Indeed, in this game, Pride was giving off a feeling that seemed less and less human.
Within just a few dozen minutes, "Sin" had traveled through all eight cities, imprinting his majestic golden-masked image into everyone's hearts.
It was no longer just Gen City.
Everyone across all eight cities in this world now knew who he was, knew the prestige of the Saint Lord.
Wherever he passed, fanatics engaged in pilgrimage-like worship were everywhere, people gazing at him as if he were the only being capable of averting catastrophe in this apocalyptic world.
As for the Hell Envoys personally slain by Lu Ce himself, no one could even count the exact number anymore.
......
Qian City.
Returning once more to the city where it all began, yet the city now felt completely different.
Though only a few short hours had passed, it felt like they had experienced long, drawn-out years, as if witnessing scenes from two different eras.
The fiery red sun (the real Sun) in the sky had already begun sinking westward. Though still far from setting, its current position carried an unusually crimson hue.
The setting sun bled like blood, illuminating the already blood-soaked city, creating a scene straight out of a comic book.
BOOM!
At the location of the city's tallest building, the central tower, a massive, octopus-like Hell Envoy was slammed heavily onto its surface.
"ROAR!"
Its piercing howl revealed its current weakened state.
Its entire body was suppressed by Pride's overwhelming power, unable to move. This massive reinforced concrete structure should have been as fragile as paper before it.
But now, it had lost all strength to resist—this towering building had essentially become its coffin.
Countless hair-thin threads, seemingly infinite in length, extended from its body, piercing through large numbers of people throughout the city.
There were ordinary citizens, and even some of those lesser demons!
All the corpses attached to those threads were desiccated husks, their power completely drained by it.
These dried corpses floated in the air, restrained by the threads, like sacrificial offerings wandering the skies.
In its final moments, desperate for power, it no longer cared about anything else, indifferent to any life it could drain.
Completely disregarding friend or foe!
But now, it was still about to die, slain by this world's "god."
The golden greataxe was deeply embedded in its chest, pinning it firmly to that tower.
Purplish-black blood continuously flowed down from the upper part of the building like a bloody waterfall, blood droplets rapidly rolling down the glass windows in torrents.
Under the bloody sunlight, it emitted an eerie radiance, even appearing dazzling at first glance, crystalline like gemstones.
Yet, on the city streets, among the countless corpses and blood, crowds of devout people pressed together.
Every face showed either tears of anguish or joy at surviving calamity, but they all uniformly knelt along the long streets, hands pressed together in prayer toward that building.
They worshiped toward the Saint Lord standing before the demon's corpse, making pilgrimages, harboring hopes.
This scene froze in that instant, like some religion conducting a peculiar ritual.
And at that moment, golden energy currents madly converged, like rivers flowing into the sea, rushing toward the "Saint Lord" in the sky.
For a moment, even Perfect Life felt somewhat dazed. The golden light was so intense that he began doubting his own spiritually perceptive eyes.
And when he looked at "Sin" again, that sense of unfamiliarity and oppression became exceptionally strong at this moment.
All of them, because of the leaderboard, had reached the top ten before.
They had all undergone Divine Might Baptism, their life's hierarchical level clearly elevated, transcended. They naturally possessed suppressing abilities over ordinary people.
But now, Perfect Life distinctly felt that same suppression from the "Sin" before him!
Had he already reached the point where he could completely suppress him through aura alone!?
"What kind of power is that exactly..."
"Faith power?"
Hesitantly pondering to himself, Perfect Life gave the golden light he saw a name.
Regardless of what reputation "Sin" previously had in people's hearts, no matter how insane he seemed.
Now, he had truly become this world's god! A being gathering everyone's faith.
If he were considered a god at this moment, what kind of title would he have?
His mind couldn't help but wander, Perfect Life even starting to consider some irrelevant scenarios.
Moreover, from the first city seal until now, this was already the fifth sealed city.
Over on the other side, that guy called Jiang Yuan should be able to seal another one soon—timing-wise it should be about right.
Was that Death Messenger just allowing this? Was this game really going to be steamrolled this easily by "Sin"?
Thinking this, Perfect Life suddenly recalled what Blank had said earlier. Unable to resist, the Eight Trigrams in his hand began rotating again.
Let's calculate once more!
Before the building, Pride didn't linger long. After resting briefly, waiting for his injuries to heal, he approached the Hell Envoy.
Gripping his axe, he forcefully pried out the half beacon from its chest, simultaneously accompanying its death.
Jumping down from the building, he arrived at a crossroads flower bed, pressing the two combined beacon pieces firmly into place.
Another golden light shot up into the sky!
"Long live the Saint Lord!"
This time, no one needed to lead it, nor did anyone like Jiang Yuan need to speak up—the entire city's people shouted in unison.
Countless people uniformly bowed and knelt in worship, yet beside them lay their companions' corpses, some even on the verge of death themselves.
The faith within this scene lacked some sanctity, instead carrying more eeriness and even horror.
And in the air, Lu Ce displayed an extreme divinity—a powerful mercilessness, carrying a kind of contempt for the world.
Even the live stream chat for the game grew somewhat sparse.
[: This is kind of a terrifying scene.]
[: Even through the screen, I don't know why I don't dare say anything right now.]
[: This is the most god-like being I've ever seen, way stronger than that Death Messenger! Where did He go?]
......
Perfect Life completely understood the spectators' feelings. After all, even he was experiencing an unprecedented sense of oppression.
But perhaps it was for the best. With him like this, dealing with the Divine Messenger, hmm... hmm?
The Divination Signs had already emerged. Staring at the constantly shifting Eight Trigrams in his hand, Perfect Life was momentarily speechless with astonishment.
That chaotic, fifty-fifty divination had finally changed.
The "death" aspect belonging to "Sin" had grown stronger, overwhelming "life"!
It actually revealed at this moment—a sign of impending defeat!