Chapter 298 I'm Not Going Anywhere! (6300 words, Monthly Pass Request at the End of the Month~)

The Jiang Ling Hui (Spirit Descent Society), in essence, is a collection of madmen and those who yearn for the power of madmen.

Initially, it was just an ordinary underground church—the earliest prototype of the Jiang Ling Hui (Spirit Descent Society) that I know of came from a small sect that existed seven hundred years ago on the border between the countries of Zhu and Southeast Asia.

It followed the primitive witchcraft and Gu (a type of poisonous witchcraft) belief. The leaders of the sect were skilled in Jiangtou (a type of black magic), Yansheng (a type of witchcraft to ward off evil), and curses that harmed crops and livestock, causing some villages to have no harvest and even spreading plagues. Therefore, they had considerable prestige in the local area, were respected and worshiped, and were offered sacrifices by countless people.

One day, an old man who had devoted all his money, even his daughter, was kicked away because he could no longer be squeezed for more value. He could only watch the other party shake a drum made of his daughter's skin and issue an expulsion order against him.

This is not actually tragic, because it was he who cursed the neighbor's fields to wither in order to obtain more favors, and hoped that his family would have another boy, so he offered up his nine-year-old daughter—it's just that a greedy and vicious guy met an even more greedy and vicious guy, that's all.

And he was the initial leader of the Jiang Ling Hui (Spirit Descent Society). In the despair of having nothing and being extremely resentful, he heard a trace of 'revelation'.

I don't know which god's inheritance he obtained, but it is very clear that the old man killed the leader of that small sect, occupied his organization, and then did exactly the same thing as the original leader, even more vicious and terrifying—he would eat the souls of those who could not offer tribute as punishment, or make certain places only produce deformed children.

It is said that the already dead Shepherd learned some of the experience stories of this old leader from seven hundred years ago. When he was still alive, he often praised and sighed, saying that modern people's thinking was really limited, so that in terms of viciousness, he, a good modern person, was actually inferior to the ancients hundreds of years ago.

After all, they mostly cultivate Jianmin (despicable people) on remote islands and use them as human livestock to increase the number of celestial factors, because living beings with spiritual talent and wisdom can accelerate the proliferation of celestial factors, while other creatures are too inefficient, and the organization doesn't have much money, so it needs to be used wisely.

Naturally, we rarely eat human meat, and we don't randomly slaughter people, or use human organs and skin to make 'art products', and we don't waste human lives, because they are our property and source of power.

We have our own purpose every time we kill someone, either to cause local turmoil, or to promote the influence of the Jiang Ling Hui (Spirit Descent Society), scare and induce those locals who have nothing to join us, at least those people die meaningfully.

"We can also be considered to maintain stability in a roundabout way." At this time, the Reborn, who had a similar smell to the Shepherd, would even sigh like this when chatting: "After all, those poor people have no meaning in living, we help them end this life and spend wonderful days instead of them, how can it not be a good thing."

"Yes." And the Shepherd, who was still alive at that time, would lick a soul crystal he made himself and reply with a smile. For him, who had obtained the inheritance of the 'Lord of Silence' lineage, the curses and vows in the soul could provide power, but the most delicious thing was the soul itself: "Anyway, they have nothing, so it's better for us to find some value in them."

Boring topic.

I never answer their feelings and inquiries, because all of this is boring.

Life is always painful, whether poor or rich.

Whether it is those human meat crops, or ordinary members who yearn for extraordinary power and join the Jiang Ling Hui (Spirit Descent Society), or the leaders and confidants who have obtained the inheritance of the gods, our ending is destined to be painful and desperate.

Those official transcendents who chase us, the international patrolmen who have always opposed us, or the elite hunters of various transcendent organizations, their ending is also destined to be like this, except for Enlightenment.

Even the gods…

Even the great existences.

They are now in pain… waiting for some existence that can free them.

I heard such a voice. This is an unprecedented revelation. I know why the gods spread revelations to empty and desperate people like us—because they are also full of pain.

Therefore, I know that the essence of life is a container of pain, and it will eventually be shattered, releasing the final thing.

Therefore, I will not speak, because as long as I open my mouth, my heart will be filled with unspeakable loneliness and endless emptiness.

It is precisely because of this that they call me the Silent One.

One of the leaders of the Jiang Ling Hui (Spirit Descent Society).

The number of leaders in the Jiang Ling Hui (Spirit Descent Society) varies. Only those who have listened to the revelation and obtained the inheritance of a certain god can be called leaders.

