"Tsk, tsk. What a pitiful bunch."
"Freya, that's what the Book of Memories calls you. I should thank you for leading the way for me, but they have no idea that you were the one who led me here."
"So do you really not want them to experience the light just once, so their souls can be freed?"
"Listen to those screams from the depths of their souls, as though they're being cut into a thousand pieces. Is this the Heaven you brought them?"
Wu Heng casually flipped through the book. The lingering, threadlike connection between the souls caused the sliced souls to suffer piercing agony.
They also felt the shame of having every secret in their hearts laid bare.
Trembling in terror, the soul of this demon-level angel was practically driven mad!
Wu Heng extracted a portion of her pain and displayed it before the holy angel Freya.
This extracted sensory aura was a hundred times more real than even the most lifelike holographic illusion.
Because it came from reality, and those who witnessed it could truly empathize with it.
This was merely an external application of the Cenobites' "sensory organs." At the Hell level, it was nothing remarkable.
Which was why it was also the most real.
When the holy angel Freya saw that mass of suffering, her body suddenly trembled.
"Perhaps... I shouldn't be admonishing you at a time like this. I should wait until Heaven returns!" Her voice carried a trace of melancholy.
The sigh of a Hell Lord—if its emotions were spread outward—would be enough to make all humanity weep.
It was an unbelievable thing, yet it had happened nonetheless.
"In that case, let me do one last thing for them. But Lord of Blood Floss Hell, you will regret what you have done today!"