Thousands of beams of divine brilliance gathered across the heavens.
Liu Che's power was once again sublimated.
Though he had yet to reach the threshold of the Main God Realm, he was already halfway there.
At this moment, the world within the Divine Domain was bathed in countless divine lights. The goddesses who cultivated the Law of Light underwent a remarkable evolution.
Among them, the most prominent were Elizabeth Swann and Shi Feixuan.
Elizabeth had revised her comprehension of the Law of Light midway through, and under the radiance of divine brilliance, both of them saw significant improvements.
Others only experienced partial enhancements.
Yet, following the blinding light came endless darkness.
Light and darkness are eternally intertwined.
Liu Che had no intention of following a singular cultivation path. With the support of his chat group, he knew that countless attribute laws would eventually become accessible to him.
"This will do for now..."
Light and darkness gradually regained balance, although light still held the upper hand across heaven and earth.
Hellblazer World.
Constantine sat in a dimly lit bar, a place supposedly home to the neutral factions of the Three Realms.
But now?
Those so-called "neutral" parties had been completely dismantled.
Neutrality?
Heh. In the presence of the Eternal God, there was only one choice—submission.
Constantine took a slow drag from his cigarette, his gaze fixed on the horrified neutral being trembling at his feet.
A wry smile tugged at his lips.
"Midnight… this is what you call neutrality?"
Not far from him, the man named Midnight, who had partially manifested his demon form, was now pinned to the floor by a thunder spear.
Each time he tried to struggle, the spear unleashed a trace of divine lightning that tore at his demonic body.
The forging technique behind the thunder spear had been taught to Constantine by Dashan Chu.
He had chosen the power of thunder.
In every world, thunder was always the bane of evil. It had devastating destructive potential. Even though it was just another elemental attribute within magical systems, against demons, thunder was uniquely effective.
The demon's name? Mammon—the son of Satan himself.
Of course, Midnight wasn't afraid of Satan. As a being of considerable power, he believed that even if Satan descended upon the Earth, he could still negotiate a favorable position.
What truly terrified Midnight was the man in front of him—a grinning devil of a man who used to be a sickly, chain-smoking ghost with lung cancer.
He had identified Mammon instantly and bowed to no higher power.
When Constantine had stormed in moments ago, Midnight had been furious. He had attempted to subdue Constantine with spiritual power.
But Constantine hadn't even moved.
Instead, a skinny kid with sharp eyes had rushed out and with a single kick, left Midnight seriously injured.
"What do you want, Constantine...?"
Midnight lifted his head. His eyes sparkled with confusion and fear.
If Constantine had wanted him dead, he could have killed him the moment he walked in.
That terrifying thunder spear—Midnight knew he could never resist it.
"What do I want? No… the real question is, what does the Eternal God want?"
Constantine's voice was low and cold.
"To God and Satan alike, we humans are nothing more than meat—fodder for their games.
But in the eyes of the Eternal God, we are beloved.
So, Mr. Midnight, I ask for your help... to overthrow these two bastards."
Constantine ignored Mammon's seething glare and laid his cards on the table.
The human world should be governed by humans.
And if there must be a god—then let it be the Eternal God: one truly selfless, loving, and righteous.
"Of course, you could refuse," Constantine added, a devilish smirk on his face. "At the cost of total annihilation—body and soul."
Boom!
A flash of thunderous light erupted beside him.
Mammon—the son of Satan—let out a final, tortured scream as he was reduced to a pile of ashes.
Even his soul had been obliterated.
There were many more demons in the bar, but they had all been dealt with.
Constantine looked at Midnight, brandishing the Trial Thunder Spear once again.
"I'm willing to submit..." Midnight said hesitantly, "But don't expect me to worship your Eternal God."
"You want to be a hired hand? Fine… But don't expect to be preaching on my watch."
He really did want to join the Eternal Church.
Now that manpower was scarce, they were recruiting anyone they could as divine envoys.
But once their numbers grew?
Then, even entering the religion would require starting as a believer—earning merit before being elevated to a divine role.
From beside him, Hannah stepped forward and asked, "What's the next move, Master Constantine?"
The sixty remaining followers all looked toward their leader.
Constantine flicked his cigarette to the floor, crushed it underfoot, and stood with flair.
"Expand our believers. Build our strength. And prepare to hunt down God's messenger—Gabriel."
In today's world, injustice and evil were everywhere.
With the rise of the Eternal Church, countless people had taken notice.
Many of its earliest followers came from hospitals.
For those teetering on the edge of death, any power offering salvation—even that of an evil god—was something to cling to.
But it wasn't just patients. Doctors, too, joined the faith.
Even the most unskilled physician still carried the will to heal and save.
Many of them had once believed in God, thinking good deeds and selflessness would earn them a place in heaven.
Now, the Eternal Church proved all of that to be nonsense.
