Chapter 330: The Reappearance of the Tentacle Pillar Compressed from Countless Souls!
There was a world of difference between opening hell and creating hell.
The former meant opening a gate to hell, allowing one to enter and witness its horrors.
The latter meant personally crafting a scene that could truly be called hell.
And before everyone's eyes, as King Solomon's aberrant spell took effect, darkness spread outward from Diodora.
The dark ground seemed to come alive, writhing and squirming, making everyone caught within it tense, fearing what might suddenly emerge from the shadows below.
Abruptly, the darkness on the ground lit up like a television screen turning on—and images appeared.
It was a scene of imprisonment: a nun was pitifully nailed to a cross, and the one tormenting her was—Diodora?
In the end, the nun was brutally toyed with and killed by him.
So, what was this vision? Was it a recording of Diodora's past, showing how he had tortured a nun to death?
Suddenly, the nun who should have been dead in the vision seemed to gaze across time and space, locking eyes with Diodora in the present. Then, the nun began to laugh, as if she were about to crawl out of the image itself.
In the blink of an eye, the scenes shifted rapidly—each one depicting Diodora's various past acts of torture and murder. The dead seemed to be struggling to emerge from the visions, though they hadn't fully broken through yet.
It was like pressing a hand against a cloth from one side: on the other side, you could see the shape of the hand bulging out, but it could never pierce through the fabric.
Then, the images began switching at an even faster pace, showing all kinds of people who had died gruesome deaths—not limited to those killed by Diodora, but also those slain by devils.
The rapidly shifting scenes were deeply unsettling. Normally, such speed would make it impossible to discern any details, yet eerily, everyone's minds could clearly perceive every corner of each image.
It was as if these scenes were being directly implanted into their brains, becoming memories.
Suddenly, the shifting images cut off, as if a screen had been turned off, and the darkness returned.
At that moment, someone realized the darkness beneath their feet was no longer a calm surface but was squirming and writhing, sending chills down their spines.
The entire dark ground seemed to be buried with countless corpses, squirming like insects, straining to burst forth.
Abruptly, all the writhing converged toward one spot, causing the dark ground there to bulge and swell upward.
Finally, as if tearing through the darkness, the squirming mass broke through and emerged.
Was that... a giant octopus tentacle?
No, that's not right. It was a massive tentacle formed by the merging of countless human bodies.
"Why did you kill me?"
"Devil, devil..."
"Hate hate hate hate...."
"If devils can devour humans, then we shall devour devils...."
From this enormous tentacle came countless voices filled with human hatred, sending chills down the spines of all who witnessed it.
Even Rias and the others, who had once traveled to another world and seen even more horrifying tentacle pillars, swallowed nervously.
They had realized what punishment he intended to inflict upon Diodora.
The next second, the tip of this tentacle pillar—composed of what must have been over a hundred thousand people—plunged straight toward Diodora.
"Mmmphhh—!"
Diodora tried to scream in terror, but no sound emerged.
His mouth was forced open as the tentacle pierced inside, forcibly worming its way down his throat.
It was a bizarre sight—despite the tentacle's massive size, it somehow managed to enter through Diodora's stretched-open mouth.
And like a balloon, Diodora rapidly inflated as he was filled.
Witnessing this, everyone felt their backs drenched in cold sweat.
Boom—!
As if Diodora had exploded, an abnormal black-red light instantly swallowed everyone's vision.
When their sight gradually returned, everyone discovered the surroundings had transformed into a new, eerie scene.
Looking around, there were countless execution devices, each bound with innumerable lost souls—no, with Diodora.
Countless Diodoras were tied to the execution devices!
Upon closer inspection, someone quickly understood—these seemed to be the tragic ways those people had died in life?
In other words, Diodora was going to experience every single death suffered by those countless lost souls?
The next moment, the agonized screams of innumerable Diodoras forced everyone to cover their ears.
The sensation was like someone preparing to broadcast, but the system emitted a piercing noise before being properly adjusted.
So, one by one, they watched Diodora's execution in terror.
Witnessing this unprecedented hellish scene, no one doubted that even the most severe punishments in the actual hell couldn't compare to what was before their eyes.
Gradually, Diodora's screams ceased. He wasn't dead yet, but he was already broken.
Beside the countless versions of him, the spirits suddenly turned their eerie gazes toward the devils present.
Their hatred couldn't be appeased by Diodora alone, so they yearned to send the targeted devils onto these torture devices, making them experience the despair they once felt.
Thus, the other targeted devils felt their bodies grow so cold it was as if they were freezing solid.
They desperately wanted to flee immediately, but fear seemed to drain their strength, leaving their legs glued in place, unable to move.
"Wait—"
"No!"
"I'm willing to become your slave, King Solomon!"
The so-called representatives of the old devil forces, seeing the spirits closing in on them, screamed in terror and begged for mercy.
Especially when they noticed dark, writhing hands coiling around their feet, their fear reached its peak.
Suddenly, one devil couldn't bear it any longer and committed suicide!
As if suicide could escape the punishment worse than death, the others immediately followed suit.
Just as the last one was about to kill himself, everything vanished like a mirage.
The hell before them disappeared, and everyone returned to the real-world reception room.
It was as if everything they had just witnessed was an illusion.
But those who had committed suicide were truly dead.
And Diodora—this guy was still alive?
Yet his spirit had died, leaving behind nothing but a living corpse...