The dead 'Shepherd' obtained the power of the 'Lord of Silence', which can stir up a hundred ghosts at night and manipulate souls.

The 'Reborn', a strange old man known as immortal, obtained the inheritance of 'Lord Nirvana', which can burn the souls of others to extend his life. No one knows how long he has lived, and no one knows how many soul reserves he has. It is said that every feather on those huge wings represents an opportunity to start over.

These two guys used to have similar smells, and they often joined hands to harvest human livestock. One regarded souls as sweets, and the other regarded souls as inventory. They had a bit of mutual appreciation in terms of torturing people.

There is also the 'Soul Caller', who obtained the power of a void god named 'Lyuyan', whose every word and deed is a word of power. She can use the power of rules and laws to brainwash people. Basically, all new members have to be brainwashed by this strange woman to see if they are official spies.

The 'Planting Master' is a freak who has received the 'Divine Tree' revelation. He always says that human sins are deep. If you want to make the earth better, you need to eradicate the existence of humans. I admire his purpose, but his methods are too strange—this guy likes to plant human head trees, imprisoning human souls in the branches of the trees, and finally slowly dissolving them and turning them into spiritual energy.

He said that in this way, wood can be given spirituality, so that the world can better return to nature, but for the imprisoned souls, the ending is very painful.

The remaining two are especially special. One is called the 'Exchanger', who has obtained the inheritance of an unknown god. He can achieve various goals through equivalent exchange, whether it is to make luck better, or temporarily obtain a part of his power, or to improve his talent. He only needs to sacrifice what he wants to give through the exchange ceremony to get feedback.

He controls all the human sacrifice channels of the Jiang Ling Hui (Spirit Descent Society) in Africa, but they are basically for his own use and are very powerful.

And the last one, named 'Manipulator', she can control luck, see the trajectory of fate, and can cover them up—it is because of her that we have not been wiped out by the government so far, and even the number of organization members is increasing.

However, the Manipulator's desire to control is very strong. She likes to make her favorite people into living puppets and control them to live according to her own ideas. She has her own small kingdom in South Asia, where everything seems normal, but in fact, she has already converted them all into living puppets.

And I, the Silent One, Borneff, got the power called 'Twilight'.

I have no parents and was raised by a tavern owner. He used me as a tool for venting his desires when I grew up, and also asked me to prostitute myself. Of course, I don't hate him, because he made me grow up and let me receive education. In a sense, I am very grateful to him.

However, one day, he fell ill and even struggled painfully in bed, and I helped him end the pain.

"Why are you crying? Didn't you say you wanted to die because of the pain?"

"Is it… you don't want to die, then, do you want me to accompany you?"

"I can't speak anymore…"

After killing him, I spent several years in prison. Empty, I heard the apocalypse.

The voice from 'Twilight'.

—People are afraid of the coming of the end, but they are clearly craving death and doing all kinds of things to destroy themselves. I often see people indulging in drinking and getting drunk, and I often see people indulging in sex and even passing out in the hospital. I often see people fighting each other because of verbal disputes, and even pulling out guns to duel. I also often see people driving drunk and dancing with death.

They always say they don't want to die, but their souls and bodies are honest—they just want to die, but they need the help of others.

The self-destructive factor is buried in the foundation of everyone and even civilization.

I am sure of this.

I don't like to torture people, because their existence is already very painful. I don't like to kill people, but if I don't kill them, they will be even more painful.

So, in the past, I was always confused.

What is the difference between survival and death? In the final analysis, it is just something that is destined to usher in the end. Only by merging with death can we reach the final destination and complete satisfaction.

And in the apocalypse, 'Twilight' told me that there is no difference.

Since someone craves destruction but doesn't know it, then I don't need to explain it to them, just bring destruction to them.

This is sleep, rest, and a peaceful return.

This is my path.

"Going to the Demon Beast Realm with all our strength is equivalent to giving up all the foundations we have developed on Earth."

Before actually going to the Demon Beast Realm, the old man with wings who lost his friend, the Reborn, always nagged other leaders. He always frowned: "Borneff, I'm not questioning your choice, but if that's the case, is the price too high?"

This is of course the right choice.

On the earth where spiritual energy is revived, we will only be slowly drowned by the power of the government. Whether it is the Reborn, the Planter, or other leaders of the Jiang Ling Hui (Spirit Descent Society), they all come from remote small countries and have not received formal education, and I come from the country of Ross and have been cultivated by one of the best universities on earth. I am very clear that when a country's power is determined to eliminate an organization, then even the air will be against us.