No more lies. No more vague promises.
The Eternal Church had proven, time and again, that its blessings could cure all diseases!
Real miracles—visible, measurable, and replicable.
Time after time, undeniable proof emerged.
It was a dark and stormy night.
A fierce wind howled across the land. The brilliant white moon was veiled by ominous black clouds.
On the rooftop of a towering skyscraper…
An angel stood high above, overlooking the world.
In the building across from her, thousands had already joined the Eternal Religion.
Initially, she believed that after forcing Constantine into retreat, he would wallow in despair for a few days.
But to her surprise, the world had chosen a third option.
A strange god—one whose power defied all logic.
"What kind of abomination dares to intervene in the human world…? Let me see it for myself."
The blonde angel stepped forward.
Her six wings spread behind her as she descended directly into the building.
Boom!
The glass cracked as the floors trembled violently.
The power of an angel was on full display.
Waves of pure white brilliance exploded outward, striking the nearby believers.
For ordinary people—or even demons—such an attack would have been fatal.
But to the followers of the Eternal God, it was merely a minor inconvenience.
They couldn't avoid the blasts entirely, but at most, they suffered surface-level wounds.
Dozens of people pushed themselves up from the floor, glaring mockingly at the pale-gray wings floating above them.
Then, footsteps echoed behind them.
Constantine, Midnight, and Hannah stepped forward, facing Gabriel head-on.
"Hey… So this is God's so-called messenger? All pure on the outside, but pitch-black within."
"Tch. Hannah, you don't get it. She's deep undercover—can't wait to throw herself into Satan's arms."
"Look around. Heaven and Hell are nothing but illusions crafted by hypocrites. Neither is fit for us. The Eternal Domain… that is the final haven for humankind."
Constantine's voice roared with conviction. His body blurred into an afterimage as he surged toward Gabriel.
With one punch—
The fallen angel was sent flying.
Gabriel caught herself midair, wings fluttering to stabilize her. Her face was full of shock.
"Constantine… How did you become so powerful? Did the Eternal God give you this strength?"
It hadn't even been five days.
And yet the man before her wielded terrifying power.
Of course she was shaken.
Standing on the shattered remains of the building, Constantine sneered coldly.
"The greatness of the Eternal God surpasses those two mongrels you serve."
He extended an arm toward her. "And you… you are my first offering to Him."
Whirrrrr—
Thousands of metallic nails launched from the building's windows and walls, swarming Gabriel like a cloud of steel.
"You dare underestimate me?" Gabriel scoffed, flipping her golden curls with disdain. "Even fallen, I'm still an angel. Holy water and cheap tricks don't work on me."
"Oh really?"
As the first nails pierced her skin, Gabriel's eyes widened.
Only then did she understand Constantine's words.
The material might have been ordinary steel, but the divine energy infused within was anything but.
Each nail burst through her defenses like a blade through paper.
Her angelic body—so revered, so untouchable—became terrifyingly fragile.
"No… You can't do this! God will punish you!"
"Satan won't forgive you either!!"
"You blasphemer—you can't treat a noble angel this way!!"
But without divine power, angels were no different than mortals with wings.
Constantine watched her horror grow and chuckled.
"You're not noble. You're just a filthy pawn."
He raised his hand.
A steel crossbow took form in his grasp.
Aiming carefully at the falling Gabriel, he slowly pulled the trigger.
Whoosh!
The steel bolt, trailing a rope, pierced through her shoulder and slammed her into the wall behind.
Pinned like a specimen.
The followers behind Constantine erupted with excitement.
"Woooo! That's all an angel's got?"
"Ha! Heaven's messenger? More like heaven's joke! Someday, I'll kill my way up there and kick that shameless bastard off his throne!"
"Where was your God when we were suffering? All He ever did was send us trials. Screw your God!!!"
"Alright, everyone," Midnight clapped loudly, drawing their attention back. "We've had our fun. We killed a false apostle, captured God's angel… Now it's time to prepare the altar."
Victory was sweet.
But they still had work to do.
Meanwhile, in a government facility a kilometer away…
Hannah smiled at a group of stiff-faced officials.
"So, gentlemen… You're still not ready to join our 'cult'?"
She gestured around.
"Just so we're clear—if both Heaven and Hell launch a full assault on the human world, don't say we didn't offer you a seat at the table."
Hunting angels—this operation had been Constantine's idea.
But Hannah? She had taken it a step further.
She invited an audience.
Military commanders. National leaders. Powerful figures.
Why not let them witness the power firsthand?
It was simple strategy—maximize the benefits, build political clout.
The officials exchanged wary glances.
Then one by one, they nodded.
Even if they ignored everything else… just the promise of extended lifespan was enough to tempt them.
Not to mention the Eternal God's miracles—curing all illness, breaking through mortal limits…
How could they say no?