Chapter 157: Next, Take Down the Sunset Empire

Looking in another direction, Long Mengting was pinching a knight in her hand. The knight struggled continuously, but was still crushed to death before her eyes.

Currently, the surroundings were in absolute chaos. Traces of combat were everywhere, and some humans were desperately trying to flee.

Without wasting any breath, Feng Tianlin directly used his splitting ability to completely annihilate this rabble of mortals!

Watching one new bizarre creature after another being born, Feng Tianlin smiled with satisfaction.

These bizarre creatures were not transformed from ordinary people. Although their starting strength was still quite low, he could sense from them that their auras were exceptionally stable. They should be somewhat stronger than average low-level bizarre entities, and their innate potential should be quite formidable.

Facing these foolish-looking bizarre entities, Feng Tianlin waved his hand dismissively: "Off with you all, go do whatever your hearts desire." With that, he retracted his bizarre domain.

As soon as these words fell, the eyes of these bizarre entities flashed with a fierce light, and they bolted away at breakneck speed. Judging by their appearance, they were seemingly off to accomplish some grand and terrible deeds.

This time, in order to suppress Feng Tianlin, Vandak had summoned the vast majority of nearby Oracles and Spirit Masters.

Especially in the region where Feng Tianlin currently stood—it could now be considered a paradise for bizarre entities, simply because no one left was capable of dealing with them.

As for such matters, Feng Tianlin had no desire to micromanage. After all, taking down the Sunset Country was not difficult; the true challenge lay in dealing with that deity hiding within its borders.

Conquering the Sunset Country was a long-term plan that required careful deliberation.

First, he summoned the Ghost Train, had everyone board, and casually called the werewolf Fernanda up as well. Regardless of anything else, this fellow was remarkably efficient when it came to running errands.

They traveled all the way to that small town—the very same town where the Holy Lord was hiding.

Feng Tianlin led his subordinates straight to the grocery store where the Holy Lord resided. Unlike before, today the grocery store was actually open for business.

Being open was one thing, but the atmosphere remained as desolate as ever, with no sign of any genuine customers.

Even if there had been customers, they would have been frightened away by Feng Tianlin and his group anyway.

At any rate, Feng Tianlin was acting with extreme arrogance right now, with zero intention of hiding himself. If people saw him, they saw him—what could they possibly do to him?

At most, it would be a minor inconvenience, but the one thing Feng Tianlin feared least in this world was trouble.

Ste歩ing into the grocery store, a mature and steady-looking white-bearded man was leisurely tidying up the shelves.

The moment Feng Tianlin stepped through the door, the man turned around with a rather delighted expression: "Nightmare Doll, you've finally come."

Feng Tianlin knew that this mature-looking uncle was actually the human avatar of the Holy Lord.

He nodded and asked, "I heard the Evil Queen's Poison Sovereign sent people over?"

The Holy Lord nodded in response. "Yes, he should be arriving shortly. Come inside first."

Feng Tianlin nodded as well, leading his people directly inside.

He glanced casually at the Holy Lord's shelves, finding the items displayed rather intriguing, and asked, "What is it that you sell here? Judging by their auras, these are hardly ordinary goods."

The Holy Lord smiled, casually picked up a small jar, and said, "Indeed, they are far from ordinary. Take this jar, for instance—it can replicate absolutely anything."

"What!?" Feng Tianlin was genuinely shocked. Such a heaven-defying item actually existed in this world?

Just as Feng Tianlin was about to snatch it up, the Holy Lord added, "However, the so-called replication is merely an illusion cast upon the human mind. In the end, they will inevitably have their souls devoured entirely by their own greed."

At this, Feng Tianlin understood and asked, "You mean this jar is actually a curse?"

The Holy Lord nodded. "Precisely."

With that, he pointed to a small bottle and continued, "This is a magic lamp. Inside dwells a minor demon capable of granting you three wishes, but similarly, you must barter away your soul in return."

"Oh? How fascinating." Interest flickered in Feng Tianlin's eyes; this bore an uncanny resemblance to the legendary Aladdin's lamp from his previous life.

"That's not all. There are flying carpets, immensely powerful weapons—endless varieties, really," the Holy Lord said with a smile.

"Haha, splendid, simply splendid," Feng Tianlin praised sincerely.

Though this shop didn't see many visitors, as long as a single person purchased an item, driven by human greed, that single object would inevitably corrupt and influence a vast multitude of people.

And demons apparently grew stronger by feeding on the fear born from human souls.

Therefore, Feng Tianlin genuinely felt that the Holy Lord was a creature of vision, and his praise was entirely heartfelt.

Entering the small room at the back of the grocery store, Feng Tianlin took a seat, and the Holy Lord warmly treated them to an ambiance woven from the terror emotions of a witch, chatting about recent events along the way.

After Feng Tianlin recounted his series of strategic maneuvers, the Holy Lord grew somewhat puzzled.

"Why do you bother spreading your fear everywhere? You can't absorb it if the distance is too great, can you?"

Having already prepared his rhetoric, the corners of Feng Tianlin's lips curled upward slightly. He waved a hand dismissively toward the Holy Lord, wearing an expression of profound disappointment.

"Your perspective is too narrow. You're thinking too small."

This remark left the Holy Lord momentarily stunned. He blinked in confusion and asked, "How so?"

Seeing the man's reaction, Feng Tianlin wore another mysterious smile.

"Let me ask you, are there many low-level bizarre entities in the Sunset Country?"

"Quite a few. Ever since the Bizarre Resurrection, corpses and all sorts of remains have a chance to transform into bizarre entities, so low-level ones are certainly abundant."

"Then let me ask you again, why do they rarely get the chance to grow stronger?"

"Because newly born bizarre entities only know how to slaughter blindly, and their strength is too low; they are easily hunted down and eradicated by local Oracles."

"Then let me continue: how does one help them elevate their strength?"

"By handing them the Loldor Magic Box?"

Feng Tianlin shook his head helplessly. "Don't you understand yet? What I am doing is plunging the people of the Sunset Country into a state of panic! That way, those low-level bizarre entities will finally have the breathing room to mature and develop!"

This explanation completely bewildered the Holy Lord, leaving him utterly dumbfounded. His eyes widened in sheer disbelief, and it was only after a long silence that he slowly managed to speak.

"Brilliant... absolutely brilliant."

As soon as those words left his mouth, a sudden realization dawned in his eyes, and he exclaimed, "So when you deliberately provoked the attention of the Sunset Country's authorities, luring away massive batches of Oracles and Spirit Masters, you were also doing it to—"

Without a moment of hesitation, Feng Tianlin nodded. "Precisely! It was all to provide those low-level bizarre entities with a better environment for growth!"

Feng Tianlin's methods utterly shattered the Holy Lord's worldview. At that moment, he was moved to the verge of tears.

"You... you are simply the deity of all bizarre entities!"

Feng Tianlin merely waved a hand. "Keep it low profile, keep it low profile."

With that, a trace of light flashed across his piercing blue eyes, and he said with a sinister grin, "Now, it's time to consider how we shall truly conquer this nation."

Standing nearby and watching Feng Tianlin, the Holy Lord could only feel that the being before him was a god who ruled over everything—the true deity belonging to their kind of bizarre entities.