"As long as it works."
The man named Yeats leaned back in his chair, reading without even looking up. "Golden Dawn isn't a reformatory."
"Then what is it?"
Lu Baiyan pressed on. "You destroyed Heaven and brought about the fall of the Ideal Kingdom. You've stirred up trouble in Hell for all these years. What was it all for?"
"To destroy this world, of course."
After placing his bookmark and closing the poetry collection in his hands, Yeats answered calmly, "In the literal sense. Every person, every place inhabited by people, every achievement and creation of mankind—erase them all completely, without leaving even a trace."
This man, who could almost be called refined, spoke of the most brutal thing in the world. After a slight pause, he told him meaningfully, "It's just that before then, some people must meet their end first."
Every remnant of the Ideal Kingdom, everyone attempting to rebuild the Heavenly Kingdom Lineage and restore the past, had to be destroyed and killed completely.
At any cost.
Just like the resolve Russell held.
If the two sides had once been able to barely maintain a shred of harmony in Hell while sabotaging one another, then now, there was only the most absolute break.
In the depths of Hell, the two branch campuses under Ramanujan and Ms. Chen had already begun a brutal war against the rulers.
Soon, Ivory Tower would also pay the price for its arrogance.
At that moment, as Yeats spoke, pairs of blood-red eyes slowly opened within the freight cars behind them, which should have been loaded with goods and lumber.
The sleeping legion had awakened.
The Solidifiers of Golden Dawn sensed the killing intent gradually drawing near.
At that moment, a scarlet perfect circle suddenly appeared above the Sky Dome. Four radiating beams