However, what those countries are most afraid of now is not us nominal destroyers, but the chaos of the people at the bottom caused by the changes of the times—people's hearts are also a kind of power, and countries and civilizations depend on this power to exist, so they are naturally afraid of its subversion.

Therefore, the initial stage of the revival of spiritual energy is the golden period for the development of our forces, but after that, when the revival of spiritual energy gradually calms down and the people gradually adapt to the new world, we will be wiped out, or be driven to the poorest corners of the earth to be raised like stray dogs in a garbage dump.

Therefore, we must take the organization that has grown stronger to another world that they cannot reach before the big forces free up their hands.

Of course, this is just escape, and escape itself means failure.

The end is the destination—becoming a stray dog and being wiped out is the fate of the Jiang Ling Hui (Spirit Descent Society) and me. I am very clear about this.

But not now.

Before my end comes, I want to bring more and more ends… everything in the world is so painful, even the gods are, they are waiting for me to give them liberation.

The red-haired Slav stood at the forefront of the camp. He was strong and had a deep aura, as silent as a stone statue.

In the camp behind him, other leaders of the Jiang Ling Hui (Spirit Descent Society) were discussing in low voices.

"Borneff's state is not right recently… he is the one among us who listens to the most revelations."

The so-called revelation is the power echo about the gods of the void, just like the power that came from the distant space-time when the spiritual energy revived and exploded—all the leaders of the Jiang Ling Hui (Spirit Descent Society) are, in a sense, extremely talented in this respect, or they have shown 'abnormalities' far beyond ordinary people, so they can hear the voices of those existences, and even gain power from them.

The Soul Caller, a hot-bodied, soft-faced woman, shook a fan in her hand, covering half of her face: "The last operation in Europa accumulated enough advancement factors for him… although he himself said he didn't lose control, but I think…"

Before she could finish her words, suddenly, the sound of violent roars of beasts came from the distant Black Forest.

The beasts returning from hunting noticed that uninvited guests had appeared in their territory. The roars were both a warning and an attack—terrifying mental fluctuations mixed with the barbaric will aura, like a meteorite, crashing towards the direction of the camp.

And Borneff, standing at the forefront of the camp, was the first target.

The Silent One remained silent.

However, when the meteorite-like mental fluctuations were about to touch his body, a sound like a flame exploding suddenly sounded.

Boom—

Suddenly, a scarlet demon phantom over thirty meters high appeared in front of him.

This was a huge horned demon like a volcano, burning with scarlet flames all over its body. It had no eyes. In its eye sockets, blood-colored hellfire was burning, and the fuel of this fire was blood from nowhere and countless souls exuding painful wails.

The huge demon stared at the invisible mental fluctuations. Soon, with its gaze, the originally passionate and energetic will impact instantly became weak, like the breath of an old man who was extremely old, or like withered grass leaves, and finally dissipated into nothingness.

The huge demon did not move, but this was just a gaze.

And in the distance, the monster whose soul was severely damaged let out a cry of pain, but this did not completely dispel its aggressiveness, but instead aroused the anger of the king of the surrounding Black Forest.

A gust of evil wind struck, and the surrounding vegetation shook violently as if it had encountered a typhoon. A giant black tiger more than twenty meters long, with only scarlet light flashing in its eyes, burst out of the mountains and forests—then, without giving anyone time to react, accompanied by the bursting sound of air, the giant black tiger turned into a black shadow, instantly traversing hundreds of meters of space, and pounced on the scarlet demon.

This supersonic burst, and this fierce pounce of more than a thousand tons, even a cultivator at the peak of transcendence would find it difficult to catch directly!

However, Borneff still did not move.

And the scarlet demon raised its fist and punched forward at a speed faster than the tiger, and then retracted its hand.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the air exploded, and the tiger flew out directly at a speed faster than when it had pounced before, rolling into the forest.

"Whoosh!"

However, this did not kill the beast. Its powerful vitality allowed it to stand up again—derived from the ancient Titan God, Typhon's legacy of curses, resentment, and blood, all the monsters in the Demon Beast Realm have a certain 'divine blood', whether in their flesh, soul, or any other aspect, making them far more powerful than ordinary spiritual beasts!

In the next instant, the tiger seemed to roar again and launch a new round of attacks—it could be seen that its body had begun to be surrounded by layers of shadows, and it seemed to be able to escape into another layer of shadow space at any time, and then launch a deadly attack on the strange enemy in front of it.

However, in the next instant, the shadows surrounding its claws and body shattered, like shattered glass.

And the body of the furious black tiger also seemed to be paused like a photograph, and then, visible to the naked eye, there was a decay all over its body.

