CHAPTER 478: CHAPTER 417 BEWITCHING ANGEL (COMBINED)_2

At that moment, Endora thought of something.

Perhaps...

She could shake this Great Angel from Heaven and let her father taste... the flavor of betrayal?

Endora’s gaze was filled with sinister cunning, her lips slightly parted as bewitching words were about to escape.

Schiller suddenly turned around and looked at Endora.

"You truly do not repent!"

The Great Angel said coldly, the desire in his eyes suddenly disappearing as if it had never existed.

Endora looked utterly astonished.

"That was close..."

Schiller thought to himself.

Just now, he had stopped the footsteps of his desire on the brink of corruption.

And this was all due to the cunning and deceit in Endora’s heart.

The grace of the Angels allowed Angels to see into others’ hearts.

As he was about to fall, he had inadvertently caught Endora’s gaze and realized that, if he fell, he would be fulfilling the wishes of this rebellious sinner.

If Endora had thought of nothing, Schiller felt that things would have been uncertain, and he might have really...

But, there are no ’if’s in life.

Schiller was grateful that he had not fallen.

Endora’s face contorted ferociously as she cursed in frustration,

"Wait and see! Just wait and see!

The ashes of desire will eventually reignite in you!"

...

...

The Great Angel did not proceed to the ninth level, but driven by curiosity, he came to the end of the eighth level, standing in the wind, gazing at the scene before him.

Schiller stood on the edge of the ninth level, hesitating, but he never took a step inside.

From that towering cliff looking towards the end, all he could see was an indescribable darkness, a place where light seemed never to have ventured, and just by gazing into it, Schiller was drawn to that profound darkness, almost reaching out to touch it.

Schiller suddenly realized that the ninth level of Hell was both a punishment and a grace.

Was there really nothing in the void?

After a long while, Schiller eventually shifted his gaze from there, trying his best to curb his curiosity, and began to prepare to leave this place and return to that perfectly good kingdom.

Dragon God Endora sprang up from somewhere behind Schiller, her gaze ominously fixed on the Great Angel.

Schiller stopped and asked,

"So, you still want to bewitch me?

Do you think you can bewitch me?"

At this, Endora slowly began to speak, her lips emitting a chilling cold,

"Tsk, tsk... No one can bewitch another, the only one who can bewitch is oneself."

Schiller paid no heed to Endora’s words.

Bewitch another? Could I, a Great Angel, bewitch myself?

"Endora, you are so unrepentant; I must say, the punishment you will receive will be the greatest in history."

Schiller spoke, his voice much like that of a judge looking down from on high.

Endora glared intensely at this high-and-mighty Angel,

"Great Angel, you have never tasted that flavor."

"Oh? What flavor?"

"Obeying oneself."

A fervent gleam surfaced in Endora’s pained and struggling eyes.

Schiller slightly turned his head, glancing sideward at this fallen Divine being.

"Obeying oneself! What a grand thing!

Listening to no voice but one’s own, caring for no will but one’s own!

Only by reaching such a lofty state might one live up to the name Divine!"

Endora knelt like a fanatic from the Mortal World, crazily repeating those few sentences.

A deep disgust welled up in Schiller’s eyes,

"All for this, you betrayed God?"

Endora rasped:

"Why not?

Mortals often say the Gods watch over everything we do."

And they did not realize that now the Gods themselves were being scrutinized by the law.

"Great Angel, do you desire to have shackles on your body and a cage around you?"

Schiller simply sneered in response:

"Even though Heaven had not descended, within your old order, when did you truly obey your own commands?

The covenant of your Gods restricted you, even when facing disobedient mortals, you were unable to do as you wished.

Obeying oneself, that was something you never possessed."

Despite his mockery of the current Endora, Schiller had unknowingly turned to face this fallen Divine.

"Yes, even within the old order of Shan’en, we never truly obeyed our own.

Because we never possessed it, we had to pursue it!"

Next, as if not hearing Schiller’s mockery, Endora bowed her head and furiously recounted:

"Do you know? After coming here, how much I wanted to go to the ninth layer of Hell!

You don’t know! You don’t know!

Everyone says that there’s nothing but void there.

But having the void is enough,

There, there are no bodies, no senses, no light, no good or evil...

There, there are not even Gods!

Only there could one truly follow one’s own commands!"

Endora’s delirious words fell on the Great Angel’s ears as he stared at this Divine being tormented by punishment and shook his head after a long time.

"You’ve gone mad."

Schiller said so.

Dragon God Endora’s eyes were bloodshot, she had fallen into her own thoughts and started to curse wildly,

"I almost had everything! I curse you, my father!

The noble kingdom, I curse you!

Oh... Primordial Will... your power is so vast, you possess the closest power to the father, yet why do you lack reason?! I curse you!"

Amidst the continuous curses, the eighth layer of Hell began to tremble once more, causing this punished sinner to wander in deeper agony.

Schiller left the eighth layer of Hell.

Everything he saw in Hell disgusted him intensely, the Great Angel wished the souls inside to suffer eternal punishment, without forgiveness today, tomorrow, a month, a year, ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years from now, forever and ever.

But these were not up to his will.

An unknown sense of helplessness swept over his soul, accompanied by a profound sense of powerlessness.

"All of this... is not up to me, but up to God..."

Schiller murmured softly.

Yes... whether it is Heaven or Hell, it is not up to his own will.

"Obey oneself..."

Oddly, this phrase appeared in his ear.

Schiller suddenly turned back to find absolutely no one near him, nothing all around; he didn’t know where the phrase came from, as it suddenly entered his ear.

As if brought by the wind.

"Obey oneself..."

The phrase fell into his ears again, the Great Angel found his hands shaking, cold sweat dripping down his neck, he didn’t know when he had knelt down in an empty wilderness, the cold chill sweeping over his soul.

As the wind swept by, the startled Schiller felt as if someone was whispering the same phrase in his ear,

"Obey..."

As Schiller heard half of it, he suddenly realized his lips slightly parting,

"oneself."

It turned out he was talking to himself.

His own words carried a kind of eerie seduction, like the allure of poppies, enticing one to fall.

The Great Angel suddenly questioned himself:

"Schiller, are you going to be bewitched?!"

With the voice falling, Schiller finally calmed down. He gasped heavily, stood up, looked around, pressed his hands together in prayer, constantly seeking peace, and vowing never to set foot in Hell again.

Hell... for an Angel, it really was not a good place.

This journey, for him, had no benefit,

He only realized that the deeper he delved into darkness, the more the value of light was witnessed.

It was like... a contrast.

Schiller mumbled absentmindedly:

"A necessary contrast, as if only when the people here suffer eternal punishment, the beauty of Heaven can last forever."