Shadowfell Fortress was originally a frontier fortress of the demon race.
As William and his companions entered the fortress, they encountered tangible black demonic mist and faint, lingering souls everywhere.
The residents of the fortress exuded a violent and ferocious aura. The people watched them with resentful eyes as they passed. Had it not been for the overwhelmingly strong aura emanating from them, the demons living in the fortress might have already attacked, seeking their blood and flesh.
“Loki, lead the way.” Alice, wielding the Sword of Soulbreaker, chose to follow behind.
After all, she was now a master, and having her disciple Loki scout ahead seemed perfectly normal.
The Little Broken Stick, renamed by William, had its demonic mist dispelled, transforming its appearance with a faint white glow encircling it.
Loki led the way, his Supreme Deity level energy deterring any monsters from approaching.
The main hall of Shadowfell Fortress was engulfed in a dark green glow. The staircase to the hall was eerily constructed from skulls, giving off a dilapidated and sinister vibe.
Upon seeing the staircase, Loki frowned. The Mind Stone Scepter emitted a beam of blue light, collapsing the staircase and reducing it to bone dust scattered about.
“Who’s there?!”
A loud shout came from the hall as a demon lord, shrouded in black armor, appeared at the entrance. His helmet glowed with flickering green demonic flames.
“What devil are you?” The Mind Stone Scepter pointed forward, assuming control of the situation.
The demon lord let out a sinister laugh, saying, “I am Ghorza Bloodoath, a servant of the King of Demons, Satan. I see you possess some strength; why not pledge allegiance to the King of Demons, Satan? This lord might then spare you from death.”
“What nonsense are you spouting?” Loki cursed, ready to fight!
Alice quickly intervened, “Wait!”
Loki glanced back at Alice and reluctantly returned to her side. He still recognized the hierarchy,Alice was his master, and if she asked him to wait, he would hold off on acting. .𝒎
The demon lord’s attention finally shifted from Loki to Alice, ultimately resting on the Sword of Soulbreaker in her hands…
And then… he froze.
Even a mere glance at the sword made him feel an unprecedented danger.
Moreover, this sword seemed familiar…
Where had he seen it?
Demon Lord Ghorza tilted his head, looking at the Sword of Soulbreaker, trying hard to remember something.
“What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I’ll chop off your head with one more glance?” The Sword Spirit, sensing the demon lord’s gaze, arrogantly released a bit of energy.
These demon lords were powerful beings from ancient times, some of whom were resurrected by the Demon King Satan with demonic powers after death, while others were transformed into demons after consuming “demon blood.” Their memories of the past were mostly unclear, but some things were etched in their very bones…
“Will…” The green flames in Demon Lord Ghorza’s helmet flickered uncertainly, and a terrified voice echoed from the empty helm. The next moment, he transformed into black smoke and vanished without a trace.
Alice was dumbfounded. Wasn’t this guy acting all tough and formidable just a moment ago?
Why did he suddenly run away?
She had asked Loki to hold back mainly because she wasn’t even sure if Jesus was inside. What was there to fight for?
But before she could even ask, the strange fellow fled as if he had seen a ghost…
Did she look that frightening?
William cleared his throat and said, “He has fled. Let’s go inside!”
He had also thought there would be a battle here, but the sight of the Sword of Soulbreaker sent Demon Lord Ghorza fleeing in terror. It was likely that Ghorza had fallen to the Sword of Soulbreaker in the past.
William had indeed committed many killings in his time…
The Sword of Soulbreaker had claimed countless souls; William had no idea which one the demon lord had been in life.
With Alice wielding the Sword of Soulbreaker, many demons in the Divine Realm probably couldn’t help but fear it.
It seemed she had once again easily bluffed her way through a situation.
Loki, somewhat puzzled himself, followed Alice into the main hall.
In the hall, amidst flickering demonic flames, atop an obsidian throne, a middle-aged man in a white robe, with long, unkempt, soft hair and a resolute face, was seen clutching the neck of a monster clad in black robes. The two were as still as statues, not moving an inch.
