I'm a magnetic field madman

However, just as Lan Meng said, the lack of sufficient nutrition is a drawback of this kind of hastily produced magnetic field weapon, the Demon God Weapon.

Fortunately, the one thing that is never lacking in war is "nutrition".

As Lan Meng gave the command, the Dream Creator in the Demon God Soldier's brain quickly began to operate... and then, as if pulling a puppet on a string, the Demon God Soldier suddenly made a completely different move!

His body suddenly swelled several times its original size, sacrificing his agile form for a sufficiently "giant" physique... and his posture, his movements, what he unleashed was—

"500,000 Horsepower Power - Whale-Slaying Overlord Fist!!"

Oga's ultimate technique was actually unleashed from a puppet soldier who wasn't even human!

The second man narrowed his eyes. A person's reputation precedes them. Although the second man had never fought against Oga, a move bearing the name of the Whale Killing Fist must be anything but simple!

"350,000 horsepower of power - Rapid Cannon Fist!!"

Out of caution, the second son increased his strength by 50,000 horsepower and unleashed the Heavenly Dao Sect's ultimate technique. Iron fists, like cannonballs, were fired from the second son's hands and collided with the Demon God Soldier's Whale-Slaying Overlord Fist!

The unparalleled killing whale fist of the Overlord broke through the second son's swift but not powerful cannon fist.

Even so, the second man's attack had already shattered his entire body before he arrived, and with overwhelming force, sent him flying.

However, the result was still that the Demon God Army had a slight advantage.

The second son looked at the barely noticeable scar on his fist. Although it was partly due to him lowering his strength, there was no doubt that the Whale-Slaying Overlord Fist used by this demonic soldier was not just a showy display.

"Second son, do you now understand the power of wisdom and technology?" Lan Meng said softly.

"Perhaps it's nothing in your eyes, but if we can make one, we can make ten, a hundred! Perhaps they are just cannon fodder in the eyes of the strong, but to the people protected by the strong, they are the most terrifying killing machines!"

The second son fell silent for a moment, glancing at the obedient and docile demon soldier. Undoubtedly, the original consciousness of this host had been completely erased by Lan Meng.

Is the price to pay for exchanging power the freedom of one's own thoughts?

But if you can gain a power that you can never attain in return, then you can rest in peace.

With these comforting words in his heart, the second son returned to Lan Meng's side, and without a doubt, he was fully prepared to join hands with Lan Meng!

"Uncle, your invention is truly amazing! In that case, let's not waste any more time!"

"Second son, the Demon God's wondrous uses don't stop there," Lan Meng said, looking at the second son with a cheerful smile...

"He can empower not only the weak, but also the strong like you... However, second son, I imagine you, being so proud, wouldn't use the gift I gave you so easily."

"No matter what, since you've decided to do something big, you can't be held back by your wife's affairs like your Uncle Oga."

"Then, Second Son, prepare yourselves. When we have created enough Demon God Soldiers, that will be when we conquer the world, that will be when we—"

"The moment has come to realize the dream of blue!"

104. Madness and Darkness

Moscow, the capital of the seventh district of the Heavenly Kingdom

After the white-haired man swiftly suppressed the rebellion, the already sparsely populated Seventh District of Heaven became even more lifeless.

People fled out of fear, and the dwindling population exacerbated the already dire economic and environmental situation, leading to an even greater aversion to coming here.

But the darkness that rules this place doesn't care about the civilians who escaped.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that he simply doesn't care about anything else. The ruler who governs this place has long since lost any desire for power or control.

Or rather, he did have it at the beginning, especially when the white-haired man had power, and he wanted to gain even more power than the white-haired man.

However, with the first man abdicating in favor of autumn, darkness no longer harbored any desire for power.

However, there are some things that darkness can reconcile with the First Man, but there are some things that darkness will never reconcile with him.

The weather is great today, with clear skies, not a cloud in sight, and a crisp, refreshing autumn breeze.

But some people were awakened by a dream.

"Autumn!!"

One beautiful afternoon, darkness awoke with a scream. Looking at the incomparably beautiful sky and the slightly panting darkness, one's mood was anything but pleasant.

Because he had a dream, a dream about autumn.

