If gods truly existed, surely They would summon thunder and bring divine punishment down upon this sinful land.
If gods were truly merciful, surely They would look down with compassion and bring salvation to these innocent people.
Unfortunately, there was nothing here now.
Only a mental patient who had fallen into madness on his own, witnessing hell on earth and sin breeding before his eyes.
Silas seemed trapped in an uncontrollable nightmare.
He couldn't move, as if his own existence had disappeared, and he could only observe everything from a peculiar perspective.
He saw Ma'am M standing in the hall, smiling at the crowd.
"The Lord is the beginning and the end, both all and one."
The red-haired, golden-eyed woman praised the Lord with a gentle, melodious tone, wandering among the terrified crowd.
Then blood flowers began to bloom, crimson roses blooming from within each person's body.
The flowers were like joyful smiling faces, opening brilliantly, offering the most devout blessings to the benevolent Lord.
"Don't kill me!"
The obese deputy chief of police shouted in panic, his greasy face covered with sweat and tears. "I'm the deputy chief of Backlund Police! You can't kill me! You can't..."
Ma'am M extended her slender, pale finger and gently pressed it against his face.
"Ahhhhhh!"
The deputy chief screamed like a castrated pig, his eyes bulging, eyeballs nearly popping from their sockets.
Large amounts of fat were rapidly squeezed out from beneath his skin, pale yellow semi-liquid coating his body.
His originally obese body rapidly shrank until it became withered and shriveled, leaving only sagging skin covering his skeleton and muscles.
"Snap."
Ma'am M lightly snapped her fingers, and crimson flames began burning fiercely on his body.
The thick fat ensured this candle would burn eternally, becoming a grand and magnificent torch in this ceremony of praise.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The terrified guards opened fire.
Bullets from revolvers poured out with tremendous kinetic energy, covering the figure like raindrops. However, the figure only swayed before transforming into a paper figure riddled with holes.
Soon, these guards faced retaliation, their bodies disintegrating in the strange singing.
"Help!"
"Run!"
Fear snapped the nerves of reason.
The crowd in the hall screamed, trying to escape from the villa. But that beautiful figure always managed to catch them one step ahead, transforming their flesh into crimson flowers.
"...Behold, the Lord comes quickly. Reward is with the Lord, to give to each according to their deeds, bringing them retribution..."
"Stop! I can give you anything you want..."
The handsome House of Commons member Wadra shouted with a pale face, but he soon couldn't speak anymore because his own arm uncontrollably grabbed his throat while his other hand forcibly inserted itself into his abdomen.
Soon, his internal organs were vomiting out from his mouth.
The same thing kept happening throughout the hall. More and more roses were offered to the Lord.
In the endless heights above, sacred yet profane, joyful yet painful hymns rang out grandly, as if a towering giant was casting an approving glance toward this place.
"I shall carry out punishment on behalf of the great Lord, until this river of souls flowing to Him runs endlessly..."
Suddenly, the ceremony dedicated to the deity was forcibly interrupted.
"Whip!"
A serious and unquestionable voice suddenly rang out, as if dominating the laws here with tremendous authority that no one could violate!
"Crack! Crack!"
Pain came from his body.
Silas suddenly regained consciousness. He opened his eyes and looked down, discovering his hands were covered in crimson, foul-smelling blood.
There was no Ma'am M. Everything was done by his own hands.
Raising his head, Silas saw the magnificent hall had been covered by countless crimson roses.
Scarlet liquid flowed, spreading outward along the floor's patterns.
Tender young girls cowered in terror, hiding behind sofas and wine tables.
They were the survivors among ordinary people who escaped punishment.
In the eyes that peeked out from behind furniture, besides terror, there was also twisted satisfaction.
Besides them, guests, servants, human traffickers, guards... all the sinners had received their baptism, transformed into roses covering the ground.
Among all the crimson, several special people still stood. The souls within their bodies gave off a different feeling: weighty, dignified, shining with unique brilliance.
Beyonders.
"Aurora Order's envoy, have you gone mad!"
The leading Beyonder wore a white wig and tailcoat, his thin, long horse-like face serious and cold.
Behind him, a slightly portly middle-aged man hid in extreme terror.
"Save me! Mr. Heras!"
The phantoms of deceased girls entangled him.
Blood tears flowed from their eyes, telling Silas this person was the master of this villa, the leader of the human trafficking organization, the wealthy Capim.
"Hehe..."
Silas laughed in a twisted manner.
Although he had regained consciousness from the frenzied dream, his mental state was still poor.
His mind was filled with various extreme emotions.
His ears boiled with noise.
It was the True Creator's meaningless low ravings. He seemed very satisfied with Silas's recent sacrifice, so satisfied that He emitted endless murmurs, making the blood vessels on Silas's head bulge and swell, his brain feeling like it was being poked back and forth with an iron rod.
"Whoosh..."
Silas actively summoned that illusory tide.
As the sound of waves rose, the True Creator's ravings were immediately dispelled. However, his own inherent madness was difficult to offset. Hallucinations and wailing still filled his vision.
He looked across. Besides the protected Capim, four Beyonders remained here.
The serious leading man whom Capim called Mr. Heras had a dignified expression. His figure seemed incomparably tall, giving people an irresistible urge to submit.
Besides Heras, there was a man holding a high-pressure steam rifle, military supplies with tremendous power. Another man had an old-looking face with an uneasy expression.
A scarred woman had a fierce demeanor and cruel smile, holding a dagger in one hand and a long whip in the other.
The whip flickered with peculiar luster; it should be a Beyonder item.
Could an ordinary human trafficker possibly be protected by so many Beyonders?
Silas looked at these people. This dignified feeling about them... he seemed to have sensed it before from those masked people.
Military Intelligence Group Nine?
They were involved in human trafficking?
"Imprison!"
Just as Silas was in a daze, Heras acted. He shouted and raised his right hand, pointing at Silas.
Suddenly, the space around Silas solidified, as if forming a transparent amber. He was sealed within it, unable to move.
At the same time, the other Beyonders charged forward together, launching an attack on Silas!