Chapter 303 Soul Igniter (Second Update, 8300 words, almost 16,000 words updated today, requesting a monthly ticket~)

I... can always hear it.

I can hear the voices of those who want to die.

"Living is so tiring. How can these days ever come to an end?"

"Let's drink, let's drink, drink ourselves to death. Living like this is worse than dying."

"I really don't want to watch anymore. The country is so degenerate, I'd rather die before it does!"

Thirty years ago, Rossia was plagued by internal separatism and fell into a long period of depression. The streets were filled with homeless people who had lost their jobs. The future was bleak. Despite possessing one of the world's leading industrial systems and technologies, it was on the verge of collapse due to huge internal contradictions.

At that time, many people turned to alcohol to drown their sorrows, even drinking laundry detergent, industrial alcohol, and even gasoline. No one in the entire country had any hope for life, and living without hope was the greatest torture.

Everyone was alive, but they all wanted to die, because life itself is painful, and death is peaceful liberation.

I can hear such inner voices.

The tavern owner who adopted me picked me up. I don't know if it was because my parents couldn't afford to raise me, so they abandoned me. His wife died early, and without children, he regarded me as his salvation, pouring all his love on me. From him, I heard the sound of hope. Because of me, he wanted to work hard to live.

But, as I grew older, the more he missed his real wife and the pain of not having his own real children, which instead reversed his hope. He began to suffer and become decadent because my growth reminded him of his failed life... He still loved me, in another way, but the sound of hope grew weaker and weaker.

He also began to want to die, and his life gradually became torment.

"I want to die."

One day, my seriously ill adoptive father said this. He had liver cancer, but he didn't tell me, and he thought I didn't know. He thought he was joking, but at that moment, I could hear the sound of hope completely cut off from his heart.

My adoptive father died. His heart died.

But, before I actually took action to kill his physical body, my adoptive father suddenly burst out with an unprecedented voice, unrelated to any hope, but simply for 'living.'

"Do you... want to live?"

I was very surprised because I had never seen such a spark, pure, beautiful, and different from hope. It wasn't dazzling at all, but very... gentle.

But it was also extremely easy to extinguish.

In the following decades, I traveled to every dark corner of the earth, witnessing countless such pure lights.

Of course, I also discovered that the opposite of light is shadow.

The world is full of suffering, the poor and weak struggling on the line of life and death, the African natives tortured by war and bandits, the impoverished mountain villages in Southeast Asia trapped in the jungle, forever unrelated to development, and the primitive people on the islands who still remained thousands of years ago, only knowing how to fish and pick fruits.

They said they wanted to live, but they wanted to die. They worshiped gods who might exist or might not exist, hoping to find peace after death, and regarded the process of living in the world as torment, or as a process of accumulating good fortune.

That is, treating their earthly shell as a container of pain.

Only when truly facing death does the pain in the container burn, and this darkness will briefly turn into light, showing brilliance.

From ancient times to the present, it has always been like this—

And I am the one who helps them show the rare and pure light in their lives.

But they always fearfully call me the silent death god who brings death.

They call me the Silent One, the silent monster.

But I am silent, only because I want to listen quietly.

Listen to the true voice of the heart.

Facing the lightning rushing towards him, the huge crimson exoskeleton armor, the surface lit up with layers of crystal patterns like snowflakes, the radiation from the strong spiritual power even illuminated the black and white fires of sin. The red-haired Slav sat alone in his seat, gazing ahead.

—Most lives, since birth, have always wanted to die.

Even if they say they want to live forever, want to maintain their health, not to mention the poor who have never had the opportunity to live a normal life, even those who live in the normal world, in big cities, drink high-energy drinks every day, have irregular schedules, satisfy their desires for various reasons, suppress their decadent emotions, and consume their physical potential.

Even the most cheerful and optimistic people will have negative thoughts when they encounter setbacks. They will be sad when they are injured, and they will want to escape when they are severely hurt, and the end of this path of escape is death, but they would rather face the terror of death than face the reality of the world.

I want to find an exception... one who never suffers, never thinks of escaping, who will never be sad or want to die no matter what they face, but who will not be afraid when facing death, contradictory and shining with light.

No... not a person.