A beautiful dream, which began beautifully, came to an abrupt end when the white-haired man, who had failed miserably, appeared in the dream, turning it into a nightmare that the darkness would never want to recall.

However, the dream has now ended, so the darkness is absolutely unhappy, not happy at all.

Even if one can only see the autumn one longs for in dreams and thoughts, darkness is still regarded as a rare and precious beautiful feeling.

It is now March 9, 2016. A year and a half has passed since the white-haired man massacred the seventh district of Heaven and the entire history of the conflict in Heaven.

In the year and a half that followed, the First Man's power grew, and in the autumn he had firmly secured his position as the ruler of the Kingdom of Heaven, managing everything in an orderly manner.

Heaven seems to have returned to the state it was when it was ruled by Hell. And in the present moment when both the Lion Society and Blue Dream are very quiet, the precious peace is rare and precious, making the world extremely quiet.

And the first man's power, without a doubt, grew stronger and stronger during this time!

With the older generation having all retired, the First Man, who now possesses the Heavenly Kingdom and has powerful figures like Ultimate and Vajra as his advisors, has his wife in charge of ruling the Heavenly Kingdom, while he himself focuses on cultivating his power, is the most powerful person in the world.

In the eyes of the people of Heaven, the First Man is increasingly resembling the former ruler of Hell.

Absolute power and absolute control over the people—even if the white-haired man does not serve as the ruler of the Kingdom of Heaven, he still possesses supreme power!

And darkness? What does it hold? What has it done?

Nothing at all, absolutely nothing.

Looking at his own hands, Darkness felt an indescribable, overwhelming sense of bewilderment.

Just like the First Man, there are definitely people around him who are eager to gain political benefits from him... and for those people, Darkness chose to let them go.

He no longer cared. If the white-haired man had given up his supreme power over the Kingdom of Heaven, then why couldn't he, the Dark One, give it up as well?

The darkness and confusion lie within one's own strength.

He now possesses the power of 850,000 horsepower, a tremendous improvement compared to a year and a half ago!

He trained diligently, giving his all, abandoning all power and enjoyment, and only doing things that could make him stronger.

Moreover, he achieved this result entirely through self-study of the Asura Path book given to him by Bai Wujie, without any teacher's guidance.

He is already strong enough and has achieved enough.

But it wasn't enough; the darkness felt it was far from sufficient.

The power of 850,000 horsepower did not breed any pride in the darkness... On the contrary, it made him feel extremely threatened, an indescribable sense of crisis!

Because of the white-haired man, he had already demonstrated a powerful force of 900,000 horsepower a year ago!

So, is he now completely stagnant?

Now, to what extent has the white-haired man's power reached?

Anxiety, darkness, only overwhelming anxiety. Pain, struggle, and immense humiliation!

As his enemy's figure receded into the distance, he realized he didn't even have the ability to keep up with him.

His talent may not be comparable to that of the Bai family, but must he endure darkness for the rest of his life, bearing the humiliation of his fiancée being kidnapped... and suffer through the humiliation of watching Qiu Tian being embraced by the white-haired man?

No, it can't be like that, it absolutely can't be like that!

The darkness remained in a daze for a very long time, perhaps it was this long-lost dream, or perhaps it was the result of this sudden thought.

Darkness realized what it lacked; compared to the white-haired man, Darkness lacked something that could absolutely propel its power forward...

If talent cannot compare, then what method will I, in my darkness, use to propel the power of my Asura Path?

Darkness stared blankly at his hands, and he could clearly feel the sensation of life brought about by the Asura Path that was so perfectly suited to him.

His study of the Asura Path has allowed Darkness to master the methods of using life force. And he also knows how to burn life force to propel power.

But that is absolutely not enough; if it were one's own life, it would be absolutely not enough.

Darkness always knew how to cross this path.

He lacked Oga's extraordinary talent and the innate destiny of the Bai family. Compared to all the powerful figures of this era, Darkness was an absolute "grassroots" individual.

Because he has nothing, he will always be behind the strongest. In terms of martial arts techniques and power inheritance, darkness may have already stood at the pinnacle of the world... but compared to his opponents, darkness will always be one step behind.

In a competition with the strongest, falling behind by even one step often determines the final outcome and the relative strength of the two.

Moreover, it was a dark place where backwardness was everywhere.

