floated to the surface, their white bellies exposed and died. Even if they hid in the deep water, as soon as dust touched the surface, they would die instantly, their white bellies quickly covered by the dust.

Death is quietly engulfing everything in the Old World.

Then, the sea began to boil. The once tranquil surface was now churning with enormous waves, steaming hot, like a giant steamer. The flames rising from hell by the demons were being conveyed to the world through the roar of the sea.

The earth began to crack, and those enormous fissures, like gaping maws, seemed poised to devour everything. The crimson light that flashed intermittently from the cracks further indicated their origin.

The forest began to burn, the raging fire spreading rapidly, its towering flames illuminating the entire sky. The crackling sound of the fire was like an apocalyptic symphony, a melody of destruction. This was an absolute song of the abyss!

The people who were still fighting and scrambling stared blankly at all of this, as everything before them was beyond their comprehension.

Things beyond their comprehension left them feeling confused about how they should act.

Their brains were unable to process what they were going through, but their souls trembled and wanted them to flee.

Soon, the disaster finally shifted from everything around them to them.

They underwent all sorts of strange changes after being covered in gray snow.

Moreover, all these changes point to pain, torment, and death!

The two children, hiding in a doghouse, stared in terror at the people outside. Those who had just tried to capture and eat them were now collapsing on the ground, writhing in agony. They tried to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but the fire seemed to burn from within them, impossible to put out with water or kicks.

The people who were lying on their looted treasures, dreaming of the future, were now scratching themselves uncontrollably. At first, it was just the spots touched by the gray snow that were unbearably itchy, but then their entire bodies were scratched. They tried to relieve the itch by scratching, but they couldn't stop until they were bleeding and mangled. They could only scratch themselves to death.

The mother, clutching her child, ran frantically, pleading for mercy from the gods, for behind her hordes of beasts, lusting after her beauty. They were once human, now merely human in form, their eyes bloodshot, their claws bared. Closer, closer, the fastest beast would soon grab the woman's hair, tear her clothes, and pin her down for its own madness.

But the moment he grabbed the other's hair, he saw the arm, covered in dust and snow, suddenly shed flesh and blood. A sharp pain shot through him, but only lasted a moment, because his scalp and body followed suit, leaving only a bloody skeleton. He, and the person behind him, suffered the same fate. The mother, holding her child, wanted to thank the gods, but as she knelt to pray, she discovered an even greater despair—her child was dead.

Such scenes were playing out almost everywhere in the Old World at this time.

People could only scramble like headless flies into every place that seemed like a refuge from the gray snow.

They believed that was the source of the disaster.

In fact, they were right; the gray snow was indeed the source, but that was just a prelude to the beginning.

After the gray snow completely covered the earth, burying countless corpses.

Endless demons crawled up to the human world through the cracks and fissures.

Of course, you could also say they've finally returned to the real abyss!

After three eras of accumulation, the demons finally fulfilled their greatest wish—to completely invade the mortal world!

At this moment, the Old World had already completed its overlap with the Abyss amidst grand death and chaos!

Grab the ashen corpses, tear their flesh and bones apart, and let their blood bathe you.

He picked up the dead infants and swallowed them, letting their tender flesh soothe his insatiable hunger.

When they think of living mortals, after a moment of contemplation, they feel a deep sense of fear, which makes them feel more like the real demons.

Now is the devil's revelry.

And this is just the beginning.

Because with the overlap between the abyss and the mortal world, the truly powerful demons are only just entering the fray.

A blind demon forcibly tore open the door and broke into the human world.

A demon with its horns broken off burst through the mortal realm and manifested itself.

A demon with its tongue torn out crawled into the continent through the crack.

They were once jokingly called the incomplete generation, but now they are the only generation that has completely emerged from the abyss.

The beauty and sweetness of the present moment made them close their eyes and enjoy everything that was absolutely gorgeous.

After a brief moment of enjoyment, they loudly proclaimed to all the demons:

"Now is the time to feast!"

The evil that had lasted for three eras finally came to its bitter end.

Chapter 259 Humans and Demons (3k)

Even if that damned Constantine were to come again, there's no way to stop everything now.

This chaos and atrocities, entirely dominated by humankind, lasted for three eras.

The entire abyss has now overlapped with the old continent.

It can be said that the abyss at this moment is the Old World, and the Old World is the abyss!

Now, unless the primordial being who created everything awakens, no other being can stop everything.

