They shoved and crowded together, driving the people ahead of them into a dead end with nowhere to run.
The demons grinned wickedly, opening their bloody maws to reveal sharp fangs as they tore the mortals apart. Their laughter echoed through the night, filled with cruelty and evil.
In the end, the baby's cries abruptly ceased, and the mother's voice gradually faded away. The imagined hero never came.
There was no hope, no miracle.
In the real world.
Everyone stared blankly at the horrific scene.
Many emotional viewers could not help shedding tears.
"What a pitiful mother and child." Holy Keisha could not help sighing.
She truly could not bear to watch such a scene.
The young angels could not endure such a tragedy either.
"Why didn't that protagonist appear?" Angel Zhi Xin could not help asking.
"I thought he would descend like a hero," Angel Yan said gravely. "But he never came."
"There were no miracles, no hope." Angel Zhui's expression was heavy. "They prayed for the God Emperor's salvation, yet the God Emperor did not answer them."
"Perhaps he was occupied with other matters," Holy Keisha guessed.
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Yun Ming remained silent as well.
This was a misfortune, but wasn't it also a kind of fortune?
Struggling in hell, perhaps death was a release?
Within the simulation.
Flames and blood spread without restraint, like a burning hell. The demons' tide of slaughter surged like raging waves, while the shrieking Brass-Etched Skulls and flaming spears formed from Warp energy shook the sky like thunder.
They charged madly from every direction at the enormous, majestic golden gate ahead.
Before the golden gate.
Countless Custodian warriors, their armor stained with filthy blood, were locked in a breathtaking Desperate Fight against Khorne's army.
On this battlefield where life and death intertwined, Simulation