So, in order to win the competition with the strongest—and most importantly, to defeat that bastard, the white-haired man, who is dark—it is necessary to use some unconventional methods!

Once an idea goes to an extreme, it is often very difficult to reverse.

The dark expression became even more ferocious and terrifying at this moment, and it was precisely at this time that an untimely person barged in.

"Dark Lord, we have something important that requires your signature!"

He was a politician, a politician who handed over power to the Seventh District of Heaven in the dark, a very capable guy.

But darkness seemed to realize that he had become very unrestrained... or rather, had he always been this unrestrained guy?

His thoughts raced, and the darkness easily heard them…

"Damn useless piece of trash, incompetent rubber stamp, hurry up and sign this for me!"

Looking at the middle-aged man wearing glasses, Darkness suddenly laughed. He felt somewhat ridiculous; in the year he had focused on cultivation, it seemed he hadn't displayed his power for far too long.

That damned white-haired man did one thing absolutely right: he used bloody and cruel acts to make the people forever remember the power and brutality of their leader.

Perhaps in the eyes of these things, he, Darkness, is nothing but a coward. But whatever the case, Darkness has never been one to endure in silence; in this world, apart from autumn, no one can make Darkness suffer!

Without hesitation, darkness suddenly reached out its arms to the middle-aged politician...

Asura Reincarnation!!

The Asura's cycle of burning life takes on a completely different appearance and form in the hands of darkness at this moment—because what he is burning is no longer his own life, but the life of others!

"Croak!! Commander, spare me!!"

The middle-aged politician begged for mercy in utter terror under the power of darkness... and his body, his years, were being consumed at an extremely rapid pace as the Asura Reincarnation began!

His skin instantly became dry and withered, his hair turned white, and his teeth fell out rapidly. In just a moment, he had lived through decades of middle age and old age!

And this life, condensed by the years, is now swirling in the hands of darkness.

That invisible life, that precious existence—even though the life of this insignificant little figure is utterly insignificant compared to the darkness, the darkness reveals a mad laugh as it looks at it.

"Hehehe!! That's right, why didn't I think of that sooner, why didn't I do it?"

After destroying the completely dried-out corpse, darkness rose from the bed!

Today, confidence, principles, and beliefs are wavering repeatedly, filled with excitement, fear, and anger. And this time, darkness has suddenly veered into a frenzied extreme.

He may have already admitted that he is inferior to the white-haired man... He can't find a way to boost his power, and he can't find a way to catch up with the white-haired man quickly!

Darkness has yet to realize what the real factor that can fully drive its power is.

The pressure and frustration, along with the constant nightmares and humiliations of the past year and a half, finally snapped the last thread of reason in Darkness's heart.

Perhaps those with strong magnetic fields are still human. Even with superhuman strength and physique, their minds are not necessarily absolutely strong.

And darkness, through this loophole in the mind, has already embarked on an extreme and wrong path.

He arrived above Moscow, looking down upon the entire city... feeling the presence of the people, feeling the countless thoughts, feeling...

That vibrant life.

At this moment, a crazy idea was growing in Darkness's heart... Perhaps the life of a nobody is not worthy of helping Darkness—but what if there are a thousand, ten thousand, or a hundred thousand?

Or even more, even more vibrant life, longer lifespans, and more, more—

The people are wealth that the strong can kill and seize at will. So, isn't it only natural that his people are the resources for his dark power?

Using fabricated reasons, Darkness finally convinced himself completely... and then, he used his power to grab all the banknotes from all the banks in Moscow!

A terrifying force grabbed countless banknotes and sent them soaring into the sky, falling like snowflakes across the city.

Meanwhile, the people of Moscow, still oblivious to the surprise and unexpected wealth, frantically scrambled for it, even fighting with their companions!

Amidst the chaos, those who revel in their windfall have forgotten the long-standing habit of their incompetent leader.

He would give money to those he wanted to kill, using it to measure the value of their lives. This had always been a dark and peculiar practice of his, but after a year of seclusion, he hadn't done anything like it for a long time.

And now, darkness is about to do just that.

My people, the value I, in my darkness, have given you is all the money I possess—and to be ruled and given such value, my people, you should be proud!

Then, let it become the resources for my advancement!