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The trumpet of doom, given by the Lord, is said to bring about the end of the world once it is sounded!
After the Lord fell into slumber, its function changed, and it can instantly summon all the Seraphim. This is a treasure that can only be used when facing a life-or-death crisis.
The ancient horn was sounded, and the sound instantly spread throughout the world, then towards hell and heaven.
In the lowest level of Heaven, Raphael, the seraphim with a gentle expression, singing a hymn to the birth of a little angel, listened in astonishment to the sound coming from beside him.
"...The sound of the doomsday horn? What trouble has Gabriel encountered that would cause him to sound the doomsday horn?"
Without hesitation, Raphael instantly transformed into a divine stream of light and flew towards the Seven Mountains.
The messenger of Heaven, the Seraphim Remiel, who was wandering throughout Heaven, suddenly stopped in mid-air, revealing an extremely solemn expression.
"Gabriel won't sound the horn of doom lightly. Heaven might be in big trouble!"
Deep within the Seven Mountains, Raguel, who had stood guard before a grand hall for years like a stone statue, opened his cold, hard eyes.
"Has Gabriel sounded the horn of doom?"
His consciousness swept across the entire Seven Mountains in an instant, but he could not find any other Seraphim. He only saw the Mirror of Heaven hanging in mid-air, which was now playing images of the human world.
"The twelve gates of hell—is the human world about to fall into a paradise for demons?"
Even Raguel, the Seraphim, fell silent at this moment.
No wonder Gabriel sounded the doomsday horn; if he didn't do it now, he might never have another chance.
However, Raguel hesitated for a moment and glanced behind him.
He has been guarding the Lord for many years, but the Lord has yet to appear. Should he really leave now?
After only half a minute of hesitation, Raguel's expression became resolute.
All thirteen lords of Hell have entered the mortal realm, and all the powerful enemies of Heaven have appeared. Other beings cannot even penetrate Heaven's Mountain, let alone threaten the Lord.
With that thought in mind, Raguel no longer hesitated and instantly transformed into a sacred pillar of light, descending upon the human world.
Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Existence That Almost Driven God Crazy
Seeing the holy seraphim's light descend once again like a falling meteor, Baldr revealed himself, his gaze profound.
"After all this trouble, we finally managed to pull all seven seraphim down from heaven without attracting God's attention."
The seven archangels have different duties and don't usually stay together, so trying to bring them down at the same time is a very difficult task.
Badr raised his head, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through the void and look towards the deepest part of heaven.
"Heaven now has very little defense, making it the perfect time to test God."
However, Bader looked slightly hesitant.
The chances of winning by charging straight at God head-on are not high.
His gaze fell, looking towards the seraphim in the distance, which resembled small, holy suns.
"Should we just kill all those guys right now?"
The two drawbacks of pseudo-omniscient and omnipotent authority are high consumption and dependence on position.
God is the master of faith, the one who wields the power of faith most skillfully. The angels of Heaven are basically all created by him using the power of faith; they are themselves creations of some kind of faith.
To cut off the angels is to cut off the storehouse of faith in God.
However, after a moment, Bader shook his head.
"Perhaps, we can take another hit on God."
The next moment, Badr's figure vanished from the spot.
As for the Angels and Demons, the entire Black Continent is theirs to do as they please.
When Badr reappeared, he had already returned to the secret chamber.
At this moment, the blood pool that was once used to help the androids rebuild their lives is still full, and blood-red bubbles rise from it.
Baldr made a few strokes in the air, and instantly, the entire blood pool began to surge. Slowly, a new gate to hell rose from the blood pool.
Compared to the massive Hell Gate on the Black Continent, which could allow millions of demons to enter and exit, this one was far too small, barely enough for one person to pass through.
Therefore, the energy wave generated by the birth of this Gate of Hell was very small, so small that it could be easily concealed by the demonic runes on the surrounding walls.
The next moment, Baldr stepped out and entered the gates of hell.
Scorching heat, high temperature, distortion, negativity...
The entire hell is like a giant steamer; just staying there for a short while will inevitably stir up a violent emotion in people.
The pungent smell of sulfur in the air made Bader frown.
A moment later, the discomfort subsided, and Baldr arrived at the Demon King's castle, following the route in the Demon Prince's memory.
Having skillfully reached the deepest part of the demon castle, a distinct demonic barrier came into view.
