When a man dies, he returns to nothing but darkness and nothingness.

The so-called hell does not exist at all.

As he walked through the obsidian arched door and stood on a strange land, the Glory One confirmed once again that this was the same strange place that Ignati had mastered, the inheritance of the High Priest of Hemtika, a different space from the outer world.

- Frankly, the view is not bad.

No lava, no brimstone, no monsters with teeth and claws.

It's just a city, a city that should be devoured by the deepest night.

Pandimannian.

Like two mirrored ends, the city that has disappeared from history is reappeared, and if it weren't for the ins and outs of everything through the stone tablets in the temple, you might think that the dead city it was in was just a nightmare, and that this is the only reality.

But Amy now knew that this was nothing more than a repetition of the old scene, nothing more than a false thing woven by a group of fallen souls on the basis of their endless desires.

When everything is lost, everything that is lost is desired.

Humans are such stupid things.

Thoughts passed through his mind, and the Glorious One gazed at the magnificent and vast city in front of him, and then took a step.

Immediately following –

Dozens of people streamed out of the open space in front of the city gates.

"Prepare for battle. ”

With a simple and clear order, Amy Ulysses walked unhurriedly towards the city gate, towards the group of neat and stubborn city guards.

Then with a "poof", draw the sword.

The silver sword light reflected the false dawn in the sky, and also reflected the plain face of the young man.

"The ...... of the Living"

"It's a living ......"

"Fresh living ......"

Almost as he approached, a terrifying change occurred—the city guards, who had been dutiful to their duties, all stopped what they were doing, and the faces under their helmets melted like wax figures in the heat, distorting into an indescribable chaos, and their original faces could not be seen at all.

"Kill him......"

"Kill them ......"

"Let them be as ...... as we are"

Greed, unbridled desire, beckons jealousy.

And then......

Things turned out beyond the Glory, who were the depraved souls of the city defenders who had been in charge of defending the city, scuffled in an altercation, completely ignoring the close proximity of him.

"This face is mine!"

"It's mine!"

"It's all mine!"

"Why should I give it to you—"

They began to kill each other in front of him, an outsider, this enemy, so that Amy didn't have to make any effort at all, and killed them all with a sword, like pressing a bed bug to death, without any real feeling.

The threat seems smaller than you think?

He couldn't help but think, but he didn't really underestimate this place, the kingdom built by the hands of the Demon King.

"Be careful. ”

Instead, he reminded his teammates behind him: "We are against a city. ”

Then he pushed open the hidden gates.

The noisy market, the crowds of people, the lively atmosphere of life.

- Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Everyone stood still like puppets, and the whole city fell silent for a moment.

Looking at them directly, looking at them with malice, everyone's faces began to dissolve like the first batch of city guards, and their facial features were distorted.

"A living man. ”

"Fresh living people. ”

"It's mine. ”

"It's mine. ”

The scene was detonated in an instant after the conversation with the city defense army, and the whole city was noisy and chaotic - those monsters who looked like people but not people were obviously of the same kind, and they had a common enemy, but because of a little selfish desire, they scuffled with each other and forgot about their group...... Intruders.

Looking at the somewhat strange and funny scene in front of her, Amy not only did not feel relaxed because she had avoided a bitter battle, but her mood became heavier at this time, and the cold feeling in her heart became stronger and stronger.

This is the kingdom of greed, the kingdom of greed, the hell of greed.

What an amazing demon king.

"Keep going. ”

Patrolling around with blue eyes, the Glorious One commanded—although it seemed that these corrupted souls corrupted by greed did not pose any threat to them, but this was a city of demon kings, and it was inhabited by one of the demon kings of the four directions, and he would not dare to give birth to any thoughts of underestimation.

So he swung his sword.

Without any hesitation or mercy, the silver-white sword light cut through all obstacles in front of him.

And then—

Squads of dozens of people rushed in.

The goal is clear.

- Pandimaninan Temple.

As a monster born from the heart of man, as the master of the city, Mammon will only be there, only in a place that is no longer sacred.

This is both a judgment based on common sense and a direction indicated by intuition.

But to get there...... It doesn't seem to be that easy.

After the initial chaos, the fallen souls whose minds were dominated by greed were finally consumed by greater greed.

"Catch them!"

"Kill them!"

"We can get ...... Freedom!"

The twisted, heterogeneous souls roared like a carnival, whistling and swarming from all sides, like fish surrounded by water, and there was nowhere to escape.

