The situation across the world showed little improvement. The Serpent's aura of fear had enveloped the globe, casting a suffocating shadow over humanity. Except for those with unyielding willpower, most people felt as though an icy gun was pressed against their temples at all times. This insidious sensation, like a parasitic worm, eroded their sanity like a slow-acting poison, driving even the strongest to the brink of madness. Consequently, suicide rates and robbery incidents surged relentlessly worldwide.
At the Demon Group headquarters, a radiant white light emanated from Xiao Yu's hands, enveloping the entire facility and shielding it from the pervasive fear.
"Xiao Yu has become so powerful!" Penny exclaimed, her face brimming with admiration.
"I want to be a goddess too," Nina said, her voice tinged with envy.
"Goddess! Goddess!" Morgan chirped, echoing the sentiment.
Xiao Yu's nose tilted upward with pride. She wasn't as useless as Hela had claimed.
Nearby, Damian trained silently, his thoughts heavy with self-criticism. He still felt too weak.
In San Francisco, a father gazed at his sobbing daughter, tears welling in his eyes. "Daddy, it hurts so much!" she cried.
"Tiffany, hold on just a little longer," he urged, his voice trembling. In his hand, he clutched a pistol, repeatedly raising and lowering it. He knew a single pull of the trigger could end all their pain.
"Waaah, Daddy…" Her cries pierced his heart like a dagger.
"Demon King!" he muttered in despair, raising the gun to his temple, his finger brushing the trigger.
Just as he prepared to end the torment, a voice boomed through televisions, street screens, and community radios worldwide: "All humans on Earth, listen carefully to what I am about to say."
Everyone—those crying, contemplating suicide, or committing crimes—froze. On the screens appeared an elderly figure clad in an ornate black robe.
"I am the Pope of the Demon King Sect," the figure declared. "I know you are suffering greatly, but you must persevere. This is the Fear God's provocation against the Demon King's domain. Your deaths will only nourish our enemy. According to the Demon King Sect's teachings, dying now is aiding the enemy. Those who perish will fall into the eighteen layers of hell, enduring a century of torment tailored to the manner of their death. Allow me to explain the first layer…"
The Pope spoke deliberately, his vivid and animated descriptions painting a chilling picture. Cold sweat dripped from people worldwide, and even children's cries softened, their eyes widening with growing terror.
Question: What is the best way to soothe someone gripped by fear?
Answer: Instill an even greater fear.
Suicidal individuals hurled their knives and guns far away. The temporary pain of life paled in comparison to a hundred years of torment—they knew which was worse.
In a dark alley, a middle-aged man pleaded with a burly thug, "No, please don't kill me! I don't want to be thrown into a boiling oil cauldron!"
The thug sneered, "Give me all your money."
Soon, the thug held a wallet, a phone, and passwords, his eyes gleaming with greed.
The Pope's voice continued: "Furthermore, those who commit robbery, murder, rape, or theft during this chaos will receive an eighteen-day deluxe tour of the eighteen layers of hell, complete with personal demon escorts…"
The thug's face paled, sweat pouring as he hurriedly returned the stolen items. "I-I didn't rob you! I was just picking up what the owner dropped to return it!"
Similar scenes unfolded globally. Criminals turned themselves in, offered reparations, and did everything possible to atone for their wrongs.
The Serpent furrowed his brow. The volume of fear had suddenly diminished. Mortal plans were indeed unreliable, but what he had gathered was sufficient.
"It is time," he declared. "My power is now great enough to slaughter Odin and all of Asgard. Prepare to meet your final destiny."
A surge of fear energy erupted from the Serpent, causing the palace beneath his feet and the surrounding earth to tremble violently.
"Father, what about the prophecy?" Skadi asked, her voice laced with concern. The prophecy foretold that the Fear God would be slain by Odin's son, perishing together.
"That is where you come in, my daughter," the Serpent replied, fixing his gaze on her. "Are you willing to give everything for me?"
"Of course, Father," Skadi answered, her eyes brimming with loyalty. "Everything I am is because of you."
In New York, the ground in the city center split open, revealing a massive chasm. A colossal floating island slowly ascended, rising above the city. Dense bolts of lightning, like silver serpents, poured from the island, striking the ground below with relentless fury. Buildings collapsed, and vehicles exploded into flames, yet miraculously, no lives were lost.
Other areas of New York were packed with dense crowds of people.
"That was too close. I couldn't have managed alone," Quicksilver said, glancing at FAIZ beside him.
"Ha! Tremble and kneel before the true god!" the Serpent roared, laughing maniacally as he guided the floating island forward. "Usurper, I've come to reclaim my throne!"
A blue beam shot from a distance, aimed directly at the Serpent's face. He caught it with a raised hand—a deformed artillery shell.
Following the beam's trajectory, his gaze landed on a green-haired woman standing atop a skyscraper, staring at him coldly. "Here, you'll only find your tombstone," she declared.
"Tombstone? The entire world will beg for my mercy!" the Serpent sneered.
From the floating island, Nazi robots and Cyclopes emerged, landing in the city below and wreaking havoc. The Serpent raised his weapon, the [Serpent's Fang], as black lightning began to gather.
Lorna reacted swiftly, firing electromagnetic cannons to stop him, but the relentless waves of Nazi robots and Cyclopes shielded him with their bodies.
"Fear me!" the Serpent bellowed. In an instant, a beam of energy composed of lightning shot from the [Serpent's Fang]. The air itself seemed to ignite, crackling with power. The divine force behind the attack was nearly unstoppable.
Lorna had no time to escape, forced to watch the devastating beam approach. At Chino Manor, Pamela raised her hand briefly before lowering it.
Just as the beam was about to strike, five black walls materialized in front of Lorna. The energy beam shattered the first four but stopped at the final wall.
In the sky, a helmeted figure descended onto the black wall, his face dark with fury and murderous intent. "What do you think you're doing to my daughter?" he roared.
The Serpent recognized him—the blasphemer who had stolen his [Serpent's Fang]. "Blasphemer!" he snarled.
White and black beams shot simultaneously from Erik and the Serpent, clashing violently in midair. The collision unleashed a massive electromagnetic pulse, sparking fires in countless cars and appliances.
Erik raised both hands. The Nazi robots twisted and shattered, forming a dark cloud of metal in the sky. With a downward thrust, countless metal fragments precisely eliminated every monster, the remainder surging toward the Serpent.
Black lightning erupted around the Serpent, vaporizing the approaching metal shards. "Useless, blasphemer! Your power is too weak. Bring me a true god!"
A black bolt of lightning descended toward Erik's head. Several black stone spikes, sharp as swords, fell from the sky, intercepting the lethal strike with pinpoint accuracy. The collision of stone and lightning produced a deafening explosion, scattering sparks.
Unique Quote: "Fear may grip the world, but courage rises to meet it."
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