I'm a villain, not a devil

"The faded golden pupils in the sky convulsed and collapsed, like a giant whale stabbed by a branding iron sinking into the sea of ​​nothingness. The broken night once again enveloped the starry sky that humans should fear, and the earth was holding up millions of scarlet torches - the burning sand city forged the horizon into the edge of a boiling furnace.

The skeletons of buildings buckled and cracked in the flames, and asphalt rivers crawled along, carrying the blood and ashes of God. There were no wails, because the throats of all living beings had long been burned to charcoal by the wrath of God. In the silent film, there were only 4.7 million corpses curled up into black question marks in the high temperature.

The seventeen survivors branded the emblems of the old gods into the flesh of their feet, and at this moment they were like a colony of broken ants crawling at the epicenter of the disaster.

The scene still echoed inside their skulls: when the Lord extinguished the light of judgment with one hand, the gilded bones of the gods blossomed into metal flowers between His fingers. And now this man was smiling with his back to the embers of the gods, and the sparks were weaving a new royal flag along His raised hem.

Seventeen spines broke in arcs of surrender at the same time, and they heard their eyeballs explode into notes of hymns in their skulls.

It was a brand new sacred music, a symphony of notes, and the last words spoken by the great Lord were being etched into a barbed command on the tip of everyone's tongue.

"The wailing will resound from the beginning of the era to the end of the world—"

The flames soaked the afterbirth of the new era, adding a few more strokes:

The blood mist condensed into the shape of a curled up baby on the charred spire, and the dome glass blessed by the gods was melting bit by bit, and every drop gathered at the Lord's feet to form a silver tongue that mocked the old Lord.

Among the seventeen crawlers, there was a young girl who was tearing open her eyelids that were branded with the mark of God’s favor. When she discovered that what was flowing out was not blood but liquid prayers, her damaged vocal cords actually burst into a martyr’s joyful tremor.

The boots of the Lord have trodden..."

After reading this, Bai Ye couldn't help but stop.

Xiao Ci, who was carefully distinguishing these complicated words, raised her head in some confusion. She was not good at reading and reading, but now it was different, because the Lord praised in these words was her dearest brother.

She recited devoutly and emotionally, almost showing everyone the entire city of sand that night.

Being suddenly interrupted by Bai Ye at this moment, the little orange-haired loli couldn't help but sigh with regret.

However, unlike her, the other women in the aircraft were exchanging strange glances.

Finally, Her Majesty the Queen of the Empire, who came to take over this huge fortune, couldn't help but look at Sean.

"You said all those things?"

It's not that she didn't believe it, because in the mouth of a liar any spark can burst into a blaze, but Sean's character seemed to have destined him to not be someone who liked to say such things.

Sean, who had remained silent since coming out of the City of Sand, finally turned around. He glanced at everyone with an indescribable indifference and calmness. What was even more shocking was that his eyes actually carried a divinity that did not belong to humans.

Then……

"I said all of that—" Sean showed his signature arrogant and cunning smile, "but my dear archbishop embellished it a little bit for me."

Bai Ye and Luo Xi couldn't help but look at each other again. They could already sense that Sean had advanced to Deep Blue, but after that night, why did this guy have a so-called archbishop...

Seeing that everyone he was familiar with had such expressions, Sean couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This familiar laughter made Bai Ye and Luo Xi breathe a sigh of relief. It was indeed Sean.

Wiping the corners of his eyes, Sean said happily, "I told you, this was written by the new Archbishop. He is very good at these things."

As he spoke, he pointed out of the window of the aircraft, where there was a small aircraft following on the flank, with the survivors of the Sand City on board.

The number of survivors was not as pitiful as "seventeen". The nearly five million people of Sand City were almost wiped out, which became the price Sean paid to the Heart of Deception, but in the end more than ten thousand people survived.

And the seventeen people were the ones who kissed Sean's boots in the beginning.

The first person to kiss Sean's boots was the library scribe of the City of Sand. He was the first person to turn away from the omniscient and omnipotent Holy Spirit and begin to believe in Sean.

As a reward, Sean rewarded the scribe named Brooks by making him his Archbishop.

The first thing His Excellency the Archbishop did after taking office was to plead that everything the great Lord had done be recorded. This would be the new hymn for the remaining 10,000 people in the City of Sand, and it would be the gospel and code that would lead people onto the only right path.

Obviously, His Excellency the Archbishop's literary talent was brilliant, and he also very skillfully shrouded Sean in the mysterious aura that a religious leader should have.

After listening to Sean, Bai Ye still felt a little bit unbelievable: "Archbishop...wait, you really founded a religion? And, your archbishop really started to call you 'He'?!"

Sean shrugged his shoulders. "It's okay. I still allow you to talk to me face to face. By the way, Your Majesty, does your empire need a live version of the Divine Right of Kings?"

Bai Ye kept looking at Sean. The other party's nonsense tone remained unchanged, even his aura did not change at all.

But, Sean has advanced to Deep Blue... Could it be that Sean's Deep Blue is different from others?

Noticing Bai Ye's expression, Sean just laughed without further explanation.

Of course, some things can be answered by thinking about them.

Sean's deep blue is totally on a different level from the others!

He began the process of converting the original energy when he was at the peak of Crimson. The vast energy like the sea accumulated countless times. If it weren't for the appearance of the Blooming Heart, Sean might have to hold it in for several more months.

Although the trap set by the Holy Spirit disrupted Sean's plan, the number of people he sacrificed was too large, and the feedback from the Deceitful Heart was so pleasant.

Moreover, the three original abilities were once again comprehensively strengthened after being promoted to Deep Blue. Sean, who was already good at group combat, almost instantly possessed terrifying means that were unimaginable for other Deep Blues.

At the same time, the Holy Spirit's clever Blooming Heart helped Sean to undergo a comprehensive and brutal strengthening, and his energy was no longer something that ordinary Deep Blue could imagine.

Of course, there is no such thing as ordinary people who are related to Deep Blue, but in front of Sean - all beings are equal.

Whether it was the gods' messengers or the powerful men of the Sand City itself, for Sean, it was probably just a matter of moving a few more fingers.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so arrogant as to want to take a direct look at those high and mighty evil gods.

In fact, Sean knew very well that he was not a god yet and could not do anything to those gods, but he just wanted to do it. What he wanted was... fear!