Chapter 187

At this moment, God sits on his throne, and evil spirits rebel against him.

Countless interlocking chains shot out throughout the church, and Christen moved through them, cutting down everything in his way.

His speed and strength were constantly increasing, recklessly seeking power from the demonic seal.

At this moment, even time could be briefly reversed. The world froze the instant he was pierced by the spear, as the spear grazed past his body.

Distance and space have become mere concepts; a hundred meters is but a fleeting moment, while even a short distance can be vastly different.

Crison hurled the twisted spear in his hand; it was a weapon he had obtained at the cost of his own limbs, trading agility for a weapon powerful enough to break through defenses.

The chains were snapped open before they even made contact. To be precise, they weren't snapped open, but rather it was as if someone had sliced ​​them open with a blade in an instant, and the chains that were holding the giant beast were cut open in a flash.

The judge threw the short sword in his hand. The two weapons, which were completely different in size, burst out with the same power when they made contact and were both bounced off.

Krisen caught his spear in mid-air, but was unable to neutralize the force of the object and fell back to the ground. After bouncing up, the interlocking chains from all directions once again bound it.

"Why did you do this?" the judge asked softly. "Were you close to that girl?"

He doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand.

Even now, Spider-Man's mind is pure; he only wants to protect someone. There are no other reasons.

Such a person is hard to find anywhere in the world, let alone a monster who eats raw meat and drinks blood. Even wild beasts are more docile and controllable than this creature. Yet he is clean, so clean that it is pathetic, because he is not even human, but humans are not even as good as him.

"Then why did you kill her? What did she do to you that was intolerable?" the little spider shouted back. "You represent God, right? Shouldn't you be more magnanimous? At least give a child the right to live! Is that so hard for you?"

He kept repeating the word "battle" over and over again.

Never before had Spider-Man wished so much that he could be stronger. If he could become stronger, perhaps he could change even more things.

He is now strong enough; looking across the entire world, he has reached the pinnacle of demons. As the Demon King, he has already reached the limit of what he can achieve.

However, he was still repeatedly pulled away. The little spider, who was seriously judging, even had difficulty getting close. It could cause him effective damage at any time, but even now, he had never really hurt it.

He coughed up large amounts of blood, and his whole body was covered in wounds. Even if he could fully recover in the next moment, the damage he suffered was real.

Gradually becoming numb, the little spider thought, he had lost track of how much time had passed, he was just repeating the cycle of attacking, recovering, and trying to accept the fact that he was powerless.

The backlash came one after another when his will was weak. At some point, he felt as if he were in a white garden.

Chris looked around in confusion. The sky was a hazy white, and the ground was covered with white flowers.

In reality, he slowly stood up, and a black aura suddenly burst forth from his body, transforming into countless sharp blades and chains clashing together.

He felt a bit unreal, as if everything he had experienced before was fake, and that he had just had a beautiful dream.

It was all just a dream. I may have died a long, long time ago, or I may never have ever been alive.

He slowly knelt on the ground, looking at the flowers.

He parted the white flowers and silently looked at the pile of corpses below.

Wherever the white flowers were seen, corpses lay strewn across the fields.

The little spider was unmoved; it simply knelt on the ground and looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, I felt very unreal, both about my being alive and about what I was doing.

He turned his head and looked at the girl standing behind him.

Although she couldn't see the face clearly, she knew it was Deedris.

It seems that only this one thing is true: a girl is waiting for him to come back.

But now I'm getting further and further away from her.

So far away, it seems like it's on the edge of the world.

In reality, I'm not far from her; I can go back anytime I want.

It's only a minute away.

But if I continue like this, I could die at any moment.

Someone is waiting for him, waiting for him to go back.

If I were to die here, it would indeed seem like I would be letting down the people who were waiting for me.

The little spider turned around and waved at her.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, turning back to say goodbye to the person he had let down.

He's a paranoid and arrogant guy; spending the rest of your life with someone like that is unlikely to end well.

In reality, he once again wielded a spear, a massive flow of magic gathering within the weapon in his hand.

Although the reason was unclear, the little spider had to hold this guy off. He thought to himself, because it was a child, and that child shouldn't have died so young.

Do we need any more reasons? If one day even protecting children requires a reason, the world will be in chaos and utterly corrupt.

The judge looked at the man and sighed softly.

"This is your last chance. If you turn back now, I will protect you." He spoke slowly and deliberately, rising to his feet. The throne behind him cracked open, revealing a skull that gleamed with golden light.

He raised his hand, and the short sword in his hand transformed into a giant cross. The book flew out of his hand, unfolded in the air, and incomprehensible incantations spewed from his mouth.

"I'll say it one last time, guys like you disgust me." Spider-Man said, each word distinct, his grip on the spear beginning to crumble.

He suffered the backlash, his body deforming as it collapsed.

He had become a monster, something deserving of hatred. He had become someone the world would fear.

It was all just to protect a child.

When Ark first met this guy, he was just as stubborn, protecting the two poisoned children and refusing to let them pass.

In the end, he failed to protect the children; both children died, and there was no way to save the two weak and poisoned children.

But this time was different; until now, he has indeed held back this noble saint.

The burst of magical energy and holy power surged through the church. He charged once more. In this church of God, bells rang, and angels sang mournfully. Black and gold intertwined and mingled, now chaotic yet inseparable.

......

