192: Section 192

The final hammer strike, sweeping with starlight, smashed down.

With a loud boom.

The gate of curses was successfully shaped.

Unfortunately, it is currently just a semi-finished vessel embryo.

It still needs everything from a Demon Lord to fill it with mysterious essence!

Pseudo-Hexi keenly parsed the extra-dimensional data from it and immediately said with regret:

"What a pity, a real Hell Dimension was missed just like that. Sigh, I shouldn't have listened to the original body's blind instructions back then."

Su Ming smiled and comforted her:

"It's okay, I will maximize the preservation of the local original scenery..."

"Go on, go on, don't Mind me..."

After a pause, Pseudo-Hexi added:

"Remember to speak up if you need support; the star fate in my hands hasn't tasted blood yet!"

"Understood!"

Giving a response, Su Ming flashed a smile at the Warren couple, bowed slightly, and then, wrapping up the gate of curses, disappeared within a pillar of starlight.

Leaving only a payment reminder echoing in the couple's ears.

Mrs. Lorraine's eyes filled with tears.

She burst into tears on the spot.

Wuwuwu!—

What is that blinding divine radiance for!

Her Spirit Vision Eyes almost went blind on the spot!

Even though Mr. Omar had tried his best to restrain it, a pure feeling of longing uncontrollably rose in Lorraine's heart.

Don't misunderstand.

Mrs. Lorraine didn't have the courage to harbor any wicked thoughts toward such an existence.

Her longing was more akin to a mortal's yearning for the sea of stars, an almost extreme manifestation!

To put it bluntly, from today onwards.

No matter what names Mrs. Lorraine shouts—Jesus, God, My Lord—there's no doubt that it must point toward the stars, toward faith in Su Ming!

As for Ed Warren, as a mortal, he simply didn't have the qualification to glimpse even a true corner of Su Ming.

...

The American Horror dungeon world, deep in the asteroid belt of the Solar System.

A thousand-meter-tall gate of curses was placed by Su Ming atop the Star Nest hub.

This move was both to guide his own path to more quickly dye that Hell Dimension behind the gate with his Dao, and to use the weight of the entire Circle of Reason subset to suppress the gate of curses, preventing it from shattering on the spot due to rule conflicts before it was fully formed.

He casually summoned a small meteorite.

And sat down on it.

Starlight gathered, forming a data light screen in front of Su Ming.

Dark Matter Computing Cloud activated.

The relevant information just scanned from the Warren couple's home appeared one by one on the light screen.

According to records.

Higher-level demons hold the material world in extreme contempt!

However, extremely twisted demons are born to be rejected by the material world.

Therefore, they cannot simply descend into reality; they either use [anchors] or [beacons] as springboards for cross-dimensional transmission.

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Or, they are brought in through a descent ritual by human cultists in the real world!

Demon cultists and the like have loose organizations and lack cohesion; not only do they easily fall into internal strife due to doctrine, but they are also targeted by real-world rules both openly and covertly.

And the former... is the best way for demons to descend into reality.

So-called anchors and beacons are, to put it bluntly, just ordinary items. After long-term immersion in demonic power and will, even with dimensional barriers between them, they can briefly become channels for demon descent through the connection of energy resonance.

There is such a record in Warren's notes.

It said the original nurse claimed that a weird doll moved on its own and left a note asking for help.

An unknown medium solemnly stated that the soul of a seven-year-old girl named [Annabelle Higgins] was imprisoned inside the doll!

...

Without a doubt.

This was just a clumsy scam.

How could a mere mortal soul withstand the erosion of demonic power?

Even if such a tragic soul truly existed at first, after being steeped in demonic power until now, it would have long since been twisted and mutated into the shape of a demon!

Furthermore.

Su Ming holds the authority of the Mind; he is 100% certain that the so-called Annabelle doll is essentially a malicious curse in an informational state!

As expected.

Demons never engage in equal dialogue with mortals.

Disguise and deception!

Temptation and lies!

This is the true nature of a demon!

However.

Similar tricks work well enough against mortals.

But...

What it faces is a Zongwang Player.

An exceptional Star-Forging Lord.

As everyone knows.

A signal tower that can transmit signals can certainly receive signals in reverse.