Muscles shrank, hair fell out, teeth aged, claws softened, eyes became cloudy… even the soul exuded a kind of 'decayed' spiritual power.

It was as if it had aged hundreds of years in an instant.

Bang bang bang—this was not over yet, countless wounds suddenly appeared on the tiger's body. These wounds were obtained when the black tiger hunted and fought with other monsters to compete for territory, but since it became the king of this area, it had never been injured again.

And now, these wounds that had existed for decades, like reviving, all burst open again… and then completely killed the shadowy black tiger.

It was as if… time had been reversed, reversing all the causes, and bringing death itself to itself.

As the black tiger died completely, the scarlet demon also disappeared.

The Silent One stood in place, motionless, as if he had not noticed the monster's attack at all.

And the other leaders of the Jiang Ling Hui (Spirit Descent Society) looked at Borneff in fear.

"The demon's appearance has changed again… it was originally Borneff's face, but now, you can't tell who it is at all…"

In that short confrontation, they saw the face of the scarlet demon… the demon's appearance should be Borneff's face, but since Borneff collected enough celestial factors and advanced to the leader level, the demon's face began to change constantly.

Sometimes it was a teenager, sometimes it was a woman, sometimes it was an old man, sometimes it was a young man.

Everything that was once, the existence that Borneff had bestowed the end upon, whether it was soul or power, whether it was pain or despair, was integrated into the container called 'Punishment Demon'.

—Life is a container for accumulating pain.

When the container is broken, the overflowing end will overflow.

"Perhaps… Borneff has already lost control…"

The Manipulator murmured to herself. She, who could see the trajectory of fate, could no longer see the possibility line behind that guy… it seemed like a collection of tens of thousands of people, everything was chaos, everything was vague, everything was heading towards the end.

Even, it was already the end.

The huge demon named the Demon of Punishment is the 'carrier' that contains those things.

There was no extra time for the people of the Jiang Ling Hui (Spirit Descent Society) to be wary of the Silent One on their side.

Soon, the Manipulator, who was filled with emotion, noticed the fluctuations coming from the distance.

"The space-time gate has been opened. It seems that the Europa Union cannot accept their failure?"

The woman squinted her eyes and stared at the rays of light of fate that suddenly lit up in the distance. She couldn't help but say to herself: "It's coming a little faster than we thought—but they can't find us. Whether it's satellites or drones, or any search spells, they can only see that this is an ordinary foothill forest."

The Manipulator was extremely confident in her power to shield fate and hide heavenly secrets.

And the Silent One also looked up and looked at the location of the two-world space-time gate in the distance.

Borneff, who was originally extremely calm, now showed a surprised expression.

"No… pain?"

He seemed to have seen something incredible, something that was almost impossible to exist, and almost out of shape, he murmured to himself: "How is it possible… how can there be life without pain… even the gods, even Typhon, who is enough to defeat the Mycenaean gods, will be in pain, why doesn't he…"

"What exactly is that… what is that monster?!"

At this moment.

Demon Beast Realm, two-world teleportation gate.

"Professor Su, although you may think I'm being long-winded, I have to say that bringing you to the Demon Beast Realm this time in advance is already a violation of the Concordance Bureau regulations."

A middle-aged man in a suit with not much hair was leading Su Zhou and the grandfather and grandson of Raphael across the two-world teleportation gate to the Demon Beast Realm. His tone was quite complicated: "So, you'd better not act alone and give the Jiang Ling Hui (Spirit Descent Society) the opportunity to break through individually—it's best to stay in the fortress around the teleportation gate and wait for our large army to be mobilized before setting off together."

"Don't worry, we will cooperate with you to take action. You are the absolute leading force."

"Okay, no problem!"

Su Zhou naturally agreed with the earnest advice of this high-ranking official of the Concordance Bureau: "I will, I will."

And the middle-aged man, who was sweating all over, didn't know if it was because of nervousness or the suit was too hot, sighed: "I hope so… after all, you also know that the power of the Jiang Ling Hui (Spirit Descent Society) is beyond expectations, even if you are a leader… no, it's better to say that it's precisely because you are a leader-level that in order not to cause disputes between the country of Europa Union, you must pay attention to your own safety."

"It's okay."

In response, Su Zhou comforted the other party: "I will definitely wait for your large army to arrive before taking action, and I will never run around alone."

"I'll just take a look, just take a look, I will definitely not walk around, nor will I startle the snake, and I will not take action alone."

Saying this, analyzing rationally, the young man patted his chest and said with great confidence: "Don't worry, I'll just stay here and won't go anywhere!"

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