Beelzebub's expression froze.

After a brief moment of surprise, Lilith thought for a moment and said seriously.

"Have fun in hell."

Bang--

With a soft click, she pulled the trigger.

The light from the chandelier fell on her face, casting soft shadows. Lilith's breathing was steady; she looked so calm and elegant, as if carefree, without a trace of anger or despair.

At this moment, only the absurd reality transforms into a soul-capturing bullet, carrying the radiance of calamity, fleeting and easily tearing apart all obstacles in front of it.

Immediately afterwards, blood and brain matter gushed out, staining everyone's vision red.

In the suffocating silence, Beelzebub fell backward to the ground, and at the same instant, his body burst into flames.

The flames seemed to burst forth suddenly from the air. Unlike ordinary fire, this fire was as thick as liquid, and it would burn fiercely anything it touched.

He Yu had heard people describe the scene of burning palaces in ancient times. There must be some similarities between the two. The center of the flames was an extremely conspicuous dark red, and the edges were as bright as the glow of the sunset. It was as if the creator had tried to design a visual effect that would look good when it burned. Of course, the power was also great.

Seeing this scene up close, it was as if a palace of fire had truly fallen, engulfing everything and illuminating the dark, filthy stage, revealing large swaths of blood.

It's so captivating that you can't take your eyes off it.

Crimson flames rose upwards, illuminating the dome of the hall and adding a blood-red hue to the golden edge, reflecting off the floor tiles like a totem.

The flames grew increasingly intense, as if the surroundings were an abyss. At that moment, the abyss turned upside down, boiling and wildly spewing out its pain.

Lilith took a step back, looked up and carefully examined the scorching spectacle. The destructive red reflected in her eyes made her want to laugh.

She always liked to laugh, but in this glance, her smile was no longer as radiant as it had been a few years ago. It was pure happiness, but it also carried the chilling aura of death. He Yu thought that this almost self-destructive joy was entirely for revenge.

"Some people should be sacrificed in order to reshape the plan."

In retrospect, this statement is clearly incomplete. Beelzebub certainly did not expect his death to be so comical, so... hasty, yet so preordained.

Regardless of who those sacrificers were, they occupied an extremely high position in the city's food chain.

They blindly offered sacrifices with utmost sincerity, just like all the "fools," driven mad by their so-called gods and willing to pay any price.

Now, God has killed God, and all will perish with him.

Lilith suddenly remembered that a few days ago, the banquet hall was always playing special programs from the play, discussing the characters and the inevitability of reality. The host was called Connorson, who was also dead, but his lines sounded very good, making the program cheerful and exciting, making people want to go out and kill a few people.

And that's what she did.

That's how people are here. You have to follow the general trend. Those who don't understand this principle have long since become corpses and been thrown into the darkness.

It was Beelzebub who said this.

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this.” She walked inside, and everyone around her stepped back, not knowing what else to do: “The whole of Jerusalem has gone mad. Nothing has changed from decades ago until now.”

“What is the reason?” Lilith picked up a champagne glass and tapped it slowly. “You see, the more people die, the more absurd this city becomes.”

They found that they didn't really want to know, because it must be an unbelievable number that made you realize how high you are in the social hierarchy, yet there are also people who can crush you into the gutter.

“You call the massacre ‘theatrical marketing,’ the sacrifice ‘the process of creating a god,’ and now this is called a ‘reconstruction plan,’” she said. “Perhaps nothing is more valuable than creating a god. Look at the kind of people who died under that altar.”

The future ruler of Jerusalem stood before the flames, his calm masking a madness.

"And then some fools think," Lilith said with a helpless expression, "that by sacrificing a god to a vast corporation, sins can be cleansed and everyone can be reborn?"

Even though it was very hot here, they got goosebumps all over.

She tossed the champagne glass aside; it flew through the air in an arc before disappearing into the scorching heat. Such clutter was not permitted in the abode of God.

Lilith turned her head and gave them a smile as bright and crazy as the world itself.

She said, "Pandora always thought I was compliant. That silly girl thought she knew everything and tried to rebel, but it was all in vain. She's just a useless piece of trash."

“And I… have come up with a brilliant idea: you all die, and God and his followers fall into hell together. Wouldn’t that be even more perfect?”

A bolt of lightning flashed across the gloomy sky, tearing apart layers of clouds, and a deep, warning rumble of thunder shook the entire banquet.

Under the flash of lightning, countless crimson heads emerged from the surrounding darkness, their empty eyes staring out like a scene from a nightmare.

"Aren't you going to eat anything?" He Yu ignored the monsters, but was completely captivated by a plate of mung bean cakes, constantly stuffing them into his mouth.

Bamke turned and glared at him, as if he had picked up the wrong script.

The next second, they heard the sound of a light bulb breaking.

A tall, mutated creature fell from the ceiling and rushed towards him. He Yu couldn't free his hands, so he grabbed the kitchen knife on the table with his left hand and slashed it horizontally.

The evolved monster had extremely strong self-healing abilities, yet it almost chopped off its entire head in one go. It's hard to imagine that it was done with an ordinary dinner knife.

Another scarlet ghost lurking in the shadows lunged at him. Bamke grabbed its head and twisted away the claws that were thrusting from behind. Its sharp teeth were only centimeters from his face. He showed no emotion and fired several shots behind him without turning his head.

Flesh and bone exploded instantly, bursting into a rain of blood that splattered across the wall. Then, with a burst of strength from his wrist, another black and red head rolled to the floor.

Blood and ash splattered everywhere, and large pieces of flesh and organs clung to the walls and dome, resembling an abstract painting whose value could not be rated.

Several monsters had already crowded into the hall, each over three meters tall, standing on two legs, more humanoid in appearance, and extremely powerful.

To be precise, most of the modified creatures crawled in.

He Yu finished his last glass of wine and looked up at the gruesome bodies. They clung to the walls and the dome, quietly crawling into the room. Lilith was standing in the center; it was a scene straight out of a horror movie.

This was like a signal, and countless gunshots rang out simultaneously.