Three months—this was the maximum deadline Satan had given.
Chen Rui did not believe that the strongest pseudo-god of the Demon Realm was merely bluffing. In Satan's eyes, life was nothing more than a tool to be enslaved or toyed with. To achieve his goal, even wiping out every living thing in an empire would be no more than a passing remark.
Even if the three great empires chose submission, such a lingering existence could not last. Satan had made it very clear: his aim was to forge the entire Demon Realm into a unified nation where "those who believe in me shall live, and those who do not shall perish." The destruction of the three great empires was only a matter of time.
For everyone in this world, the sole purpose of survival would be to serve as a tool that supplied faith. Those unwilling to become such puppets would have only one road left—death.
Such methods were even more ruthless than those of the Temple of Light in the Surface World.
What Chen Rui could not understand was why Satan was so confident. With an incomplete Book of Destruction, how could he accomplish what the three angels, who possessed the complete Book of Creation, had failed to do?
Time was extremely tight now, and Chen Rui had no spare energy to ponder these matters. To overcome Satan's trial, schemes and clever tricks were no longer possible. There were only two words to rely on: strength.
Although he had displayed unfathomable power this time, causing Satan to cautiously choose withdrawal in the end, Chen Rui was far from a match for him in a true head-on battle. Moreover, the place he would be going to then was Satan's lair. Whether he could escape intact was still a question.
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