Chapter 1134
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Chapter 1134 Angel’s Judgment
Lin Qiye’s body was nailed to the black cross, having lost “The Sky’s Poet,” his form completely exposed in the falling ashes.
Just as he was about to sink his consciousness into the Gods’ Mental Hospital in his mind, Uriel’s corpse, standing in the center of the crater, was already flapping its broken white wings, slowly rising into the sky.
That writhing red eyeball stared at Lin Qiye and An Qingyu on the two crosses. Its lips parted slightly, and suddenly bulging tumors emerged from both sides of its face, splitting into countless tiny, sharp mouths.
Numerous grotesque, sharp laughs echoed beneath the sky along with Uriel’s deep voice:
“Sin… Judgment…”
Uriel’s voice was extremely hoarse, as if someone were pulling on his vocal cords, mechanically spitting out these few words.
“Sin Judgment—!!!”
In the valley, countless frenzied tumor souls shouted with Uriel’s voice, every crimson eyeball on their bodies radiating excited light.
They had once been judged by the angels of heaven and cast into hell with eternal torment. Now it was their turn to become “angels” and pronounce judgment on others’ sins.
This distorted pleasure and resentment made them laugh uncontrollably, and the entire valley, under their excited writhing, seemed to transform into waves of tumors.
As these four words were uttered, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu felt the chains on their bodies tighten again. At the same time, an invisible force pressed down on them from above, forcibly bowing their heads.
Above the valley of cheering, undulating flesh, two figures hung with lowered heads, nailed to pitch-black crosses like sinners awaiting judgment, bowing in repentance.
Lin Qiye gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot. He struggled desperately to break free from that force and lift his head, the veins on his neck bulging one by one!
Just then, Uriel in the sky spoke again:
“Past… Sin…”
“Past Sin—!!!” Maniacal laughter erupted from the flesh waves.
A domain released from Uriel’s body instantly enveloped Lin Qiye and An Qingyu. Mysterious space-time forces carried their past, extracting it from their bodies, flowing through the domain like movie clips, exposed to the prying crimson insect eye.
Peering into the past?
Lin Qiye’s eyes slightly contracted.
“An… Qing… yu…” Uriel’s voice came through the dense, sharp laughter, “Guilty of… taking life… desecrating corpses… disrespecting… the dead… sin… unforgivable… fall to… the eighth level of hell!”
Hearing Uriel’s judgment, the tumor souls in the valley grew even more excited.
“Hehehe… eighth level of hell! He’s doomed!”
“Taking life is a grave sin, desecrating corpses even worse! He dared to desecrate corpses?”
“Sin, truly sin! Falling to the eighth level of hell is only right!”
“He’s not like us, we never desecrate corpses!”
“We are angels, how could we desecrate corpses? We are angels! Hehehe…”
“…”
An Qingyu, locked to the cross, looked down at the writhing flesh balls full of pity and holiness, and couldn’t help but sneer.
A group of K-system monsters possessing corpses, it seems they truly believe themselves to be holy angels… If we’re talking about desecrating corpses, their actions are the true desecration!
“Lin… Qi… ye…” Uriel’s voice sounded again,
“Guilty of… taking life… capturing souls… blasphemy… deicide… sin… unforgivable… fall to… the ninth level of hell!”
Amid the even more excited cheers from the flesh balls below, Lin Qiye, nailed to the cross, looked extremely grim.
But when he heard the words “capturing souls,” his heart twitched slightly.
The rest was fine—Lin Qiye admitted he had done those things—but capturing souls had only happened when he used the hospital to collect attendants. If Uriel could mention soul capture, did that mean He had already detected the existence of the Gods’ Mental Hospital?
If the K-system gods learned about the Gods’ Mental Hospital… things would truly be terrible.
Lin Qiye had already contacted Sun Wukong in the hospital. If it came to the worst, he would have to risk certain death and once again carry his soul.
However, this was hell. If he really did that, there would be no Great Xia God to save him this time.
Moreover, with Uriel’s power, plus the two demonic execution racks from heaven behind him, even if he carried the Great Sage’s soul, he might not escape.
After peering into Lin Qiye and An Qingyu’s past and judging their sins, Uriel didn’t stop, but slowly spoke again:
“Future… Sin…”
The excited voices of the flesh balls echoed in the valley: “Future Sin—!!”
Future?
Hearing these two words, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu were both stunned.
The past fragments flowing around Lin Qiye and An Qingyu vanished into thin air. At the same time, a mysterious force enveloped their heads, and two blurry rivers of time were materialized within the domain.
Uriel’s crimson insect eye, split in its socket, looked down along the two time rivers, seemingly wanting to peer into all the sins they would commit in the future.
“He’s tracing our future?!”
An Qingyu, seeing this, spoke in disbelief.
Lin Qiye, with his head bowed, could only glimpse the flowing river of time above his head with his peripheral vision, his eyes also full of shock.
Within this domain, Uriel could trace both past and future? Was He a Seraph who controlled space-time? If so, how powerful must He have been when alive?
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu, nailed to the crosses, could only passively watch as the rivers of time above their heads continued to flow, with blurry images flashing through them. They couldn’t clearly see what was happening inside.
“An… Qing… yu…” Uriel’s insect eye stared at the future above An Qingyu’s head and said in a low voice, “Guilty of…”
“Hmm?”
Just as He uttered the word “guilty,” a light questioning sound floated from the river of time above Lin Qiye’s head.
That voice seemed to come from infinitely far away, yet also seemed to be right at hand. The moment this voice appeared, Uriel, Lin Qiye, An Qingyu, and the excited flesh ball souls below all froze in place.
In Uriel’s eye socket, the two split red insects writhed violently, quickly merging into one complete eye, staring fixedly at the river of time above Lin Qiye’s head.
In Lin Qiye’s peripheral vision, a blurry figure emerged. He stood in the river of time, like a shadow behind frosted glass, only a vague outline visible.
“…Who is peering at me…”
That voice came again from the river of time. The blurry figure raised his hand and forcefully knocked on the frosted glass-like river of time!
Crack—!
With a crisp explosive sound, the barrier between past and future was forcibly shattered at one corner, and a figure from the future slowly took shape.
