Reborn as Humanity’s Emperor Across the Multiverse

Before long. 

At the western outskirts of Jerusalem, about 100 kilometers from Hell's Gate, an imposing defense line stood in the way. The line consisted of endless buildings and streets fused with spiked, flesh-covered, blood-soaked walls designed to block any advance toward Jerusalem's core. 

Behind these gruesome walls lived a multitude of corrupted beings, fallen humans, knights, and even defected nuns who had betrayed their faith and allied with Hell. 

Within this endless city of decay were rotting flesh and scattered bones. Countless cages held knights and nuns who, despite the hellish corruption, clung to their principles and refused to betray Heaven. 

Inside these cages, the fallen revelled in their depravity, subjecting the loyalists to grotesque tortures. 

For example, corrupted knights who had consumed unholy flesh, undergone chemical enhancements, and carved cursed scriptures into their bones would enter the cages to perform unspeakable acts. They would strip the skin off knights and nuns, force them to consume their own organs, or inject them with Hell's blasphemous viruses while keeping their minds agonizingly conscious. 

Some corrupted knights, consumed by their hatred for Heaven, would use blades to scrape off the scriptures etched into the bones of their former comrades, witnessing the divine punishment descend upon those who remained loyal. 

The punishment? 

A magnification of pain so intense it burned the loyalists into ash. 

The corrupted knights would laugh hysterically, mocking the prisoners: 

"See! Look at this God you serve and fear! 

"They remained loyal, yet they were still punished and burned alive! 

"Why should we worship such hypocritical trash? Join us! Hahaha! Serve Hell, and you will taste real freedom!" 

But the "freedom" they offered was simply enslavement to Hell's lords and demons. 

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The carnage extended beyond the walls to the battlefield, where the Holy Roman Empire's elite forces launched an assault. 

Boom! Boom! Rata-tat-tat! 

Soldiers advanced cautiously, using abandoned trenches and craters from heavy artillery fire as cover. Clad in full armor and octopus-like gas masks, they fought against the toxic fumes and corruption emanating from the area. 

The Holy Roman army brought tanks and armored vehicles reminiscent of early 20th-century designs, along with colossal artillery pieces exceeding 400mm and even some reaching 1000mm in caliber. 

Thousands of knights and tens of thousands of nuns charged ahead under the soldiers' cover, engaging massive, grotesque demon beasts and corrupted knights in direct combat. 

Hell's forces poured out from the blood-soaked walls, meeting the Empire's army in a ferocious stalemate. 

However, the Empire's attack wasn't a genuine offensive but a diversion. Their goal was to cover a group of holy knights infiltrating Jerusalem to breach Hell's Gate. Only the holy knights, immune to Hell's corrupting aura and intense heat, could approach the gate without losing their sanity or succumbing to madness. 

For ordinary humans, merely nearing Hell's Gate would reduce them to mindless husks, devoutly loyal to Hell within moments. 

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As the battle dragged on, the Roman army's strength began to wane. Supplies dwindled, ammunition ran low, and the logistics of sustaining such a large force in Hell's corrupted territory became increasingly untenable. 

Hell's forces, on the other hand, were endless. The corrupted traitors required no sustenance, and demons thrived in this domain. 

Seeing their situation deteriorate, the Empire's generals began contemplating retreat. They considered either retracing their path or advancing north to link up with Hungarian and Russian forces before returning to their own territory. 

However, before they could act, Hell's reinforcements arrived. 

Corrupted knights, nuns, undead hordes, and monstrous abominations swarmed the Roman army from all sides, cutting off any route of escape. The battle turned into a one-sided massacre. 

Amid the chaos, a colossal group of corrupted knights broke through the army's right flank, heading directly for the command center. The Roman commander's guard and a handful of knights and nuns fought desperately to prevent total collapse. 

Meanwhile, soldiers on the front lines were divided and isolated into small groups, forced to fight back-to-back. The overwhelming tide of demons, traitors, and undead threatened to consume them. 

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One soldier, out of ammunition, pulled a bayonet from his belt. His face, partially hidden by a gas mask, revealed sheer terror, but his eyes burned with defiance. Even in death, he refused to abandon his faith—or his hatred for Hell. 

"Kill as many as you can!" 

"Die with honor!" 

The soldier and his remaining comrades charged at a towering corrupted knight over 2.6 meters tall. 

"Kill!! For humanity! For glory!" 

The corrupted knight sneered. To it, the soldiers were moving in slow motion. 

With a flick of its bone whip, CRACK-BOOM! 

The soldier and half his comrades were flung away. The rest, struck in the head or chest, were killed instantly, their lifeless bodies collapsing like ragdolls. 

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The soldier, knocked to the ground and coughing up blood, found himself unmasked and exposed to the toxic fumes. Paralyzed and half-conscious, he watched helplessly as the corrupted knight approached, his reanimated comrades now stumbling toward him as undead. 

The knight's crimson eyes scanned the battlefield, its voice dripping with disdain: 

"Courageous but foolish. 

"Your options are simple: be devoured by your former comrades or renounce your God and join us." 

The knight paused, savoring the moment. 

To it, there was no greater pleasure than witnessing a soldier's despair as they were torn apart by their own comrades. 

"Damn you..." 

Muttering his final curse, the soldier, using what little strength remained, reached for a knife at his side, intending to end his life before the undead could claim him. 

But as he moved, an undead comrade lunged, tackling him to the ground. 

Rip! 

Its rotting teeth sank into his neck, tearing away flesh. The soldier's vision blurred from pain and blood loss. He knew death was inevitable. 

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And then— 

A radiant golden beam of light pierced the battlefield. 

Whoosh! 

The soldier's fading consciousness registered a surge of warmth and purity, a light so blinding it seemed to melt away the darkness itself. 

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Suddenly, the undead and corrupted knights disintegrated into ash. The Hellspawn recoiled, screeching as the golden light spread like wildfire across the battlefield, purging everything in its path. 

The soldier, barely clinging to life, whispered, "What... is that?" 

Before succumbing to unconsciousness, his final sight was the silhouette of a massive figure descending from the light, wielding a weapon of unimaginable brilliance. 

The tide of battle had turned.

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