Chapter 1160: 147. Knows a Little Hand-to-Hand

The crimson flames possessed a bizarre power that could burn everything, turn everything into deathly stillness, and then make it be reborn in disorder from within that deathly stillness.

To Grandma Meg, that was a blessing from the great Goddess of Light, the greatest existence in this world, and even more so the source of confidence behind her whole series of plans.

It had originally been so blazing, so powerful. If it were not used for Pollution, even burning all of Annabawei to ashes would not have been difficult. Yet at this moment, it was so gentle, so obedient, being casually assimilated, even devoured, by the black flames.

From beginning to end, in that yellow-haired brat’s hands, it was so gentle. It looked like it offered not the slightest resistance, allowing him to play with it and toy with it.

“No—”

Grandma Meg suddenly woke from her daze and could not help letting out a wail, unable to believe it. “No! The Goddess’s flames! These are the Goddess’s flames! How could you... how could that be possible?”

The Goddess’s blessing power... had never been this obedient even when it was in her hands!

“Didn’t I already say it? That so-called ‘Goddess of Light’ you speak of has a very close relationship with me.”

Muen’s face was full of matter-of-course confidence.

After all, once upon a time, he and the Withering King had been in a relationship where they had tricked the Silent Moon together. The information the Black Book had exchanged from Him was not something as simple as the bit of small-fry Pollution Grandma Meg had brought now, but true fragments of Authority.

In a certain sense, he, Muen, was the number one Evil God ringleader under the Withering King’s throne. If the Withering King’s evil believers organized some kind of cult, then whether high or low, he would be a Saint.

Although later, that Authority fragment had been thoroughly cucked away by him...

But without a doubt, as a derivative of the Crimson Flame, the black flames still had a similar foundation and essence. And his authority over the Crimson Flame was, of course, higher than that of the fellow before him, who had relied on merely selling her soul to obtain power.

This was not a difference in the size of power. This was a difference in level. It was the difference between rootless water and the source!

As everyone knew, with cuckolding, there were only zero times and countless times.

If he had cucked once, naturally he could cuck a second time.

As long as the victim... no, as long as Withering Bro did not personally come settle this account with him, then in terms of control authority over the Crimson Flame, these little evil believers definitely were not enough to look at.

“No... impossible! This is absolutely impossible!”

No matter how unwilling she was to believe it, this scene was happening right before her eyes. Grandma Meg finally could no longer smile. She began shrieking out of control, constantly praying to the Goddess of Light in her heart, begging to obtain even more power again.

There was no response, nor did any new power descend.

Bzzzz...

Above the sky, the enormous magical array was still operating. With a casual move from the giant dragon called a calamity came mighty power ordinary people could not imagine.

Only then did she react. All of Annabawei had already been completely sealed.

“All right, the situation has reversed.”

Muen drew in a deep breath and grinned ferociously. “I’ve been stifled for so long. Now, finally, it’s my turn to act.”

...

...

“Light! Light! Light!”

Looking at more and more light appearing, Hawthorne’s expression was stiff, and his mood was heavy.

For hundreds of years, belief in the Goddess of Light had always spread through Annabawei. Although, because the Goddess of Light had never displayed a miracle and also had no official faith organization, it had not reached the kind of terrifying popularity the Goddess of Night once had—this low-profile way of acting was probably to prevent attracting the Goddess of Night’s suspicion.

But no matter how one put it, the current number was already extremely shocking.

Nearly half of Annabawei’s residents were being swallowed and covered by light. A small portion of them had already undergone distortion... perhaps they had not only believed, but truly offered something, causing the Pollution to become extremely terrifying. This then caused the original degree of Pollution on their bodies to erupt even more violently.

That included the woman before his eyes. In a short time, she had already completely turned into a malformed monster. Her thin body swelled open, several limbs grew chaotically, eyeballs drilled ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) out from her flesh and blood one after another, looking everywhere. Savage mouthparts opened and closed, at times making crying sounds like an infant, at times loudly praising the “Goddess of Light” and calling for others to believe together as well.

And yet these malformed pieces of flesh and blood were also still being “gnawed away” by the light. Gradually, she did not even have the shape of a person anymore. She was disgusting to the extreme.

“Come, Lord Hawthorne. You should believe in the Goddess of Light too!”

The surrounding villagers who had not yet been polluted by the light ran very quickly. The woman’s face was full of incomprehension. She did not understand why they were running. Could it be that they still had not discovered the beauty of light?

But in the blink of an eye, she threw all this to the back of her mind and used one of her feet and another wrist-tentacle... in short, something that looked like that, to stagger toward Hawthorne.

“...Damn it.”

Cold sweat poured from Hawthorne. He also wanted to run, but a Pioneer’s duty and instinct told him he could not run.

Not long ago, from Mr. Muen, he had already learned how terrifying Pollution was and understood that if this thing were allowed to develop, sooner or later it would erode all of Annabawei.

But he also did not know how to resolve this thing...

The persuasion just now had been no use. Once someone was bewitched to this degree, even ten oxen could not pull them back... It could not be that he should solve the problem with his fists, right...

“Use your fists.”

