The crimson world was like a prelude to the coming of hell, and all the sinners within it had snapped the last string of their sanity.
"Ahhh—it's here! It's here! It's here!" A police officer who had been amusing himself with the Cursed Children knelt on the ground, clutching his head.
"Please spare me, God! I will atone properly, I will atone!" A shop owner had no strength left, curled up, wailing.
"I knew I shouldn't have joined ISO, I'm going to die, I'm really going to die, wuwuwu!" An ISO security guard cried hysterically.
No matter how insane the sinners were before the Great Judgment, they were now sprawled on the ground, wailing and crying.
No one could be violent in this crimson world; they would only fall into endless despair.
"This is the Great Judgment—the entire world—"
The Holy Son covered her mouth with her hands as she looked at the satellite images.
Human technology had not regressed due to the Gastrea; on the contrary, it had made significant progress, though this progress was primarily in weaponry.
Earth satellites were the only human technology that had not been altered by the Gastrea.
In the satellite image, the originally blue planet had turned crimson.
At this moment, the high-ranking officials around the world who still possessed their sanity had hidden in underground bunkers.
These people believed that God's Great Judgment would involve descending lightning, great fires, or a world-ending flood.
When they saw the crimson planet via satellite, they were so shocked that they didn't even realize they had wet their pants.
"Too, too exaggerated! The whole planet has…" Sima Wei Zhi stared blankly at the monitor, then quickly came back to her senses.
"That's God. Not to mention changing the world's color, isn't it only natural for Him to destroy the entire planet? He is the omniscient and omnipotent God."
"How will God punish those wicked people?"
Before she could ponder this question, flames appeared in the city.
"Ahhh—" Some sinners were engulfed in crimson flames, screaming hysterically, rolling around, unable to extinguish the fire no matter what.
Immediately after, one sinner after another spontaneously combusted, their hysterical screams echoing endlessly.
"It hurts so much—! Help, help me—!"
These flames were their sins. The deeper their sins, the slower they burned.
They would not die during the burning process, nor would their bodies show any signs of being scorched.
When their sins were completely burned away, they would turn into a wisp of gray smoke with a pop, leaving nothing, not even their souls.
Throughout the Tokyo Area, spontaneously combusting sinners appeared densely, screaming, shouting, and pleading for help. Those by the river jumped into it, while those in high-rise buildings, in agony, jumped to end their lives.
However, even if their bodies died, their souls would continue to burn.
Heart-wrenching sounds, a crimson world, spontaneously combusting sinners.
The entire world became hell at this moment.
"Gulp," Tendo Kisara swallowed, looking at Tokyo, which resembled hell. Even she, who had just slaughtered the Tendo, felt fear and despair.
"Is this God's Great Judgment for sinners?"
She had learned about God, especially the myths of Christianity.
In the stories, human sins would bring about God's destruction of the world, and the world would be reborn in the apocalypse.
So, this was what the night before the new birth was like.
"I was careless—" Tendo Kisara now regretted killing the Tendo; she should have let them experience the Great Judgment. At this moment, agonizing wails reached her ears, and the familiar sound made her turn back instantly.
In the Tendo residence, a dozen translucent figures were being burned by crimson flames, their screams heart-rending.
"Th-that's—souls!" Tendo Kisara was stunned.
"Does God's Great Judgment even burn souls to ash?"
At this time, in the Osaka Area.
The President of the Osaka Area, Saibu Genzo, was hiding in an underground nuclear shelter.
"How could this be! How could this be! Even hiding hundreds of meters underground won't escape it!" Although he was 63 years old, Saibu Genzo, still strong and robust, was having a nervous breakdown, sniffling as he watched his subordinates being burned.
Some subordinates couldn't bear it and directly drew their guns and shot themselves, but after death, their souls crawled out of their bodies and were still burned by the flames.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Saibu Genzo was so scared that he turned into an idiot, his pants instantly wet, his eyelids rolling, and drooling.
ISO base in the Tokyo Area.
A golden Heavenly Realm Gate appeared inside.
At this time, the entire base was already in chaos, with some sinners burning in flames, either rolling hysterically or charging wildly.
"Help, help! Don't come over! Don't come over!" Those who had not yet been judged had already gone insane, constantly shooting at the spontaneously combusting people.
Even if they were shot dead, the flames did not stop.
When they saw that even their souls would be burned, leaving nothing behind, they had completely despaired, and their self-awareness had gone mad.
"Stone Breathing! Serpentine Rock · Twin Extremes!"
Gyomei Himejima emerged from the Heavenly Realm Gate, and after seeing the scene before him, he unhesitatingly threw his flail and broadaxe.
The air was instantly torn apart, producing a harsh sonic boom, and all the walls in front were shattered.
Boom!
Even the entire ISO base was shaken, jumping up two or three centimeters, and the buildings were covered in cracks.
All the living ISO members along the way were blasted into fragments. Even their bones were no larger than one centimeter, and their souls began to burn the moment they were blasted to death.
Don't think that dying before the Great Judgment will allow you to escape; the Great Judgment descends upon the soul the moment of death.
"They truly deserve to die!" The reason Gyomei Himejima suddenly attacked was that he appeared in the research area.
Deceased children were soaked in glass jars filled with formalin, piled high around the area. A rough estimate put the number at over a hundred.
All these children died during their training to become Initiators.
Initiator training, to put it plainly, was like raising vipers: for one to become an Initiator, at least three would die in hellish training, unless they were Cursed Children excelling in intelligence or special abilities.
Humming—
"Base under attack, base under attack, entering safe mode."
White dense fog began to appear in some parts of the base.
This dense fog was entirely anesthetic, specifically designed to prevent the Cursed Children from resisting.
"Hmph!" Gyomei Himejima snorted coldly, crushing a vial of clear, colorless gas in his hand, which instantly diffused.
All harmful substances were suppressed and dissipated.
"Cough, cough, cough," a blonde girl with braids on both sides of her bangs ran out from a Fracture wall, coughing.
"Hmm." Gyomei Himejima quickly turned around. Although his eyes couldn't see, his heart could. Seeing that it was a child, his expression instantly softened: "Good child, I am here to save you."
"I, I know, Divine Messenger. God has already told us. My name is Thousand Life Summer World. Everyone is separately confined in the underground training area. Please follow me."