87: Welcome to my hell

Chen Mo's voice traveled through the airwaves, reaching every corner of the city.

Inside the armored vehicle, Zhao Dahai was covered in goosebumps.

Looking at the elegant yet cruel smile on Chen Mo's face, he felt a wave of icy coldness rush straight from his tailbone to the crown of his head.

Su Qingxue held his hand; it was icy cold, yet contained a terrifying power that was actively reshaping the world.

"This devil doesn't have a demonic face or three heads and six arms."

Chen Mo's voice was soft, like a lover's whisper, yet it possessed a demonic charm that made even the soul tremble.

"He is handsome and elegant, just like the nobles you see in films."

"He promised you a brave new world."

"A world without pain or sin, only purity and light."

On the road, the swaying human wall gradually stabilized.

Expressions of yearning appeared on their numb faces.

Yes, that was the reason they followed "God."

"But."

Chen Mo suddenly shifted his tone, his voice laced with icy mockery.

"Have you ever wondered why the path to heaven needs to be paved with blood and lies?"

"Because what he promised you is not heaven at all."

"It's hell."

"A place more terrifying than any hell you could possibly imagine."

"You don't believe me?"

Chen Mo smiled.

"Because you haven't been there."

"But I..."

"I have."

Boom!

This single sentence detonated like an invisible bomb high above the entire city!

"Just one hour ago, I died."

Chen Mo's voice calmly narrated the most terrifying fact.

"My heart stopped beating, and my soul left my body."

"I went to that 'brave new world' your 'God' prepared for you."

"Do you want to know what I saw?"

The entire city fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone held their breath.

"There is no light there, only a viscous, all-consuming darkness."

"There is no rebirth there, only eternal, repeating despair."

"I saw them."

Chen Mo's voice became faint and distant, as if it truly came from another world.

"I saw the girl who died ten years ago in the 'Campus Female Corpse Case.' Her soul was entangled by an invisible piano wire, repeating the agony of being strangled over and over again."

"I saw the women who were dismembered seven years ago by the 'butcher of the rainy night.' Their shattered souls are still frantically searching for their lost bodies."

"I saw the internet celebrity you voted to kill, and the star you cyberbullied into suicide."

"Their souls, twisted by your malice and curses, have become clusters of restless, vengeful spirits."

"They are there, in that so-called 'new world,' waiting for you."

"Waiting for you to taste the same eternal suffering as them!"

Fear!

Like a virus, it began to spread through the crowd!

Expressions of terror appeared on the faces of some people!

The green light in their eyes began to flicker violently!

"You think you are believers?"

Chen Mo's voice suddenly rose, like a cold knife tearing apart their final illusion!

"No!"

"You are sacrifices!"

"Look at your eyes!"

"That green light is not a gift from God! It is the devil's brand! It is the inspection stamp placed on pork!"

"Your souls are being corroded and stained by that light, little by little!"

"When that door opens, you will be the first batch of food dragged inside!"

"Your bodies will become mindless puppets, remaining in this world to spread the gospel for your 'God.'"

"And your souls, your consciousness, all your joys and sorrows..."

"Will all become an insignificant, wailing brick in that hell!"

"Ah—!"

In the crowd, a young girl suddenly let out a heart-rending scream!

She covered her eyes, rolling on the ground as if she were insane!

"I don't want to! I don't want to become a brick!"

Her scream, like a spark, instantly ignited the entire prairie!

"Devil! He is the Devil!"

"Help! I don't want to die!"

"My eyes! This light is burning my soul!"

Panic, like a black plague, erupted completely!

The human wall composed of piety and numbness crumbled at this moment!

People, like a swarm of startled, headless flies, began to flee frantically!

They pushed, shoved, trampled, and screamed.

Everyone wanted to be as far away as possible from the hell that was about to descend!

Inside the armored vehicle.

Zhao Dahai watched the apocalyptic scene on the screen, dumbfounded, completely unaware that the cigarette in his mouth had burned down to his fingers.

Nightingale's body was trembling slightly.

She wasn't afraid, but... excited.

She looked at Chen Mo, as if looking at a new god, one more terrifying than Gao Fan, yet one she couldn't help but want to follow.

"The path is clear."

Chen Mo's voice pulled everyone back from their shock.

The cruel smile on his face had vanished.

In its place was absolute, icy focus.

"Li Ke, shield all irrelevant signals and transmit the orphanage's energy fluctuation map to my visual nerves in real time."

"Understood!"

Chen Mo's vision was instantly covered by a pulsating red world composed of countless data points.

"Captain Zhao, have the First Squad set up a defense three kilometers out, snipers in position! Anyone who approaches, besides us, is to be killed on sight!"

"Understood!"

"Nightingale."

Chen Mo's gaze fell upon her.

"In that orphanage, there are twelve 'sin abyss guards.' They are not human; they have no heartbeat, no pain receptors. They are monsters that even your people cannot defeat."

"I need you and your 'Ghost' squad to clear a path for us... a path leading directly to Gao Fan."

Nightingale did not speak.

She simply pulled a strangely shaped dagger from her tactical vest, one that shimmered with a deep blue cold light.

The blade seemed to be forged not of metal, but of cold moonlight.

She licked her dry lips, and bloodthirsty flames ignited in her cold eyes.

"Leave it to me."

Chen Mo nodded.

He took a final look at Su Qingxue beside him.

Su Qingxue was also looking at him; all worry and fear had vanished from her clear eyes.

Only the resolve to fight side-by-side remained.

"Driver."

Chen Mo leaned back in his seat, his voice regaining its calm.

"Drive."

The black armored convoy, like a silent steel behemoth, restarted.

Rolling over the streets drowned in panic and despair, it headed toward the orphanage that was gathering all the sins of the world.

And charged forward.