“Don’t bother persuading me, it’s useless. I won’t let go today!”
The middle-aged man, without even glancing at Alice and the others, was firmly grasping the monster’s neck, ready to deliver a form of physical “redemption.”
The scene was somewhat odd. Alice thought that, considering the two on the throne…
It should be the monster choking the middle-aged man!
“Excuse me, sir in the white robe, are you Jesus?” Alice, having seen her fair share of bizarre sights recently, found this scene to be somewhat acceptable.
Only then did Jesus turn to examine Alice, his gaze not exactly friendly. Eventually, his eyes also settled on the Sword of Soulbreaker.
Wow!
“You finally came!” Jesus looked at Alice with tears welling up in his eyes. With a twist of his wrist, he broke the demon king’s neck, his head spinning around completely. He then awkwardly looked at the demon lord, saying, “Sorry, my hand was too stiff, I couldn’t control my strength.”
Back in the day, Jesus had seen William slay many fierce beasts. Whenever the Sword of Soulbreaker was swung, there was sure to be meat to eat!
How could he not recognize it?
Clearly, this woman wielding the Sword of Soulbreaker was the one he had been waiting for.
Alice breathed a sigh of relief. Jesus, with his kind and benevolent appearance, seemed relatively normal.
“Roar!”
Suddenly, bloodshot eyes erupted from the demon king whose neck had been snapped. He grabbed Jesus, twisted his head around, and bit into Jesus’s neck, emitting a terrifying scream.
Alice was startled by this sudden turn of events.
The place was already eerie, like something out of a horror movie.
No way, was Jesus going to be bitten to death just like that?
Just as Alice was about to intervene, she saw Jesus grasp the demon king’s head, forcefully pry open his mouth, then aim at his head and pulverize it into debris with a punch.
“I’m really sorry for my carelessness just now!” His voice was filled with regret and compassion.
Jesus picked up the demon lord’s shattered body and casually tossed it aside, reverting to his usual gentle demeanor. He smiled at Alice and said, “Let’s go…”
Alice swallowed hard. Was this man really Jesus? .
Why did his behavior in the Divine Realm seem so different from what she had known of him on Earth?
Wasn’t Jesus supposed to be the kind of existence that responded to even the darkest evil with only peace and love? It seemed he was displaying another form of love through a powerful and direct force.
Hesitating for a moment, Alice said, “My name is Alice, and from now on… you’re my disciple, alright?” Alice felt hesitant as she spoke. If it weren’t for William’s request, Jesus was someone she deeply revered. But now, she could only tentatively ask.
“No problem, master!” Jesus had already seen William standing behind Alice and agreed without any hesitation.
Jesus slightly stunned, glanced at Loki, and said, “Who is he?”
“I’m Loki, bro. From now on, you’re with me, your big bro. I’ll take you to sweep through the Divine Realm!” Loki put an arm around Jesus’s shoulder.
Loki, as Alice’s first disciple, felt very confident after the battle at the gates of Shire. In his view, he was now capable of sweeping through the Divine Realm.
Jesus, who had just “redeemed” the demon lord, effortlessly pushed Loki away.
A barely noticeable gleam flashed in his eyes before he calmly looked at Loki and said, “Loki, your courage and determination are commendable. But on the path to power, we should seek inner peace and wisdom. Remember, true strength comes from understanding and love.”
Jesus placed his hands on Loki’s shoulders: “Young man, don’t be too arrogant. Now that our paths have converged, from here on, you’ll join me in exploring the profound mysteries of this world, spreading love and light to the world.”
“…To say that I’m too arrogant!” Loki seemed somewhat displeased.
Alice watched these two peculiar individuals, thinking to herself, “Do you not see me here?”
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PS:In the pages of this story, the Jesus we encounter may differ greatly from the image familiar to us from sacred texts. It is my hope that this version of Jesus, as an expression of my endless respect and love for him, can find happiness and freedom in another parallel dimension. I believe that even the most sacred of figures have the right to pursue personal happiness and self-fulfillment.
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