Chapter 461: Limbo

Limbo.

Upon hearing this, the Garrison Saint was momentarily dazed, instinctively lifting his head to look at the sky. Within the phantom of the Heavenly City, majestic light rose and erupted.

The Pope, in his fury, spared nothing in releasing his divine power.

It turned into a giant hand shrouding the world, reaching out toward the mortal realm, but it missed the final opportunity. The speeding train gradually dimmed, like a bubble, passing through his palm and heading toward the deepest part of the dream.

Further and further away!

Amidst the infinite rainbow turbulence, that point of darkness had gradually emerged, rapidly expanding and enlarging, as if falling toward the earth, gradually filling the field of vision.

"Limbo, indeed."

Ji Jue stood in the power cabin, in the best viewing spot, gazing at the world gradually approaching, full of expectation.

The most evil place in the world, the final ending for rebels, the nightmare most feared by believers, the place where all heretics and sinners endure infinite suffering.

Burning, freezing, tearing, cutting, crushing, endless, until eternal damnation.

As the most chaotic and terrifying place in the entire Yellow Millet, its existence was independent of the world, yet it maintained a thousand threads of connection with it.

Ultimately, it became the final destination for those things that could not exist in the Divine Kingdom Paradise, or rather, things judged by the Holy God as unworthy of existing in His own realm.

As a trash can, a sewage outlet, and a purification mechanism, it was like a vortex in this world, making countless people turn pale at the mere mention of it.

Its mere existence was enough to make all rebels toss and turn in their sleep; just showing the infinite torture to be endured within was enough to make all overconfident heretics tremble with fear.

I'm afraid no matter who it was, it would be hard to imagine that one day, someone would actually jump into Limbo voluntarily, unable to wait, rushing toward destruction one after another.

But now, the newborn steel demons, the heretical minions chasing the demon fallen from the sky, were singing in unison. They pounded on the carriage tables, stomped on the floor, and the chaotic sounds gradually overlapped in one place, spreading like a heartbeat-like thunder, shouting impatiently.

"Limbo! Limbo! Limbo!!!"

Pairs of scarlet pupils were gradually illuminated by the light burned by the flames.

Oh God, today we will once again raise the banner of rebellion and heresy. If you want to cast us into hell, then we will trample hell under our feet!

We will take all of this into our hands!

And so, they sang, they laughed, shouting joyfully, calling out: "Limbo! Limbo! Limbo!!!"

There had been too much humiliation, too long a darkness, and too heavy an ordeal. Those nightmares had disappeared in the flames. Now, the moment for counterattack was about to arrive!

The train accelerated, sped, shook violently, and erupted with streams of crimson thunder, splitting the void, speeding forward, not shaken in the slightest by the pure darkness and the countless turbulence of the dream.

It charged straight toward the rapidly enlarging realm ahead.

Amidst infinite chaos and illusions, without any confusion, it chased closely!

Even with infinite angels chasing from behind, they couldn't touch it at all, and could only futilely and furiously taste the blood-colored mist sprayed from its whistle.

The Garrison Saint, at this moment, felt his scalp go numb and his hair stand on end.

He couldn't imagine, and even harder to understand...

The existence of Limbo was an absolute secret, an evil land and bitter prison sealed off by the Holy God outside the Divine Kingdom. Even they could only pass through fixed passages during the brief moments when the turbulence subsided, with harsh and short timing.

But now, why were these heretics so familiar with the path, able to find the location of Limbo?

Guessing blindly?

But it wasn't that easy!

In this void of chaos, even the Garrison had to be extremely careful. If he took one wrong step, he would crash into the foundation of the Paradise, yet someone was speeding and racing without any concern.

"Ahead, left! Left! Left again!!!"

The Old Man of Strange Tales had already started sweating, his pupils unfocused, staring fixedly at the compass in his hand that had turned into a small motor: "Accelerate, accelerate and charge through, quick, don't worry about—"

Boom!!!!

The train shook violently, as if it had hit something. It wasn't clear, but the giant face of the Saint Idra wailed, weeping blood endlessly.

It urged the thunder of Divine Punishment time and again to shatter the things blocking the way.

Further away, the aura of Limbo erupted!

"It's close, just a little more, steady—must stay steady—"

Bao Dacai could already feel it, the spirits of Strange Tale Alchemy calling out to him, guiding him to break through the fog and cross the final hurdle.

He had once said that everything must leave a trace.

