Seeing their companions die, the remaining Abyss Chanters did not turn pale with fear.
On the contrary, a sickly flush crept across their withered cheeks.
“Ah… such pure brutality…”
“Beautiful… truly beautiful…”
Not only did they fail to flee—they looked as though they had discovered an unrivaled treasure.
Their pupils dilated, greedy drool spilled from the corners of their mouths, and their bodies convulsed violently from excessive excitement.
At that moment, Luo Shaotian suddenly unleashed a furious roar—
“—ROAR!”
A wave of murderous psychic force exploded through the air, forming a blood-colored ripple visible to the naked eye.
Boom—
The ground cracked like a spiderweb.
In the distance, Yano Hotaru was forced back by the sheer killing intent, her hair standing on end.
But the two Abyss Chanters who faced the roar head-on looked as though they had been struck by overwhelming bliss.
“AAAAAH—!!!”
They screamed off-key as their knees buckled, collapsing into the pool of blood with a thud.
Not because their legs failed them, but because the crushing pressure that pierced straight into their brains felt so intoxicating that even the strength to stand was stripped away.
Divine Chosen might is terror to mortals— but to madmen, it is a blessing.
Luo Shaotian dragged his heavy steps forward, stopping before one of them.
BOOM—!!
No scream—only a dull impact.
That Abyss Chanter’s head was instantly crushed by a massive hand, bursting into a dazzling mist of red and white gore!
Then something utterly hair-raising happened.
The other enemy beside him was splattered across the face with warm brain matter and bone fragments.
He didn’t scream.
He didn’t run.
Instead, he stuck out his tongue and greedily licked the red-and-white mess from the corner of his mouth.
Then, crawling madly with both hands and feet, he willingly dragged himself to Luo Shaotian’s feet.
Knowing he was doomed, he hugged the giant’s bare crimson foot, pressed his face against it, and whimpered like a child:
“Give me… give me too…
such a perfect ending…”
Crack.
The dark-red foot came down heavily, precisely crushing his chest.
The crisp sound of his spine snapping echoed through the deathly silent hall, accompanied by his final, satisfied sigh.
“…So that’s how it is.”
The beast-like Abyss Chanter watching the scene showed no trace of sorrow.
“Crude. Savage… yet brimming with irresistible tension.”
He clapped elegantly, his voice trembling with excessive delight.
“You—have you already received the Mark of that being who sits upon the Brass Throne?”
He extended his crimson tongue, licking his lips as a broken smile spread across his face.
“Interesting… truly interesting! The collision of wrath and ecstasy… Since the stage has been set so perfectly, how could one not savor this feast?”
“Though the offerings are slightly incomplete… combined with the killing desire flooding this place, it’s enough to play the final symphony!”
He suddenly spread his arms wide and lifted his head, chanting rapturously to the void:
“With the pain of this body as bait, with the fall of the soul as the lure—”
“Please descend! Upon this stage filled with love, lust, and death!”
“—[Angel of Ecstasy · Seraphine]!”
At that instant, the three remaining Abyss Chanters wore expressions of manic joy.
Splrch—!
In perfect unison, they thrust their withered claws into their own chests without hesitation.
No doubt.
No pain.
Like plucking roses for a lover, they forcibly tore out their still-warm, beating hearts!
“For… ultimate… pleasure…”
They raised the hearts high, letting blood spray like fountains into the center of the magic array.
In that moment, the air no longer stank of blood— it reeked of rotten floral sweetness.
Countless [Siren Jellyfish] floating beneath the dome seemed drawn by a fatal allure, frantically converging on the cloud of blood mist.
They devoured and fused with one another, weaving together a blasphemous yet holy embryonic form of flesh.
“Not good—they’re sacrificing themselves!”
Yano Jin saw through their mutual-destruction intent and tried to rush forward to stop them, only to be tightly entangled by the rampaging man-spider monster.
“ROAR—!”
Luo Shaotian let out a beastlike bellow and charged without hesitation.
Bang! Bang!
Two punches flew—the bodies of the last two Abyss Chanters exploded like fireworks, bursting into a rain of blood.
But in the end… he was still a step too late.
The three hearts had already detonated midair, turning into an impossibly thick pink mist, fully activating the gate to the Hell of Ecstasy!
Humm—
An invisible repulsive force erupted from the center of the array.
It wasn’t violent— instead, it felt like countless gentle hands pressing softly yet irresistibly against everyone’s backs.
“Urgh…”
Everyone present—magical girls and even Luo Shaotian, avatar of terror—felt their knees weaken, crushed to the ground by that dreadful gentleness.
The pink mist parted like a stage curtain, slowly drawn aside by unseen hands.
Accompanied by faint music, a pure-white figure stepped forth from within, walking unsteadily.
What a… blasphemous beauty.
It bore the softest curves of a woman, yet the slender bone structure of a youth.
Its body was completely naked, save for countless blooming flesh-pink roses entwined around its shameful parts—opening and closing with each breath, releasing aphrodisiac pheromones.
Behind it unfurled a pair of sacred wings made of overlapping cicada wings, each feather bearing a closed golden eye.
That face was exquisitely perfect— yet carried a seductive allure that threatened to drag all existence into depravity.
It slowly lowered its head, long hair falling to gently brush the cheek of the final Abyss Chanter.
“Ah… angel… my angel…”
The Chanter gazed up in rapture, bloody tears streaming from his eyes.
“I can feel it… love… beyond pain…”
The beautiful being smiled, extending jade-like fingers to gently stroke his blood-smeared forehead.
Like a loving mother soothing a child about to sleep.
“You’ve done well, my child.”
A single crystal-clear tear fell from its compassionate eye.
Drip.
The tear landed on the Chanter’s brow.
In the next instant, he seemed to experience countless waves of ecstasy at once—his body arching violently into an impossible angle.
An expression of extreme distortion, extreme madness—yet extreme fulfillment—spread across his face.
“AAAAAAH—pleasure… absolute—AAAAAH!!”
With that final soul-melting sigh—
His body withered at the peak of its bloom, collapsing into ash, like a night-blooming cereus that burns itself out in an instant.
Beauty is death.
Love is poison.
[Angel of Ecstasy · Seraphine] has descended.
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