Blood splattered across Lucifer's pale face. His eyes were hollow, devoid of any light, clearly indicating he was being controlled.
Ning Busan instinctively retaliated. Grabbing the chain at his chest, he violently snapped it. At the same time, he gathered power in his right hand and lunged straight for Lucifer's throat.
Lucifer dodged with unbelievable speed. Flapping his twelve wings, he instantly appeared behind Ning Busan. With a clear target, he pierced through Ning Busan's back, aiming straight for his heart.
The moment Ning Busan's heart shattered completely, Lucifer finally broke free from the control. The hollow look in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a sudden, violent contraction of his pupils.
He looked at the shattered heart in his hand, then at Ning Busan, whose life was rapidly draining before him. His twelve wings froze simultaneously.
“No... it's not...” Lucifer opened his mouth, trying to explain, but words felt utterly hollow. “I... I didn't mean to hurt you...”
Ning Busan's body slumped forward, but Lucifer caught him by the shoulders to steady him.
Lucifer knelt on the ground, trembling all over, his eyes red.
At this moment, he suddenly understood Surya's words.
Play with fire and get burned.
The power of chaos originated from the Ruins Beyond the Boundary. As long as he used it, he could not avoid being manipulated by others.
Coughing up blood, Ning Busan tried to use the authority of creation to forge a new heart for himself.
However, Lucifer's power of chaos was indeed troublesome. It slowly corroded his wound, including the new heart he was trying to create.
Thus, a comical scene unfolded.
The one who had been ambushed was calmly trying to save himself.
While the one who did the ambushing was utterly despondent.
Ning Busan grinned, revealing blood-stained teeth. “Why don't you... try... to save me first...”
Lucifer asked hoarsely, “What should I do?”
“...Go to the Undead Realm,” Ning Busan said.
It didn't matter if his heart was gone. At worst, he would just die once and be reborn with an undead body.
A golden card merged into Ning Busan's body.
Ning Busan closed his eyes and fell unconscious.
...
Heaven.
The Divine Realm lay in ruins. The dome was cracked like a spiderweb, and the once-brilliant stars were now dim and lusterless.
Surya raised his arm, his white-gold sleeve drawing an elegant arc in the air.
In an instant, time seemed to flow backward.
Bricks and stones flew back to their original positions from the void. The shattered dome began to repair itself, and the dim stars were lit once more.
Once the Divine Realm was fully restored to its original state, Hecate's sharp laughter rang out in Surya's mind:
“The power of chaos doesn't feel good, does it? I bet you never dreamed that Lucifer would actually get involved with power from beyond the boundary!”
Surya's body suddenly staggered. He spat a mouthful of golden divine blood onto the pristine white floor tiles he had just restored.
But he quickly stood straight again. His molten gold pupils pierced through illusion and reality, taking in all of Lucifer's past.
He was observing Lucifer's destiny.
He had to know who exactly had taught Lucifer how to use the power of chaos.
After a long while, Surya closed his eyes, his voice carrying a bone-chilling coldness. “It's him again...”
Surya felt a surge of killing intent.
No, actually, he had harbored killing intent for a long time.
Ever since his trip to the deep sea, when he first began to notice Leo's existence, he had already wanted him dead.
It was just that Leo managed to escape every single time.
“You think you've calculated everything, but the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. It is still unknown who the final winner will be.” Hecate's voice felt like swirling mist, carrying a shuddering danger.
“I've placed my bet on Ning Busan. I bet he will become the final Silver-Crowned God!”
Surya said, “Rationality is the correct path.”
Hecate sneered. “Lucifer was right. You truly are far too arrogant.”
Surya remained silent, a sudden gleam flashing through his golden eyes.
He saw a certain possibility.
The Holy Flame Eatery.
Heaven's kitchen was forever bathed in a gentle, holy glow, a faint fragrance drifting through the air.
“Praise the God of Light! May the Holy Light be with you!”
Like the other angels, Beelzebub entered the kitchen after praising the God of Light.
Instantly, all the angels crowded around him, chattering endlessly as they asked him how to prepare food.
Beelzebub answered them one by one with patience.
That's right!
He had successfully infiltrated Heaven's kitchen!
In just three short days, all of Heaven was talking about the new genius in the kitchen.
The rich broth he simmered floated with the taste of happiness; the bread he baked was always three times softer than what the other angels made; even the most ordinary desserts, as long as they came from his hands, would be endowed with an extraordinary spiritual touch.
Relying on his culinary skills, Beelzebub had won the approval of every angel here!
But right at that moment, Michael marched over, exuding killing intent.
He glared at Beelzebub, who was surrounded by the angels at the center, and said decisively, “You are the demon who sneaked into Heaven.”
“How could I possibly be a demon?” Beelzebub spread the pair of pure white wings behind his back, putting on an innocent act.
The disguise his King had made for him was flawless. How on earth had he been exposed?
Michael sneered. “Food in Heaven is meant for nourishment, not pleasure.”
“Over the past three days, many angels have reported feeling unusually joyful after dining, even temporarily forgetting their prayers.”
“I also heard that a new angel arrived in the kitchen. Therefore, you are the demon who infiltrated Heaven, attempting to tempt the angels into falling with delicious food!”
Beelzebub's mind imploded.
So, cooking food that was too delicious was actually a sin in Heaven?
This reason for exposure was just too ridiculous!
Yet, Beelzebub still stubbornly insisted, “I don't know what you're talking about.”
Michael didn't waste any more words with him, directly raising his holy sword to attack.
If Beelzebub didn't want to die, he had to fight back. However, doing so immediately exposed his demonic aura, and even the pair of pure white wings on his back shattered into pieces.
The surrounding angels retreated one after another, their faces filled with terror.
They never expected that a demon had actually infiltrated their ranks!
A flash of killing intent crossed Michael's eyes. “I will never allow a demon of Hell to defile the holiness of Heaven!”
Beelzebub: “...”
Just then, the God of Light actually descended.
The angels bowed in salute one after another.
Michael knelt on one knee, his face filled with guilt. “My Lord, please punish me! It is my fault for failing to uncover the demon's presence in time, thereby disturbing you.”
Just as Beelzebub thought he was about to die under the judgment of the God of Light, Surya looked at him and spoke slowly:
“I can allow you to remain in Heaven to continue completing your recipes and pursuing your passion, but you must do one thing for me.”
Beelzebub swallowed hard and asked cautiously, “What do you want me to do?”
“Brew a cup of wine—a wine that can make even a deity lose themselves in a dreamlike stupor,” Surya said calmly. “You can do it.”
Beelzebub said tremulously, “I'll try... I'll try...”
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