Even the highest gods could not separate the old continent, which already belonged to the present world.

This is a better era than the so-called "devil's age" before.

Because they don't even need to open the door anymore.

Humanity itself dragged the entire Abyss into the mortal world!

This is something they themselves never imagined could be achieved.

They weren't even involved in this. At least not relative to the long period that lasted three eras. They really did absolutely nothing.

Humanity has accomplished all of this in an unbelievable way.

Digging their own grave.

This is the only description the demons could come up with.

"Go ahead, destroy everything you can see, and enjoy everything you can see!"

Incited by the demon lords, countless demons, upon ascending to the mortal realm, could no longer contain their restlessness and set off towards every place they could see.

The gray snow continued to fall.

But people no longer hide from the gray snow; they now hide from the demons that are almost everywhere!

What's interesting is that many demons find themselves unable to stop chasing humans.

It wasn't because they encountered fierce resistance; the only force still resisting on the Old Continent was the Honor Army. Nor was it because they had been driven out of the mortal realm; at this moment, the Old Continent was the abyss, was the mortal realm itself.

The only reason they stopped was because they saw an amazing masterpiece.

They saw houses built from human corpses, castles built from human bones, and mountains of humans piled up in cages, one by one.

They saw humans nailed to wooden planks and made into road signs; they saw women buried in the ground with only their genitals exposed; they saw humans made into various kinds of food.

They saw humans with their limbs cut off and teeth pulled out to be used as chamber pots; they saw humans tightly chained together to pull millstones; they saw 'human creations' that they had thought about for a long time but didn't know what they were for, yet they felt they were extremely blasphemous and chaotic.

Then, none of these masterpieces they saw were made by their demons.

Because of Constantine's closure, the demons, who had little opportunity to learn, finally witnessed the demons' actions.

These masterpieces became the greatest help to the survivors in their escape, as the demons could never get enough of them.

And he kept thinking about how he could create such a masterpiece.

But soon, more and more demons will sadly discover that they can only imitate, but not surpass.

Because their biggest thought about humans is to eat them, or to raise them and wait to eat them.

Rather than how to turn it into a chaotic and decadent aesthetic.

However, as time went by, and as the demons occupied one place after another.

These are discoveries made with complete peace of mind; as long as they carefully preserve their masterpieces, they will likely always have aesthetics to emulate.

Humans are truly evil!

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Because of those human aesthetics, whether they were left behind during those four days or before.

Therefore, the demons' attack speed was greatly slowed down.

Even so, Quintus and the honor guards continued to tighten their defenses.

It's not that the demons' attacks are too fierce; the demons aren't too keen on coming here anymore. They're busy collecting human aesthetics and chasing after humans who won't resist!

Quintus and his team repeatedly tightened their defensive lines because, even though they had been trying to maintain a stable base of support in the early stages, it could hardly be called a base of support.

Many slaves, incited by surrendered nobles and spontaneously formed cultists, attempted to kill honor guards and true warriors, sacrificing them to the demons in exchange for rewards and pardons.

This was not an isolated incident; it happened in many occupied territories.

Therefore, Quintus and his team could only retreat again and again.

They planned to rely on the protection of the memorial church for a final stand.

Meanwhile, at the memorial shrine, Miss Leda was busy treating the wounded.

As a superhuman through the puppet pathway, she still has many uses, although they have no effect on the overall situation.

But looking at everything before her, she couldn't just do nothing.

Finally, after a busy day, she found a chance to catch her breath during a break between shifts.

Looking at the gray snow still falling overhead and the earth beneath my feet, which, thanks to the protection of the memorial church, had not left a trace of ashes.

Leda was also a little confused.

She could escape back to the UN by committing suicide before the worst happens, and there she could live a good life.

But what about these people?

What about these real warriors and humans?

What are they going to do?

Although Quintus didn't say it explicitly, as a transmigrator and a superhuman, she knew that because the Old World had turned into the Abyss, the other continents had chosen to wait and see.

Or rather, the other gods chose to ignore it.

Leda had no idea what these truly important people were thinking.

But she knew they were the only ones who could save the people in front of her.

Now that they are all silent, who can save these poor people?

Although the witch said she would end it all, Leda really couldn't imagine how a witch who wasn't a god could end this nightmare, which even gods were powerless to stop.

In her confusion, Leda overheard these words:

"If Lord Augustus were still here."

This resonated with Leda.