A series of ssages, all of them bad news, were equivalent to having a line of text written across Pride's face at this mont.
—You are already dead!
[In the current ga, you are the last demon remaining, and there will be no reinforcents whatsoever.]
[Wishing you a pleasant ga~.]
At the very end, the ga quite humorously added this final sentence.
It felt like so kind of special irony.
The Death ssenger finally had absolute certainty of victory at this point, and that smug, gloating expression of soone petty gaining the upper hand was now clearly visible.
"Pleasant gaming."
"I told you, did you really think you could bear the causality of this world?"
She sneered coldly twice. Holding an absolute advantage, the Death ssenger wasn't in a hurry to attack. Instead, she began playing with her hair and started spouting nonsense.
"Originally, I didn't plan to defeat you using this thod, but I must admit, you are quite capable."
"So it has to be this way, then~."
Her expression was sowhere between a smile and a sneer. The Death ssenger even waved her hand toward the sky.
"By the way, there should still be quite a few people watching your stream right now."
"Consider this my thanks to you for serving as their cautionary tale."
"Hi~."
In Lu Ce's ga livestream, hundreds of millions of spectators saw this waving gesture.
[: No, I don't know why, but I feel sowhat looked down upon.]
[: Obviously! She's a Divine ssenger, how could she possibly look up to you?]
[: Is winning against "Sin" worth going this far? To be honest, this is just cheating. There's no competitive integrity whatsoever;
it's a guaranteed loss no matter what.]
[: Is there really anyone who still thinks this is just a competition?]
...
Although many people watching "Sin's" ga stream actually disliked him, the current situation still made everyone feel extrely displeased.
It felt like by crushing this strongest player, the ga had delivered a massive slap in the face to everyone.
"Saint Lord!"
At that mont, a very abrupt voice suddenly rang out—it was Jiang Yuan!
His outburst attracted the attention of all the New Saints and the Death ssenger.
And this form of address was directed at Pride.
"Saint Lord, please give your instructions for what cos next!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked. No one expected that at a ti like this, soone could still maintain such unwavering loyalty.
Even if it was blind loyalty, it seed remarkably precious under these circumstances.
"Heh heh, foolish. I am the Saint Lord. Has your brain been washed into stupidity?"
The Death ssenger sneered coldly, shook her head, and then raised a single hand.
"Slumbering angels, the final guardians of justice, resu your true forms!"
Instantly, all the demons who were previously still shrouded in a hazy light instantly cast off their veils.
Their previous demonic appearances were gone, replaced instead by angelic forms cast from the sa mold.
Standing about three ters tall, with a pair of pure white wings spread behind them, each held a longsword burning with holy flas and wore a helt on their face.
Whoosh!
The sound of wings flapping in perfect unison echoed as all the angels ascended into the sky simultaneously. The sky was instantly filled with figures!
They all looked down from their superior position at the figure shrouded in demonic energy standing at the very center of the ground below, as if preparing for a final collective judgnt.
"Hmm, this appearance is correct now." The Death ssenger nodded in satisfaction.
"Who is the Saint Lord is an inherent identity, determined by who one truly is! It is the collective choice of the world." Jiang Yuan declared sternly, his eyes looking as if they were about to drip blood.
"Since when has it beco a ga identity that can be changed at will?"
Jiang Yuan's stubborn voice echoed across the sky. This guy, whom Lu Ce himself wasn't very familiar with, was now displaying a bizarre obstinacy.
"Ha ha ha ha! The world's choice?" The Death ssenger suddenly burst into scornful laughter, as if she hadn't expected soone to provide her with such amusent at the final hour.
"Hmm, you presu yourself to be this world's final guardian, correct?"
"I will make you understand what this ga truly represents."
"Well then, let tell you a story."
Saying this, the Death ssenger cleared her throat, as if genuinely pondering a suitable story.
Then, an ethereal sound resonated within everyone's heart. It wasn't an audible sound, but a music that echoed directly in everyone's mind, seemingly capable of altering mories.
It made listeners feel dazed and disoriented.
Simultaneously, everyone across the eight cities fell silent, quietly listening to the divine palace lody resounding in their minds.
"Once upon a ti, there was such a beautiful and wonderful world where people lived in peace and prosperity, and the Saint Lord led the Saints to protect this land."
"But a self-righteous Devil King intruded upon this place, destroying everything and leaving only eight lonely cities and the remaining survivors."
"Furthermore, the Devil King defad the original Saints and Saint Lord, and deceived a portion of the Saints into genuinely believing he was the Saint Lord."
"And so, he sought to further completely dominate the world~."
The Death ssenger wasn't a skilled storyteller, but at this mont, concrete logic was entirely unnecessary. The sound resonating in every person's mind forcibly modified their mories and cognitive systems.
Everyone's expressions beca completely uniform at this mont—silent and unchanging, listening blankly like a bunch of clones.
"And so!" The Death ssenger's voice suddenly beca impassioned.
"Now, everything has co to light once more! I, as the Saint Lord, have returned!"
"And he!" As she spoke, she pointed at Pride. "Is that Devil King who stole the na of Saint Lord!"
"What should we do?!"
Her final roar jolted all the deluded people awake, their eyes wide with fury.
Yet it was unclear whether they had truly awakened or fallen into a deeper slumber.
But at this mont, shouts erupted once again, voices that shook heaven and earth, even more intense than the previous cries of 'Long live the Saint Lord'!
"Kill him!"
"Give us back our world!"
"Kill the Devil King! Long live the Saint Lord!"
In an instant, public sentint surged with fervor, and all narratives abruptly reversed.
The cheers that once elevated you to the divine altar often transform into even louder curses when you fall.
The Death ssenger nodded happily, quite satisfied with her handiwork.
The sky was densely packed with Judgnt Angels, filled with Saints radiating powerful auras, and occupied by the Death ssenger whose strength had soared.
And from the surrounding eight cities, uniform battle cries resounded, serving as the final crusade against the Devil King.
Looking around in all directions, even the phrase "besieged on all sides" couldn't fully capture the scene before them.
"Let be honest with you, brother." The Black Knight made a turn, braked, and pulled up beside Lu Ce. The mont it stopped, it couldn't help but voice its complaint.
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