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded beside his ear.

“Beat her.”

“Eh?”

Hawthorne froze.

He suddenly turned his head and looked around, discovered there was no one else nearby, and only then realized that Mr. Muen was speaking to him from a distance.

“Beat? Is... is that really okay?” Hadn’t he said evil believers could not be touched, otherwise...

“It’s okay. Anyone with light Pollution on their body can be beaten directly with fists. I’ve already given you strengthening.”

Hawthorne raised his hand. At some unknown point, blazing black flames had already wrapped around his palm.

That flame was bewitching and cold, yet it brought him limitless confidence.

Hawthorne only thought briefly, and his gaze became incomparably firm.

Although he did not know what the principle was, since it was Mr. Muen’s suggestion... then there definitely would be no problem!

“The Black Sun is false, a scam. The Goddess of Light is the one everyone desires... Hm?”

The woman’s movements suddenly froze. Several eyeballs quickly rotated, locking together onto Hawthorne in front of her.

For some reason, that head of hers, which had already been filled with the happiness descended from the Goddess of Light and had not noticed in the slightest what she had turned into, now actually had a bad premonition.

“You... what do you want to do?”

“Nothing. Before, I tried to reason with you, but you wouldn’t listen, and you even dared to casually slander the Black Sun and the Goddess of Night.”

Hawthorne chuckled and moved his finger joints, clenched his palm into a fist, and took the initiative to face the woman.

“But since you can’t understand reason... as a Pioneer, I also know a little hand-to-hand!”

Bang!

The woman was directly sent flying by an uppercut while still dazed. As she flew up, her eyeballs flew around with her, and in chaos and confusion, she noticed that the surrounding night color... had become even deeper.

No.

It was not that the night had become deeper.

But that the light around her body... was gradually going out.

“Eat another punch from me!”

Bang!

The light became even dimmer. The Crimson Flame swaying beneath the flesh and blood completely transformed toward black flame, becoming part of this night color.

The woman very quickly fell to the ground and could not get up. The light completely dispersed, and the black flames burned, turning her into nothingness—distorted into this kind of appearance, she was already thoroughly beyond saving.

But most people could still be saved.

With both fists wrapped in black flames, Hawthorne charged toward the other villagers releasing light. How could those villagers, who were still immersed in illusory happiness, be his opponents? Punch after punch, he very quickly extinguished the light on their bodies completely.

“Make them pray... It has to come from the heart.”

“Understood!”

Hawthorne straddled a light believer, one left hook, one right hook. “Do you believe in the Black Sun?”

“I... I don’t believe! What I believe in is light...”

Then another straight punch.

“Do you believe?”

“No...”

After the straight punch came an elbow strike.

“I don’t...”

After the elbow strike came a knee.

Finally, after spraying out a mouthful of old blood, the light believer, with a bruised nose and swollen face, cried bitterly. “I believe... I believe! Long live the Black Sun! I believe in the Black Sun!”

“It has to be sincere. If the prayer doesn’t work, I’ll beat you again.”

“It’s real. It must be sincere. I sincerely believe in the Black Sun... sob, sob, Black Sun, save me!”

The light believer prayed from the bottom of his heart according to Hawthorne’s instructions, only begging that he would not keep beating him like this...

The night surged, and the medium extended.

The Pollution belonging to Muen entered deep into the villager’s soul along with the prayer, thoroughly suppressing his original Pollution and rendering it harmless.

And Hawthorne also did not stop for even a moment. He clenched his fists and charged toward the next person whose whole body was glowing.

And so, in Annabawei beneath the night color, this kind of thing was happening everywhere. After confirming that touching them would not cause even more serious consequences, the Pioneers sent to various places began to display their strengths. They used violence to clean up the believers of the Goddess of Light who had already completely distorted, while at the same time using love to reform them, letting them know who it was they should truly believe in.

They were well-trained, brave and fearless, and most of them had also been tempered by blood and fire. Naturally, they were not opponents these believers transformed from ordinary people could resist.

What was terrifying about human bombs was the bomb, not the human flesh.

And facts proved that most people believed in gods in order to ease pain... regardless of whether that pain came from the soul or the body.

Of course, after several typical examples were dealt with early on, the remaining people discovered that believing in the Black Sun truly could suppress distortion... while that so-called light would only cause distortion to rapidly worsen. As long as their brains were normal, they understood which side was correct. After that, there was no longer any need for the Pioneers to specially come and reason with them.

The many ordinary people of Annabawei began, from the bottom of their hearts, to follow the Pioneers’ guidance and pray to the great Black Sun.

Black flames surged, and Pollution gradually calmed. After experiencing this small accident called the “Goddess of Light,” everything once again began developing toward the way Muen had designed at the very beginning...

...

“No...”

Of course, there were also people who did not want to see this kind of result.

“No! I won’t let you succeed! My planning over such a long time... how can I let you resolve it so easily? I can’t accept it, I can’t!”

Flesh and blood bloomed, and an enormous shadow spread out from beneath Grandma Meg’s feet. The twisted shadow seemed to turn into a man-eating beast, finally revealing its fangs from the darkness.