Unfortunately.

Through the power of Creation Genesis.

Using this wisp of curse as a medium, the gate of curses Su Ming forged has already anchored the coordinates of the target dimension.

Now.

Nearly ten minutes have passed.

The first wisp of starlight from the Circle of Reason has just reached the target realm.

Starlight aggregates, and Stellar Teleportation is instantly activated!

The next moment.

The stars shifted, and the world changed!

"Come on, little brother!"

Su Ming laughed wildly while holding his hammer: "Let's fight! Jie jie jie!—" Seven.

Chapter 217: Starlight Fall! Ultimate Move to the Face

In this peculiar dimension that leans extremely toward idealistic rules, space-time has lost its meaning as an anchor of Order.

The sky is obscured by an eternal chaotic sea of clouds.

Crimson-as-blood thunder and lightning crisscross, with occasional meteorites wreathed in rolling hellfire crashing into the earth.

But even the earth is covered by endless bleached bones!

Hideous-looking hell insects weave and crawl through the gaps in the skeletons, making chilling rustling sounds.

Never-extinguishing hell volcanoes constantly spew hell lava; upon the scorched sulfur earth, a river of rushing flames winds through the entire land like a world-circling serpent!

Inside it, countless twisted, translucent souls drift with the current, eternally tormented by those blazing hell flames. The desperate shrieks resulting from this even naturally carry a certain instant-death trait! If the Mind check fails, the soul will be absorbed by this Hellish River Styx in the next second!

Those are the sinful souls drawn by the Hellish River Styx over millions of years...

All who commit the seven deadly sins, their souls return to hell!

After millions of years of accumulation, the number of wailing and desperate souls inside is already beyond count...

Even more tragic is that souls constantly burned by hellfire will have their Minds incinerated in a short time, leaving behind only a hollow soul shell that knows only how to cry out in despair!

Because of this.

This hell is submerged in despair, pain, and torture all year round.

This is the demons' home ground.

It is a super-large-scale dining production line they constructed.

The difference is that here, souls are the best ingredients, and the despair and pain of mortals are the best seasonings...

"Come on! Little brother! Let's fight!"

As soon as the battle-ready Su Ming arrived, he issued a deathmatch invitation to the lord of this place.

With a loud boom.

A skeleton mountain range in the distance collapsed.

Deep underground, a behemoth sleeping there extended a hideous giant arm, supporting the Demon Lord as it slowly stood up.

The iconic goat head, with hellfire burning fiercely on the huge spiral horns—that was the proof and manifestation of His authority as the master of the Hell Dimension!

A pair of tattered yet wreathed in sinful black smoke giant bat wings blotted out the sun behind Him; with a gentle stretch, they could kick up a level 12 gale, sending countless skeletons flying like rain.

A lava-like body, complemented by a rugged muscular silhouette, provided a full sense of oppression!

The nearly two-thousand-meter-tall Demon Lord took a step forward, and instantly the sky shook and the earth moved, the ground cracking open into a hideous gap hundreds of meters long.

Behind Him, countless inferior monsters, mutated beyond recognition, crawled on the ground, devoutly and fearfully kissing the eternally burning giant footprints left by the lord!

"Mortal... no, you are a bit stronger... but, you are still just a mortal..."

A grand and chaotic will suddenly exploded in Su Ming's heart with a profaning sound.

That profanity carried mental pollution sufficient to cause any saint's faith to collapse, Mind to twist, and will to disintegrate!

"Kneel!"

"Voluntarily offer up your soul..."

"And I shall pardon your sins... otherwise..."

"I shall grant you eternal torture..."

Su Ming: "..."

Does a grand Demon Lord not even have a single propaganda officer under his command?

What chuunibyou and outdated villain speech!

Can't we at least polish the speech script first?

Sighing, Su Ming ignored the Demon Lord's coercion.

He was like a tourist who had accidentally entered hell, looking around at the surrounding environment with great interest.

Glancing at a shivering lemure by his feet, he poked it with the heavenly dimension giant hammer, sending it tumbling; even though Su Ming had tried his best to control it, the terrifying power of the crimson weapon was too much, and the unlucky little lemure disintegrated into dust on the spot.

Its soul was extracted, having only enough time to let out a wail.