With a single punch, the violent power instantly tore the barrier apart, revealing countless treasures before Baldr's eyes. Baldr ignored the treasures that would drive countless demons mad, and his gaze immediately fell upon the somewhat ancient-looking box.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be it."
According to the Demon Prince's memories, each of the thirteen Hell Lords possesses a treasure, or more precisely, a part of a treasure. Legend has it that if all thirteen treasures are gathered together, one can access the greatest secret of Hell.
Badr was curious about what this so-called greatest secret of hell really was.
A powerful artifact?
A hidden powerhouse?
An unknown treasure?
Whichever possibility it may be, it would be best if it could enhance some of Baldr's power, and even better if it could go further and establish some kind of connection with God.
Upon opening the box, a simple key, even slightly rusty, came into Badr's view.
"A key? A key to unlock some kind of treasure?"
A wisp of consciousness probed into it, and the next moment, Badr's expression changed.
"Chaotic, disorderly, negative, crazy, and shockingly explosive information residue."
This key seems to have only come into contact with something, yet it has generated negative information that even Baldr is wary of. The source of that negativity has probably reached the level of the sub-father.
He put the key away, and at this moment, Baldr became increasingly interested in the Hellish Secrets.
His figure transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the territory of the second hell lord.
All the lords of Hell have been transported to the mortal realm through the Gates of Hell. At this point, Hell is no match for Baldr; even using only the power of the Demon Prince, he can wreak havoc on it at will.
Soon, the second game, the third game, the fourth game...
Before long, all thirteen keys were in Badr's hands.
The moment all thirteen keys were gathered, they somehow became connected. The thirteen keys rose into the air, reflecting each other and radiating the same kind of brilliance.
The next moment, the thirteen rays of light that had converged suddenly bombarded the void of hell.
In an instant, the entire area twisted, forming a terrifying void that seemed capable of swallowing everything.
Badr stared silently at the empty space before him, not because he didn't want to go in and investigate, but because he sensed that something was about to emerge from it.
Soon, clear footsteps came from the hollow.
"You bunch of demons, you're always thinking about nonsense. Can't you stay in your own territory and play with yourselves? You have to touch these things you shouldn't touch."
Amidst the incessant chatter, a figure emerged.
He looks exactly like a human and is very handsome, but he appears somewhat lazy and decadent.
A faint glint of light flashed in the depths of Badr's eyes.
"Interesting. A combination of divine and corrupt power within one person. What a unique fellow."
"And this strength..."
If we set 100 points as the standard for the sub-father, then 1 to 50 points can be called ordinary first-class, and 50 points and above, but below 99 points, can be considered top-class.
Michael and the Demon King are both top-tier characters with a score of 99.
As for the other Hell Lords or Seraphim, Hell Lords start at 90 points, while Seraphim generally exceed 95.
And this guy in front of me can be counted as: 99.999999...
He is almost at the level of the sub-father, even stronger than Michael and the Demon King.
"Huh~" The lazy man looked at Bader with some surprise.
"Your strength..."
"With this kind of strength, they can collect the Key to the End? Has Hell fallen so low?"
"Wait, that's not right!"
The lazy man looked Baldr up and down: "Strange, strange. You are clearly not even as strong as the weakest Seraph, but for some reason, I feel a little uneasy when I am with you."
Badr didn't answer his question, but instead said calmly, "Are you Lucifer?"
With such peculiar attributes and strength, the only person Baldr could think of was this guy.
"Are there still legends about me circulating outside?" With a flick of his hand, a mirror appeared in his palm.
With her other hand, she pulled out a comb from somewhere and started combing her hair in front of the mirror: "As expected of me!"
Bader: ...
I never knew Lucifer could be so narcissistic. I've learned something new.
Badr's gaze passed through Lucifer and went behind him: "What's in there?"
Lucifer, who had been narcissistic, stopped looking in the mirror and combing his hair upon hearing this. With a casual wave of his hand, the two items disappeared from his grasp. Then, he looked at Baldr with a serious expression.
"Don't think about what's inside; that's not something you can access."
"That old God almost went crazy because of that thing inside."
Badr's pupils contracted instantly. Something that almost drove God mad?!
Possessing pseudo-omniscient and omnipotent authority, what individual of the same level could drive God mad?
Soon, Badr's breathing became rapid.