But there's no need to run away.

Kill, out, one, one, blood, road!

There was no verbal communication, only inadvertent eye contact, and then ...... Coincidentally, the heavy sword with a wide blade and thick ridge was unsheathed at the same time, and patches of pitch-black flowers bloomed with it.

It was blood, it was filth, and it was sin.

"Kill—"

At this point, there was no way out of the expedition, and the warbands of thirty or so men formed a battle formation under the command of the Glory, shielded each other's backs, and then ...... Like the whale horn warship in the storm of the sea, under the lapping of the raging waves of the fallen spirit, the wind and rain are shaky and crumbling, but even so, they have never retreated even once from beginning to end, bravely and even recklessly brave the wind and waves with the whale horns, overcome thorns and thorns, and fight their way out of the impossible.

Forward, forward, forward-

Straight forward, blindly forward, the fighters who are fighting on the front line completely forget what they are fighting for, they only see the enemy, as long as the depraved enemy who needs to be purified.

We are the ones who bear the sword, the one who holds the sword in the Lord.

The fighting spirit is rising, and the killing machine is overflowing.

There were swords and swords everywhere, and blood was dripping everywhere.

It was a massacre.

But the side that carried out the slaughter was in an overwhelming disadvantageous position—swallowed up by a constant stream of seemingly endless souls of degenerates, and could only move forward little by little, like ants dragging elephants.

It won't go on like this.

As the main force of the crusade against the Demon King, Amy and the members of the attack team are generally in the second line, so when dealing with the impact of monsters, he still has a certain amount of leisure to divide his energy to coordinate the battle situation and analyze the situation.

It's just that...... There is no need to analyze this situation.

Glance.

When the physical strength of human beings is finally exhausted, if they do not break through the blockade and encirclement of the degenerate as soon as possible, they will be consumed here sooner or later - but judging from the current deteriorating situation, with the current speed of a snail crawling and crawling, it is impossible to break through the encirclement of the outer three layers here, and it seems that waiting for them can only die of exhaustion?

This is, of course, just an illusion.

The Glorious is not out of the question, but ...... There is a slight price to pay.

"Charge—"

Dragged out the tone: "Chisel through them!"

Abandon the defense, attack, attack, attack!

He abandoned the conservative and defensive formation, and instead turned the team into a triangular pyramid style, and rushed to the front first, acting as the strongest and most stressful point of the triangular cone.

Then the situation was opened.

Crush them!

Despite consciously controlling the pace and taking on the most difficult tasks themselves, the rapid march of the already uneven ranks finally exposed the disadvantages of lack of training—the three people at the bottom of the group, due to a momentary negligence, fell behind and drowned in the sea of fallen spirits—with screams and wails, no one could be left to chance.

"Rush!"

Amy's face was not good, he was already very familiar with this mirror city dominated by greed through the map exchanged at the trading altar, but it was because of this familiarity that he realized ...... The so-called victory is still quite far from them.

It's at least three thousand meters away.

Hold on for at least four or five minutes.

- It's too long, and if you grow so long, you'll fall down more than the average person.

Therefore, he made a decision, swinging his sword to sweep away the enemy in front of him, while calling out the name of the person who could help at this time: "Kozmo." ”

Then, the boy who had been fighting for him with a knife gave a response.

There was no sound, and all they could feel was their suddenly relaxed bodies.

- Interference with gravity.

This is the ability of Kozmo's awakened stigma, and it is the reason why Amy would bring him.

But...... Not enough!

The loss of weight and the increase in speed did temporarily improve the situation they were facing, but the abilities of the reservist sword-wielders who had just implanted the stigmata were extremely unstable, and they couldn't hold out for long, even if they didn't take into account the overload—after only fifteen breaths, the weight was back on their bodies again.

This time, three fell.

Four, five, six...... As time goes on, the number of people continues to increase.

Finally, the majestic main body of the temple was close in sight, perhaps fearing the power of the demon king, or perhaps for some other reason, when they were about a hundred meters away from the temple, the fallen were unable to move forward - it was thanks to this that the cruel number of casualties was finally fixed at twenty-one, only thirteen, and nearly half of them were alive, although everyone was wounded.

"What should we do?"

Although no one spoke, the Glory One, who was in the center of sight, knew what he was going to do.

-- Of course, it is to shoulder the responsibility that should be shouldered.

"Keep going. ”

With a faint sigh, Amy Ulysses made a decision.