Lori lay on the ground looking at the sky.

It is red.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at the sky again.

It is yellow.

The blood has partially obscured the eyes, so it looks a bit off.

What time is it now?

She gazed at the sun, lost in thought.

It might be in the afternoon; it'll probably be some time before evening.

It gets even more chaotic here at night, and she needs to find somewhere to stay.

But in this vast world, there is no place for her.

This place is so vast, yet there isn't even a place where a child could live.

She tried to stand up, but couldn't because both her legs were covered in wounds.

In the Chaotic Realm, wounds will decay and, if not treated in time, will turn into monsters.

This rule is invalid for her, because she is the largest monster in the world. As a demon god, she cannot possibly become a low-level monster.

It will just hurt, it will hurt a lot. Because she is injured, and when you are injured, you will feel pain; nothing makes more sense than that.

She groaned and rolled on the ground.

It hurts so much, it really hurts.

She fell on the ground again and again, which is why she got all sorts of injuries.

There was no medicine, no food, and no home.

But she's still alive, and even now, she's lucky. For her, as long as she's alive, she's fortunate.

Lori slowly got up and then knelt on the ground.

This is so that I can see the world properly.

It was desolate; there wasn't even a monster in sight.

They all ran away in fear; these mentally challenged creatures could only feel utterly uncontrollable terror.

In the beginning, it was the same. I was in a desolate place with no end in sight, with no monsters, no enemies, and no friends.

Only myself.

I am the only one in this world.

It's as if I've been having a very long dream for a long time, and many things never happened.

She had never met Karl, he had not taken her in, and there was no group of kind people to protect her.

Why shouldn't she use her power? She thought to herself, but inexplicably, she just felt she couldn't.

She stood up, enduring the pain.

Pain, hunger, exhaustion.

She didn't know how long she could endure it; she wanted to find a warm place, a warm home.

Just like the home she had not long ago, only that kind of home could give her peace of mind.

But I really don't know if I have the right to find a place to take me in again.

I don't know how far I ran, I just know that I can keep walking in this direction, and as long as I keep walking, I will reach a place called the Land of the Dead.

Only a place like this can truly accept you.

She didn't know exactly how far it was, and she walked slowly, dragging her tired body.

From this moment on, I am completely alone.

She tried to forget what had happened before; those useless memories were unnecessary for her. Now, in order to survive, she needed new knowledge.

Lori's ears twitched as the sounds around her entered them.

She just pretended not to know anything. Her only skill was hearing, because if she couldn't hear, she wouldn't be able to avoid even the smallest danger.

So she could always hear them talking about her, whether it was normal conversation or whispering.

She understood that she was a demon god, and that the demons needed her to become king in order to take revenge on humanity.

Lori just didn't want to do that.

She would rather be an incompetent person, so that everything in the world would be better.

Ultimately, why did I become a demon god? What did that great demon god see in me?

At this moment, the adjudicator looked at the man in front of him with a strange expression.

He swayed, thinking that he might still be able to move.

"Hey, you shouldn't have died so easily."

The judge panicked; he truly hadn't expected such a powerful person to disappear so easily.

Judging from what we just saw, this child is blessed with benevolence and also possesses a powerful demonic seal; he himself is a demon king.

He shouldn't have been so easily defeated, and in the end, he did indeed use a powerful attack.

So he returned the favor with an attack of holy magic, without resorting to weapons of the rules, and had no intention of killing him.

He was a good boy; he shouldn't have died.

Krissen knelt on the ground. Unlike Bai, who died cleanly and peacefully, he died like a monster.

It was like a demon lying on the ground.

The reason it hasn't completely dissipated yet is simply because it helped seal off the surrounding space. By using its abilities, it was able to preserve the child's final appearance.

"Haha, I'm so happy to see you in such a sorry state." The Benevolent One appeared out of nowhere, patting the Arbiter's head and laughing, "How does it feel to be held back by an ordinary little demon king? That kid is strong, isn't he? Or is it that you, as a junior, are too weak due to lack of cultivation?"

"Was this your doing?" The Arbiter realized something and glared at it menacingly.

"How scary!" Ren'ai pretended to be frightened. "Are you really that concerned about his life or death?"

The adjudicator remained silent, merely observing her indifferent expression.

"We're here only to carry out the mission the church gave us," the Arbitrator said, his voice laced with anger. "We shouldn't harm those who haven't affected us."

"You have the least right to say that. Just because you didn't like it, you killed a child I loved very much. I haven't even figured out how to settle the score with you yet." The benevolent one spoke with the purest smile, uttering a vicious threat: "Watch out for the tea I serve you. I can't guarantee it won't contain poison that can dissolve bones."

But after a while, she shrugged and looked at the guy who looked like he wanted to kill her.

“It’s not me. On the contrary, I would rather he cause you more trouble.” The benevolent man shook his head and said, “I shouldn’t have placed too much hope in him.”

"Then why did he die?"

“I don’t know, I’m still wondering too. He’s always been in my domain, my abilities have always been active, he shouldn’t be dead.” The Benevolent One shook his head and said, “I find it strange, he shouldn’t be dead. Although I didn’t expect him to live, his death is a failure of my abilities.”

The adjudicator fell silent, and after a long, long time, he sighed softly.

Perhaps it was because so many people had expectations of him that, among those present, he was the most ordinary and common monster.

But that's good, at least he can rest now.