When all things pass by and touch each other, they are bound to leave their own marks on the other.

From a physical perspective, this is a material exchange; for an Aether Chosen, this is the flow of phenomena.

Just as the Eye of Heaven Hall could find the location of the encampment through the traces of the rabbit holes, the same theory shouldn't be unusable for Bao Dacai.

Rather, thanks to the Eye of Heaven Hall's interference with the Divine Kingdom Paradise, which enhanced the traces left by the flow of phenomena, otherwise his work wouldn't have been this easy at all!

In fact, the Heavenly City's plans and strategies were, to a certain extent, sufficiently stable and solid, and their predictions and responses to the heretics were as comprehensive and rigorous as possible.

Unfortunately, laymen, after all, find it hard to understand the fine virtues of an artisan.

For example, the degree of wickedness of a certain Deep-Seated elite surnamed Ji, and for example, the ancient legacy of a certain successor of ancient alchemy—specifically referring to the habit of always stuffing a backdoor into one's own work...

No way around it, he was used to it; he didn't feel comfortable if he didn't stuff one, and he couldn't sleep if he didn't stuff one.

The more backdoors something has, the better it is. The better the thing is, the more it must be better for the artisan. Thus, for others, the thing is all the worse.

Whether it's the user or their enemies...

The key lies in the large amount of Exorcism Wedges given out as bargaining chips by Yu Shu when communicating with other rebel encampments these days.

They could temporarily remove the angels' divine power, causing them to return to their original appearance.

For any rebel encampment, such a creation was an absolute sharp weapon, a treasure that could save one's life when necessary.

Unfortunately, you are heart-to-heart with your brothers, but your brothers play mind games with you.

Bao Dacai had never mentioned that everyone who used an Exorcism Wedge would have a mark dyed into their soul, and even a tracker implanted that was almost integrated with their own spiritual quality and completely undetectable.

Relying on the resonance between spiritual qualities, Bao Dacai could easily grasp the movements of these people.

Even if they were cast into Limbo...

Yes, that's right. From the very beginning, Ji Jue had already chosen the way out for these 'brothers in distress'—if you don't merge when asked, don't unite when asked, only want the benefits but don't want to pay the price, and can't even come up with any supplies... If you aren't willing to pay to buy the product, then you can just become the product yourself.

No way around it, that's how our free stuff is.

Where in the world is there a free lunch?

Thanks to the Church's cooperation, under the threat of the Saint's Arrival Day, they began to clear out heretics by any means necessary...

And relying on one 'good brother' after another who had been cast into Limbo these days, the aggregation and resonance of a large number of marks were like lighthouses lit in the dark night, illuminating the path forward for Ji Jue and the others.

Finally, the lock was complete!

In that instant, the Old Man laughed wildly, suddenly pulling the lever to the lowest point, pressing down with his body, his face flushed, and the train's speed erupted again.

An operation bordering on self-destruction.

It almost turned into a flowing crimson thunder, smashing through the blockade outside Limbo with irresistible force, plunging straight into it.

Never to be seen again!

Terminal station, reached!

Seeing this scene, the Garrison Saint, in his futile rage, could only roar: "Chase, chase them for me! Also, notify the Heavenly City, open the passage quickly, deploy reinforcements, absolutely do not let Limbo have—"

He hadn't even had time to say the word "lost."

He heard the loud noise that rang through the chaotic void.

Boom!!!

That is...

Collapse!!!

It was like a messy mine shaft dug downward, caves and tunnels without any support, excavation without any exploration or overall planning.

When Ji Jue drove this shield tunneling machine and dug, dug, dug in the Holy God's little garden with a boom-boom-boom, this consequence was already destined.

Now, the cave-in caused by illegal mining and random digging had begun.

The entire Dream of Yellow Millet shook violently, massive amounts of illusory light erupted, stirring the chaos, and amidst the boiling, a raging storm was stirred up.

All the angels caught in it were thoroughly annihilated in an instant, without even a chance to wail.

Even the fixed passages could no longer be opened.

Under the chain collapse and vibration that had been prepared for, the link between Limbo and the present world had been temporarily severed—from now on, within three days, the entire Limbo would be left isolated and helpless, facing the ravages and destruction of the God's enemies!

One wrong step leads to another.

Under Ji Jue's careful guidance, from the moment the train started, there was no room for turning back.

And now, inside Limbo...

The true demon had descended!

