Humans are devouring and selling off the heavens.

Chapter 100 Crushing Zangwell and Subduing the Demigod

More than 30,000 points of light converged without warning, instantly solidifying into the figure of Klein.

At this moment, the pressure he exuded made the people opposite him unable to even have the thought of resisting.

Moreover, the spiritual life of the four, including Lady Despair, was already exhausted, and their bodies were severely injured. Even if they used the slightest bit of their power, they might instantly lose control and die.

shhhhh--

Only the quill pen on Ince Zangwell's body continued to write rapidly in the void:
"Inszangwell is so unlucky, so incredibly unlucky!"

"What kind of extraordinary encounter did Klein have? Three demigods and a shepherd fought to the point of being severely injured and out of control, yet they only managed to destroy one of Klein's 33,300 clones..."

"However, the story of Ince Zangwell should come to an end."

Upon seeing these words, Ince Zangwell fell silent.

His only remaining eye was fixed on Klein, and he spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Which evil god do you worship? Have you become a follower of some true god? Otherwise, how could you possess angelic power? You are clearly just an insignificant night watchman."

"No, that's not right."

Inszangwell shook his head abruptly halfway through his sentence.

“I have never seen or heard of any high-sequence powerhouse from any other path having so many clones as you, and your form is clearly not that of a mythical creature, otherwise we would have lost control long ago.”

As he said this, his eyes suddenly lit up:
"Yes, you must have worshipped some evil god who is not on the path of God, betrayed the night, and become his follower. Yes, that must be it."

"In your opinion, does gaining power necessarily mean receiving divine favor, or necessarily betraying the gods?" Klein's face showed only deep disgust upon hearing this.

Ince Zangwell scoffed, "Otherwise what? Why should a lowly Night Watcher like you possess such power, while I, an Archbishop, cannot even gain the recognition of that bitch of the Night?"

"If it weren't for external help, how could you, a mere night watchman, have gained such power in such a short time? I have served the night for decades and risen to the rank of archbishop. Haven't I paid a greater price than you?"

"The price?" Klein's lips curled into a faint smile as he sneered.

"When you slaughtered the Night Watchers of Tingen and murdered Captain Dunn, did you ever think about the price they paid to protect ordinary people? Did you ever think about the lives they gave for your plans?"

Klein shook his head slowly as he finished speaking: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to reason with a mentally unstable piece of trash like you. You don't deserve to listen."

"Since you've mentioned the price, let's pay that price first."

"You!" Ince Zangwell was about to say something more when Klein raised his arm slightly.

boom! !

As if an invisible giant hand suddenly clenched, before Ince Zangwell could even utter a word, his body exploded like a crushed tomato, splattering into a pool of blurred flesh and blood.

"Do not--!"

Although his physical body was destroyed, as a high-sequence individual of the Grim Reaper and the Dark Path, his spirit had not yet been annihilated.

A roar pierced the void; the intense resentment was enough to cause a low-sequence extraordinary being to instantly lose control.

"Why should I die? I'm only trying to advance to demigod level! Why should I die?!"

"I only killed a few useless people who were likely to lose control and die anyway!! What right did you have to kill me!"

Freed from the constraints of a physical body, the illusory spirit immediately revealed intense signs of losing control. Countless emotions of pain, madness, distortion, resentment, and despair surged within it, threatening to transform into a terrifying vengeful spirit that devoured everything.

Are you still holding a grudge?

Hearing the wail of a wild dog before its death, Klein frowned, suddenly reached out and grabbed the twisted spirit, then opened his mouth.

"You! What are you going to do?!?" Upon seeing this, Ince Zangwell let out a desperate, terrified scream, which made Mr. A, who was standing next to him, dizzy.

The next moment, Klein swallowed Ince Zangwell's spirit whole.

"No... How can I die like this? I am a demigod, spare me, I am willing to serve..."

In his extreme terror, Ince Zangwell's resentful soul watched helplessly as he was swallowed whole. His voice abruptly ceased the moment he entered Klein's mouth, vanishing completely.

His last thought was one of utter disbelief.

He himself had risen to the status of a great demigod, only to die at the hands of a low-ranking newbie he had casually killed in the past.

And the quill pen 0-08 began to write rapidly again:

"Unbelievable! Someone actually chose to devour the out-of-control spirit of a demigod! Klein Moretti, or whoever it is, he must be insane! He's bound to lose control! Yes, that makes sense!"

