Chapter 087: He Sacrificed All of Humanity to Attain the Form of the Demon God King
The tentacle pillars were densely covered with people.
Each person's posture was different—some seemed to be struggling, others appeared resigned, and some were slumped in despair.
Their emotions varied as well—rage, hatred, envy, sorrow, agony, and more.
Their appearances were all distinct, with no two alike—men and women, young and old, fat and thin, some disfigured, others with twisted bodies.
It was as though countless human lives had been stitched together into this grotesque form.
Whether they were alive or mere relief-like carvings, the mere sight was enough to terrify.
No, they weren't bas-reliefs—their souls could be felt, pulsing in agony.
Those were real people!!!
More precisely, they were humans!!!
And there were—seventy-two of these monstrous tentacle pillars?
Some have speculated on the sheer volume of what has been exposed so far—how many human lives would be needed to piece it together. The resulting figures are horrifying.
It's likely that the corpses of every human alive today wouldn't be enough!
They also caught a glimpse of the scene beyond the tentacle pillar—something never seen before. It wasn't the domain of any pantheon, nor was it the surface world.
It looked like shattered land floating in the void of space.
Such an apocalyptic sight inevitably led some to wonder if the real human world had been destroyed, its entire population harvested to create this.
Though the gods had initially sought to annihilate humanity and end their era, even they wouldn't commit such an extreme, inhuman atrocity.
Whoever could do such a thing—what kind of twisted existence must they be? What kind of devil?
And now, the evidence clearly points to one man—King Solomon.
Despite his benevolent appearance, he has committed an act of cruelty surpassing even the most infamous demon lords in history.
In this moment, the gods no longer regard Satan as the primary threat. Instead, King Solomon has been elevated to the status of the most dangerous monster of all.
Göll let out a trembling voice, thick with terror.
Sister Brunhilde had worked so hard, risking her life to propose Ragnarök, sacrificing everything to prevent humanity's extinction and ensure their survival.
Yet, the sight before them now struck her like a devastating blow.
No—King Solomon was no longer human.
He had become the Demon God King. Had his mind twisted? Had he truly done something so insane?
To secure victory in Ragnarök, unwilling to endure the gods' mercy every thousand years, unwilling to let humanity merely cling to survival—he had sacrificed all of mankind to obtain power surpassing the divine.
That was why he now bore this form as the Demon God King, why he could intimidate the gods, why he could bring them a true Ragnarök in every sense.
His philosophy was simple: Better to shatter like jade than remain whole as a tile.
"No, that can't be!"
Brunhilde denied it. How could destruction come so suddenly, without any warning?
But then—where had all these countless human souls come from?
They couldn't have just materialized out of thin air, could they?
Pulling out her phone, Brunhilde focused the camera on the tentacle pillar and began operating it.
This wasn't an ordinary human phone—it was a sub-terminal of the Akashic System.
She scanned the area, but the phone remained unresponsive.
What was going on?
Ah—had it frozen? Crashed?
The next instant, the screen exploded with countless windows at an alarming speed, each seemingly containing the personal data of an individual.
But there were too many—not dozens or hundreds, but millions, tens of millions, all flooding in at once.
At this rate, there was no hope of reading any of it.
BANG!
The sub-terminal couldn't handle the overwhelming data load and exploded outright.
Brunhilde's face drained of all color.
If there was a response, if personal data windows had appeared—then the people on that tentacle pillar were undeniably real humans.
Suddenly, a flash of crimson light startled her.
The eyes of the tentacle pillar were emitting beams, lashing out toward the pestilence-spreading vermin.
In just a few breaths, most of it had already evaporated. What remained was no longer densely packed, scattering loosely in all directions—like using a cannon to shoot mosquitoes.
"Stop! Stop this at once!!!"
It was Brunhilde roaring in fury, for she had realized that the crimson eyes were releasing energy siphoned directly from those humans.
The humans had become like batteries.
What kind of terrifying existence had she summoned?
As if heeding her words, the attacks ceased abruptly.
The next instant—
"Boom!"
A deafening explosion erupted from the spectator stands, accompanied by a chorus of agonized screams.
Looking over, Brunhilde saw a storm of feathers amidst the chaos, along with numerous angels covered in wounds.
The cause was a massive tentacle pillar that had erupted from beneath the ranks of the 427 gods of Heaven.
But what drew the most attention was the figure impaled at the tip of the tentacle—an Archangel.
Hm? There were screams coming from its chest?
Upon closer inspection, the heart skewered there was grotesque—wasn't that Satan's heart?
When had Satan's heart infiltrated the Archangel's body?
"Feel the despair of billions of humans."
The voice echoed throughout the space, and only then did everyone notice that Solomon had vanished at some point. He now sat upon a throne in a strange floating temple outside the arena.
Seated there, his form was no longer that of the Demon God King but had reverted to that of a human.
Yet even in his human state, his condition seemed dire.
Parts of his body appeared corroded, turning black.
The remaining areas that still looked somewhat normal were riddled with patterns—black fissures, one might call them.
And these fissures were spreading...
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