When the shrill alarm sounded through Limbo, at the entrance at the highest point of Limbo, it was still chaotic and busy.

Between countless turbulent volcanoes and lava lakes, countless sinners and heretics were soaked in lava and flames, struggling hard, scrambling to crawl out, yet unable to cross that final line of distance.

Amidst burning and dissolving, they turned to ashes time and again, only to be reborn from the ashes.

In the end, they didn't even have the strength to wail, struggling futilely and numbly, giving up resistance. The only action was to crazily pull at the people beside them, wanting to step on their heads to gain a moment of brief respite before they were burned to ashes.

Seeing such scenes too often... one would truly get tired of it.

The Archangel guarding the entrance to Limbo sat on his huge chair, scratching his chin in boredom, with no motivation at all.

This damn place didn't even have wine; it was nothing but ash upon ash.

Even in the Heavenly City, the garrison and rotation of Limbo were an out-and-out bitter chore. The only people locked up with the prisoners were other prisoners, only they didn't have to suffer.

Perverts who like to watch people suffer are a minority after all, but even for a pervert, after ten years, they'd be sick of it. If it weren't for the fact that one rotation cycle could earn the gift of the Realm of Ultimate Bliss, I'm afraid not many people would be willing to come here.

Nowadays, aside from dealing with work, Homeni's biggest hope was watching the calendar, waiting for his rotation cycle to get closer day by day.

Two more years, and he could return to the Heavenly City from this ghost place.

Never coming back!

Even fighting against heretics would be better than this...

He yawned and glanced at the information in his hand: "Heretics again? A lot of heretics have been sent over recently."

The angel in front of the checkpoint nodded: "The Heavenly City has decided to go to war with the heretics. The scale of this battle is probably the largest in decades."

"Tsk, a pity..."

While Homeni felt an itch in his heart, he also felt a wave of regret. If not for this damn Limbo, how could he be trapped here watching others build their careers?

"Alright, no need to look."

He waved his hand with little interest, glancing at the heretical sinners chained together, wearing iron yokes.

Some were already crying and wailing, some had legs so weak they couldn't walk, some were shouting hoarsely, repeating over and over that they wanted to report and expose, that they had important information about the God's enemy Ji Jue, but no one cared.

And some were looking at him coldly.

Even now, that madness that seemed to want to devour people hadn't wavered or retreated in the slightest, full of hatred and loathing. Even if they only had broken teeth left, they wanted to bite through their throats.

"Quite a few tough bones this time."

Homeni sneered, "Someone, go prepare the welcome party, cast these heretics into the fire cellar, and burn them for three years first!"

He had seen too many.

As long as you burn them for a few years, even the toughest bones can be burned into soft dough. If that doesn't work, add a few years of stoning and blade punishment...

No matter how stubborn a heretic is, before long, they will turn into a fool who only drools, peeing themselves in fear when they see an angel, like a dog.

"I like young people with backbone."

He used his spear to lift that person's chin, grinning: "Don't let me down—"

Boom!!!

The moment the shrill alarm sounded, everyone was stunned for a moment, instinctively turning their heads to look at the Central Sanctuary, wondering what the hell was going on, but immediately after, they realized it was the highest-level alarm!

Unfortunately, it was too late.

At the very moment he turned his head, Homeni heard the loud noise coming from behind him.

The Copper Mountain collapsed, the Iron Wall crumbled.

Amidst an unprecedented loud noise, a huge hole suddenly appeared above the firmament, and immediately after, the ferocious train, bathed in thunder and flames, descended from the sky.

Boom!!!!!

The massive train, like a golden snake, wound forward, charging straight into the fortress at the entrance, piercing through, sliding, and after crushing Homeni's body, amidst the shrill sound of friction, it finally slowed to a stop.

After the violent shaking, everyone was dumbfounded.

Whether angels or heretics, they stared blankly, and then saw... a bald old man suddenly push open the window, lean out, and lower his head, yue-ing out.

He was carsick.

Immediately after, the carriage door opened.

Low footsteps sounded.

The sudden travelers walked slowly out of the darkness, stepping onto this cursed land.

"So this is Limbo?"

Ji Jue sniffed the scent of sulfur and ash drifting in the air, lifted his eyes, and looked at the volcanoes and lava in the distance, and even the figures stumbling and wandering in the wilderness, nodding involuntarily:

"The air is not bad, and the scenery is pleasant."

It's just a pity that no one responded.

