Jerusalem.
If people outside saw what was happening here now, they would be shocked to discover that this Holy Land, once held in the highest regard by believers around the world, had fallen into Hell.
Thick clouds blotted out the sky, blocking not only the satellites' view but all sunlight as well. Visibility had fallen until it was nearly as dark as night.
The entire city had become a bloody slaughterhouse. From Temple Mount downward, countless mangled corpses piled up in layers, spreading outward until they covered the ground.
"Sea of corpses and blood" was the most fitting way to describe the scene. It was no exaggeration at all.
At least three million believers had died here. Their bodies had piled up like mountains, while their blood flowed in countless thin streams toward the sky, pouring into Pestilence Knight Plate's body.
There was so much blood that it looked as if the entire city were being drenched by a crimson downpour. Yet every drop was flying upward, defying gravity.
Plate did not keep the immense power brought forth by the slaughter for himself. He sent it all into the Heavenly Gate in the sky.
Perhaps because of all the bloodshed, the Heavenly Gate, once resplendent in gold and jade, had taken on a faint reddish hue.
The Heavenly Gate could no longer be said to have a mere crack open. It had widened to at least the span of two palms—wide enough for a child to squeeze through.
Beyond the gate lay an endless, shadowy starry sky. The power offered up through the slaughter kept the gate open. The wider it opened, the more Evil God's power seeped through.
Evil God's power spread in every direction, turning more people into monsters and causing more slaughter. The power offered up then