Chapter 465: I Will Attack Heaven

Yu Lin, someone's looking for you outside.

In the Civil Affairs Bureau's entertainment relaxation area, Amaterasu carried a plate of sliced celestial fruit, walked lightly to the side of Yu Lin, who was lying on a massage chair, fully focused on the big screen playing some kind of fighting game.

She placed the fruit plate on the small table beside it, slightly bowed, and reported softly.

"Hmm?" Yu Lin's hands kept moving, the character he controlled performed a gorgeous Combo that KO'd the opponent, the screen displayed "WIN", and he turned his head:

"Who?"

"From the aura, it's a being from Hell," Amaterasu answered succinctly.

"Oh, got it." Yu Lin understood, casually shoved the game controller into Amaterasu's hand, and stood up from the massage chair:

"You play for me first."

Amaterasu, somewhat surprised, took the still‑warm controller, looked at the countdown restarting on the screen, and nodded: "Alright."

She wasn't actually familiar with this kind of modern electronic game, but with her learning ability and reaction speed, picking it up wasn't hard.

Under her gaze, Yu Lin slipped on his slippers and leisurely walked out of the entertainment area, heading toward the well‑known chain coffee shop attached to the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau building.

Amaterasu withdrew her gaze, looked at the screen, tried pressing the buttons, and the character moved clumsily a bit.

"Satan..." she whispered the name in her mind, a hint of thought flashing in her eyes:

"He's looking for Yu Sang, what does he want…"

She couldn't fathom the Lord of Hell's purpose, could only temporarily suppress the question, focusing on the game before her, yet thought perhaps later she could find a chance to ask indirectly.

………….

Inside the coffee shop, soothing light music flowed.

By the window sat a young man with dazzling blond hair, his handsome features almost otherworldly.

He wore simple casual clothes, his posture elegant, standing out from the hurried urban white‑collar workers or Cultivators around him, yet oddly blended.

In front of him was a steaming cup of black coffee, which he did not drink, but watched the passing crowd outside with interest.

Yu Lin walked over and naturally sat on the chair opposite him.

"What do you want from me?" Yu Lin got straight to the point.

Only then did Satan lower his gaze, looked at Yu Lin, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth, and pushed the untouched coffee toward him:

"Want a drink first?"

Yu Lin glanced at the dark liquid, took it, and said:

"Thanks, I don't like coffee."

"I know, on purpose."

Satan took the coffee back, waved to the waiter: "A milk tea."

The waiter quickly came over.

"Give this gentleman a milk tea, extra pearls and coconut jelly, but don't make it like that eight‑treasure porridge you have."

Satan ordered familiarly, clearly well aware of Yu Lin's preferences.

"Much unnecessary."

Yu Lin looked at him helplessly, showing no interest in this childish trick:

"What exactly is it? Or are you just doing this to mess with me, coming all the way up here?"

"Of course not." Satan shook his head, and after the waiter left, he leaned slightly forward, lowered his voice, but his eyes sparkled with excitement:

"The Holy Son's side… you know everything, right?"

"How?" Yu Lin raised an eyebrow:

"This matter also involves your Hell? You want to take advantage?"

"No direct link, but I have an idea!" Satan's voice carried a hint of excitement:

"I will attack Heaven! This time, I will prove to God that I am the best, the strongest, the most suitable! So…"

He paused, ambition blazing in his eyes:

"So, I want to unite him! Unite that 'Sin Son'!"

"Oh, so that's it," Yu Lin nodded:

"Then he deals with the Holy Son, you… go after Michael?"

Satan's smug smile froze for a moment, then he slightly lifted his chin, showing a proud look that said "You don't get it": "Of course not!"

He extended his slender fingers, tapped the tabletop:

"We are seven demon kings—uh, counting that snake now, eight—we eight demon kings, together confronting Michael!"

Yu Lin: "……"

He looked at Satan's proud expression of "Eight versus one advantage is on my side" and was speechless for a moment.

"What are you so proud of? Didn't the seven demon kings previously also fail to beat Michael?"

"Now with an ancient snake added, you think you're good?"

Yu Lin tugged at his mouth corner, couldn't help asking the key question:

"How can you be so sure that the eight of you can now defeat Michael? Has he developed any problem?"

"Problem?" Satan's eyes flashed, from the channel: "Of course there is! That 'Sin Son' appearing is the biggest problem!"

"Since he wants to replace the Holy Son, it means he'll try to create something that can counter Michael!"

"Michael is the biggest obstacle in his plan!"

He leaned back against the chair, hands crossed on his knees, tone becoming firm: "And because that 'Sin Son' has a special 'identity'—he bears the sins that the Holy Son washes away for humanity, so in a certain sense and contract, he is deeply linked to the Holy Son, to the root of Heaven."

"Therefore, even if he 'demands' power from Michael, Michael, based on certain rules or restraints, may not be able to refuse!"

"Think about it! At that point, what will Michael face?"

"Besides the siege by our eight Hell demon kings, he may also have to confront another who possesses part of his power, perhaps even specifically designed to counter him!!!"

This is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity! Yu Lin!

Join my gang… uh, I mean my team! Let's join forces and storm Heaven together!!

Yu Lin: "……"

He silently picked up the milk tea the waiter had just brought, took a big gulp, letting the sweet flavor melt in his mouth before slowly exhaling.

"Nice try." Yu Lin set down the cup, his tone firm and unyielding:

I have no interest in getting involved in your Heaven-Hell grudges.

You guys fight it out yourselves; I'll just watch the excitement from the sidelines and eat some melon.

Satan heard this, the excitement in his eyes instantly dimmed, his face showing undisguised disappointment; he opened his mouth, as if wanting to persuade further.

However, Yu Lin then slowly added: "But……"

Satan immediately perked up his ears.

"By then, if you lose again, just like before you'll be strung up and beaten by Michael until your face is bruised and swollen, forcing you to flee back to Hell……"

I could step in, guaranteeing you can return to your Hell safely and with dignity.

How about that?

Yu Lin looked at him and showed a smile that said, "I'm being reasonable, right?"

Satan, after hearing it, likewise smiled.

Fine! That's about right—doesn't betray our friendship, so let's do it.

I'm leaving first.

Satan stood up, then naturally pointed at Yu Lin and gave the waiter a sly smile:

"He's paying the bill."

Having said that, his form turned into a phantom and faded away.

Yu Lin: ".........."

Even the mighty Lord of Hell is dodging the bill.