Only the shrill sound of metal friction erupted one after another. Amidst the eruption of scorching gas, one gate after another swung open with a boom. In the darkness inside the train, pairs of scarlet pupils slowly lit up.

"Well then, the Hell Express has arrived at its final destination————Limbo."

Ji Jue said slowly with his hands behind his back: "Later, please have all passengers pack their luggage and get off the train in an orderly fashion. Please do not crowd or trample—"

Step!

The impatient Yan Fei had already pushed through the crowd, spreading his iron wings, speeding, and was the first to step on an angel who had raised his weapon, trampling the overconfident rebel into mud.

Blood splattered, almost landing on Ji Jue's trouser leg.

Subsequently, the sound of steel friction was endless. One after another, violent metal giants rushed out of the carriage, looking ferocious, swinging the weapons in their hands, scrambling to smash them toward the nearest enemy.

Loud noises continued, and the scene was devastated.

Ji Jue sighed, helpless: "Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything."

Amidst the shouts of killing, he looked around, feeling that someone was still missing, and then realized... on the special seat, that petite figure was fast asleep wearing an eye mask.

Well, there was a pile of empty bottles under her feet... after chugging them all, she still hadn't woken up.

I feel like the longer this damn wine is quit, the fiercer it is when drunk.

Drink less!

Forget it, let her sleep for a while... anyway, there's no rush.

Ji Jue sighed, looked left and right, walked through the crowd as if nothing was happening amidst the slaughter, stepped over corpses, climbed over a table, and sat on the luxurious chair in the very center, changing his posture and sitting comfortably.

Quietly watching.

The slaughter and shouts were endless, and the loud noise in the distance gradually approached.

In the very center of Limbo, within the towering and steep sanctuary, one brilliant figure after another rose into the air. The angel legions stationed here took to the air, speeding over in a swarm.

The terrifying scale was so mighty.

Filling the firmament.

And inside the hall, it had returned to deathly silence once again.

Those angels who had been torn apart were already scattered everywhere, the radiance of their divine power dim, devoured by the spears in the demons' hands. And the sinners who hadn't yet been punished were managed uniformly and stuffed into the train.

"Mr. Ji."

The burly metal demon returned covered in blood, bowing respectfully to ask for orders, "Do we need to temporarily avoid the sharp edge?"

"Sharp edge? Where is the sharp edge?"

Ji Jue laughed indifferently, waving his hand: "No need to avoid it. I am right here. As for the rest, I leave it to you all.

The moment of revenge has arrived, everyone. I have already handed this power to you. Now, everything I promised is right before your eyes.

Go tear off their wings, cut off their heads, take away their halos, and finally, throw them into the flames to burn, letting them experience what you once felt.

There is no peaceful death left for them, nor is there an ending.

This anger and revenge will continue until one of us is thoroughly burned to ashes—"

In that instant, the blood-stained demon grinned, bowed fanatically, and knelt on one knee:

"As you command."

Spear tips rubbed against the ground, iron wings collided with iron wings, steel crossed steel. In the pool of blood, a wild wind rose. Amidst the eruption of scorching fierce light, the metal demons took to the air.

Holding spears and lances, turning into iron, their heads and horns ferocious.

They charged toward that overwhelming flood without hesitation!

In the hall that had returned to silence, aside from the continuous sound of collapse, there was only the painful groaning coming from under Ji Jue's feet.

In the mud, the broken Archangel struggled to be reborn, groaning blankly, instinctively shouting to ask what had happened.

But when he looked up, he saw a pair of pitch-black pupils examining him.

"Shh——————"

Ji Jue raised a hand to his lips, a friendly reminder.

But that smile left Homeni completely dazed and blank. He turned his head, only to see the broken wreckage in the pool of blood, his subordinates desperately wriggling after losing their divine power, shouting silently, wailing, but unable to make a sound.

"You, you actually..."

Homeni's pupils trembled and dilated, almost screaming.

"Hello there."

Ji Jue slowly extended his hand, pressing it onto that twisted, terrified face, and finally, said a warm goodbye: "Welcome to Limbo."

Pop!

A gust of wind blew, and the Archangel turned to dust.

Only the rustling dust fell into the blood, dyeing it gray and black.

At this moment, on the throne, Ji Jue lifted his head, admiring the earth burning with flames in the distance, the firmament filled with slaughter and struggle, and everything else, laughing happily.

Welcome to my Limbo!