Upon seeing this, Klein frowned slightly.

Ince Zangwell's spirit had already been completely devoured by him, and his own soul was as stable as a rock, showing no signs of losing control.

But the moment 0-08 was written, a restlessness actually arose in his body, and the consciousness that should have been extinguished seemed to be revived and resurrected.

"Hmph, so noisy."

In an instant, the Amitabha Sutra flowed through his mind, and the thoughts within Klein's body suddenly transformed into ancient Buddhas, majestic and dignified, unchanged from the past, and unmoved by the true nature.

Ince Zangwell's remaining consciousness couldn't even last half a breath before it was completely extinguished within his body, and he never made a sound again.

"........."

The mental imprint left after death was slowly absorbed, and in the blink of an eye, the thought that Klein had previously lost was regenerated without the slightest weakening.

The quill pen, after being forcibly used several times, had noticeably dimmed, losing its previous brilliance. Meanwhile, the thoughts within him, having finally avenged their great grudge, shone brightly.

Those past scenes flashed through his mind: Old Neil, who had initially taught him about the occult; Captain Dunn, whose memory wasn't very good but who cared deeply for his team members...

"ended."

Klein murmured to himself, his voice finally revealing a hint of weariness, yet also carrying a sense of relief and clarity.

Next, we need to deal with the remaining matters.

He looked at the dull quill pen 0-08.

"A seal artifact capable of influencing a demigod like this must be at least at the angelic level..."

He separated half of his divine soul to form a barrier, sealing the quill pen within it.

As for the remaining three extraordinary individuals...

"boom!"

With another explosion, Mr. A, who believed in the true creator, was instantly crushed into a pulp, and the true fire of the sun fell, turning him to ashes.

Not to mention that the true creator has a grudge against him and is even after he has been put on the wanted list, these cult members are all lunatics and cannot be allowed to live.

Then, Klein looked at the two high-sequence demigods; these two were still useful.

He wants to experiment with some things.

"Worship me as you would a god, open your mind and body and let my consciousness enter into it, and I will give you a way to live."

The two, who thought they were doomed, were both stunned when they heard Klein's words.

But the two had no choice but to worship Klein and open their minds.

Instantly, Klein felt an immense thought surge into his body, strengthening his divine soul.

"Indeed, faith in this world also possesses immense power."

Upon seeing this, Klein was overjoyed.

At the same time, a flood of thoughts and memories rushed into Klein's soul.

If you were to enter a mental entity and take away all of a person's thoughts and memories, even a fellow demigod would probably go insane.

"wrong,"

But once he came into contact with these images and memories of faith, Klein felt that they were different from what he had imagined.

"Although these beliefs have immense power, they should be a burden for the true god in this world who is constantly on the verge of losing control. Even if he is not driven out of control by the creator within him, he will be driven out of control by these memories."

But in the blink of an eye, he understood.

“Oh, anchoring. The true God anchors himself through these beliefs, creating a counterbalance with the Creator’s will within him.”

"No wonder they don't have a specific image to present to the public."

Although these beliefs are merely tools and anchors for the true God to counteract the imprint of the Creator within them.

But Klein possessed the Amitabha Sutra from the past, which allowed him to maintain his true nature. In an instant, he shattered all these spiritual imprints and strengthened his own divine soul.

He opened his eyes and looked at the two people kneeling on the ground.

What puzzled him was that the memories he received were all those of Panatia, the Lady of Despair.

"Why can't I sense your memories? Don't you want to live?"

Klein frowned as he looked at the man in the golden mask.

"An angel has placed a curse on my body..."

"boom!"

Before the man in the golden mask could finish speaking, another explosion of flesh and blood rang out, causing Panatia's delicate body to tremble.

Klein looked at the last remaining desperate nightingale.

"Pannadia?"

Instantly, a thought the size of a fist from Klein entered Panatia's mind and became an imprint.

"what happened?!"

In that instant, Panadia had a feeling that everything about her was under Klein's watchful eye, and that Klein would know every thought she had.

At the same time, another feeling arose in her heart: she could not resist, nor was she able to resist, any of Klein's thoughts.

Even if Klein told her to die right now, she would obey completely.

Because she had completely let down her guard, Klein's thoughts had left an imprint on her soul.

This is practically no different from being a follower of the true God.

(End of this chapter)