Going against humanity and harming the collective interests of Human Civilization, acting as a tiger's accomplice—these were sins.
So how would sins be punished?
There were two criteria. The 130 sins from before would be quantified and calculated into the amount of time one had to burn. Their harmful thoughts would also become fuel for the Fire of Punishment. Unless they could truly reflect on their actions, sincerely acknowledge their mistakes with all their heart and soul, and be willing to atone for them, they would
burn in the flames for eternity.
Upon the Golden Throne, Lin Zhichen's gaze swept across the Milky Way Galaxy. By then, the Necron fleet had destroyed Nurgle's daemon army and, after a brief rest, returned to the galaxy. Countless Warship Wreckage littered the boundless depths of space.
From within his divine kingdom, he sensed a faint presence at a certain coordinate in the Fallen God Realm. The familiar rules, where life was entangled with viruses, let him recognize his "old friend" with ease.
"What exactly are you doing?"
A mysterious connection linked the divine kingdom to the Garden of Life. Nurgle, who was moving the Demonic Domain through a sea of blood mist, immediately noticed its spacetime dimensions shifting. An unimaginable force, like a magnet, locked onto the entire Demonic Domain and dragged it toward the unknown
realm.
"The Cursed One!" Nurgle was both shocked and furious. It immediately understood what was happening—damn it! In the last divine war, this loathsome Cursed One had not only killed it, but had also gained control over some of its plague rules. Taking advantage of the slight connection between their saintly essences, and using the principle that rules of the same origin attracted one another, its foe could pull it over from another world without even acting