Chapter 1119: Chapter 70: I Was Just Pretending to Play Along With You Earlier

There is a kind of madness where you are delirious, and in others’ eyes, you’re a lunatic.

There is a kind of madness where you are clear-headed, yet still a lunatic in others’ eyes.

In the instant the eight stone tablets lit up, all surrounding space was sealed, and the crisscrossed world before them paused instantly.

Wang Yunxiao reversed his halberd, thrusting it behind him.

A heartrending scream emanated from behind.

But when he turned around, all he saw were a few shattered feathers falling to the ground.

Solomon set up a complex labyrinth of time and space for him, and within this labyrinth, there were also creatures that could obscure perception, causing illusions.

It hid in the dark, eyes wide, staring fixedly at the vulnerabilities in Wang Yunxiao’s soul.

As soon as Wang Yunxiao showed a hint of weakness or compromise, it would capitalize on it, pouring in the filthiest malice.

The cries and wails of the innocent echoed repeatedly in Wang Yunxiao’s ears, accusing his brutality, spurning his hypocrisy, and cursing his madness. That sharp voice seemed as if he had already become the butcher of a city, a criminal beyond redemption.

Malice pounded on the dam of his will like waves upon waves.

“Aren’t you afraid of death?”

Wang Yunxiao stood amid the stone tablets, asking in a grave tone.

His voice was low, but he knew the other side could definitely hear.

The opponent was not a warrior known for strength; at the moment the tablets rose, he failed to dodge and was hit by Wang Yunxiao.

Wang Yunxiao had great confidence in his lethality.

Even if the opponent wasn’t dead, he was at least severely injured.

“I don’t dare to exert myself too much because this is my home. You? Persistently entangling me like this, have you considered the possibility of your own death?”

The opponent remained silent.

But Wang Yunxiao felt its hesitation.

As the saying goes, Y’s wife and daughter laugh for joy, wife and daughter of Y, so what?

If you are blessed with the fortune of a high-dimensional narrator, no matter the waves you cause, you won’t die. Even if blasted to pieces, you can reconstruct your body in two seconds through my pondering power. Death is merely a banishment back to the subspace, and in eight days you’d be back lively in the real world… then I’ve said nothing.

This did not specifically hint at a particular nail-loving butcher enthusiast.

The cries and wails beside Wang Yunxiao’s ears came to a halt.

In ancient mythologies, demons cannot be killed, only banished.

Yet the myth contains plenty of things that couldn’t be killed, and we’ve seen hardly any last until now.

This isn’t their turf; their rules don’t apply here.

Tianmen City, this pearl standing on the northern coastline of the Far East Empire, has already buried many demons, including self-proclaimed lords and monarchs…

Some demons, like Mephisto, managed to escape because they’ve cunningly prepared an escape route in advance.

Do you have an escape route?

Lies cannot cause harm; only truth can break defenses.

“Of course, what I say is not out of sympathy or pity for you, nor wanting to negotiate any terms.”

Wang Yunxiao shrugged and said, “To be honest, I’m just buying time.”

“I’m waiting for reinforcements, what are you waiting for?”

The sacred song resounded from beyond the sky, beams of light tearing through the fog.

After the disbandment and reorganization of Qianjin Church, many battle nuns trained within the Church transferred to the Special Service Bureau’s ranks. Although these nuns didn’t cultivate the Twelve Laws system, their professionalism in fighting demons was undoubted.

A tactical squad, guarding the choir, entered the battlefield. The pure maidens raised their hammers, chanting the Holy Poems in sync with the hammering rhythm.

The purifying power contained in their song spread, and the red streaks in the eyes of the frightened fleeing innocents vanished quietly.

It was not Wang Yunxiao who was possessed but those civilians manipulated into puppets by the demons in the dark.

It used civilians as hostages and meat shields, blocking Wang Yunxiao’s path; every attack he launched bore a high chance of harming these innocents, and then the souls of the tragic dead would entwine him, accusing his crimes, torturing his mind.

This has always been the case.

Demons love to shift their own guilt onto others and then use it to morally blackmail the righteous.

“Actually, I could always see you.”

Wang Yunxiao swung his long halberd, bringing it down heavily.

“Just now, I was acting.”

The blade cut through the fog in front, the spear tip piercing the demon’s body, pinning it against the stone tablet.

It was a gray pigeon.

Among the seventy-two demon gods, the one named Shax, possessing the ability to obscure the seven senses, adept at stealing treasures.

Summoned by Solomon, trying to obstruct the steps of Blood Slaughter’s pursuit.

Even among demon gods, there are differences in strength.

It clearly wasn’t strong enough and wasn’t particularly clever.

It originally had a chance to escape, but after Yan Yu’an arrived, it completely lost that opportunity.

Yet it didn’t realize, thinking it could rely on its little tricks to fool the seemingly irrational berserk warrior in front of it, just like thousands of years ago, playing with those Damascus nomadic tribes.

With one strike, the demon god was slain, and the path before Wang Yunxiao became unimpeded. The earth of the real world beneath his feet turned to nothingness, following the guidance of his killing intent, the blood-colored mecha turned into a meteor, piercing through layers of dimensional barriers, heading straight for Solomon’s final hiding place.

Beneath the pitch-black sky, on the vast earth, a vast and prosperous city was blazing fiercely.

It was the everlasting karmic fire used to punish sinners, once ignited, it could not be extinguished.

Wang Yunxiao landed steadily, the heavy steps of the mecha stirring up dust mixed with bone ashes.

Above the city gate in front, the city’s name was inscribed in ancient characters… though even if it wasn’t that ancient, Wang Yunxiao might not have been able to understand.

The battle had long been underway.

Having initiated this conflict, he had arrived a step late because of restraint.

Sensing something, Wang Yunxiao looked up, and Chu Jiang, with a white body and red tail, descended gracefully. Despite its massive form, it appeared extraordinarily agile and light in the air.

The crimson mist fluttered without wind, the surrounding corpses, smoke, and karmic fire making way.

“Sodom…”

Chu Jiang recited the true name of the city. Although it was inscribed in ancient Hebrew, which was difficult for most to recognize, this city’s fame in Western religious mythology was such that even a half-witted guess would yield some accuracy.

If it’s not Sodom, then it’s Gomorrah; anyway, they share the same art style.

“Great-great-great-granddaughter, what is Sodom?”

Xu Huange curiously asked in a low voice.

“A hellish place where you can’t find ten normal people in a city.”

Chu Jiang thought for a moment, then added, “The things inside aren’t suitable for minors.”

“Wow—”

Hearing her say this, Xu Huange became even more curious.