I want to see a monster—just like the Jiànglínghuì (Spirit Descent Society) monster beside me, who is completely cut off from all happiness, joy, delight, and peace, a monster who is cut off from all despair, pain, confusion, and hesitation.

And now.

The monster is right in front of me.

The long sword, heated to a golden-red color, with the speed and power to shatter exoskeleton armor, slashed horizontally towards me like a shooting star cutting through the night sky. Even with the power I gained from igniting the souls of tens of thousands of people who wanted to die, it was difficult to capture this speed.

Su Zhou, a powerful monster.

Zhèng (Proper) Country, the world, and even the most powerful monster in this world, surpassing us monsters.

Holding power that is stronger and more abnormal than me, who has listened to the 'Twilight Apocalypse.'

Against him, the only weapons I can rely on are my own 'pain' and 'determination.'

I raised my arms, wrapped in exoskeleton armor, crimson light patterns spreading. The power of machinery is far inferior to the power of my real body, but my power can, in turn, bless the machinery. Facing the crimson blade that I couldn't avoid at all, I didn't plan to evade, but stepped forward, head-on.

Pa—a crisp sound of steel breaking rang out. As I expected, even the third-generation Lìngzhuāng (Spirit Armor) exoskeleton armor, which could directly withstand a tank gun, could not block Su Zhou's serious slash. The golden divine blade directly cut open the outermost armor like cutting tofu, cut off the simulated muscles, severed the spiritual power circuits and transmission rods, until the slash hit my arm, opened my flesh, and stopped when it hit my bone.

The young monster showed a strange expression. He didn't seem to expect two things: one was that I dared to face him head-on, and the second was that I didn't cut off my hand.

But soon, he used the attack I had expected long ago—a violent current comparable to lightning strikes came from the blade, which was heated to thousands of degrees, trying to directly blow up my seat and body from the inside.

Excruciating pain that would make ordinary people wish they were dead was coming from my body, but all of this was just like breathing to me. So, within a thousandth of a second after the other party erupted with power, I seized the opportunity and clenched the other arm that had not been cut by the knife.

The specially equipped rocket propulsion system began to start. The violent thrust mixed with sun-like tail flames began to spurt out from behind my elbow, like a corona.

In the next instant, which could not be calculated by time, the rocket thrust that could accelerate this arm to more than ten times the speed of sound, tearing ordinary transcendents into minced meat, burst out. At the same time, I also condensed my own power, the tsunami-like crimson spiritual power strengthened my fist into an indestructible iron hammer, the power beyond the common sense of the present world and the rocket exploded together, erupting with an impact of more than several thousand tons.

This is a straight punch that would send the other party flying even if they showed their true form—

Body, machinery, rocket booster, spiritual power burst. This single swing directly blew away all the iron slag and metal ash within several kilometers. It could directly blow up a skyscraper with one punch. Even if it only grazed, the turbulence generated would be enough to cause an entire row of fighter jets to crash.

And such a fierce blow shattered the air, and in a vacuum, solidly hit the young monster.

Bang! The air exploded, creating a vacuum. One could hear the atmosphere roaring, and the distant forest was shaken violently by the aftermath of this blow. The forest surged with violent waves, and Su Zhou flew out with the knife, flying into the high sky tens of thousands of meters away.

His whole body was directly hit into supersonic speed, and layers of sonic boom clouds appeared behind him.

Then, he charged towards me again from tens of thousands of meters away, at a speed even faster than before he was sent flying.

That terrifying killing intent, terrifying excitement, and extremely bright light, without any pain, even hotter and more 'happy' than before he was hit by me, pounced on me.

This is the only thing I cannot understand—wasn't he frustrated just now? Even if it was insignificant to him, wouldn't he feel a little lost?

—How much pain does such a vigorous light need to consume to burn?

I thought with incomprehension, and then couldn't help but ask.

"How much painful price did you pay for this power?"

He didn't answer me, but continued to slash at me with 'joy.'

Incomprehensible, uncommunicative, difficult to kill... To me, Su Zhou is such an existence.

"As expected of a monster."

I couldn't help but admire.

"How much painful price did you pay for this power?"

Su Zhou, who realized that his thunder magic was useless against the Silent One, and took a heavy blow, reaffirmed that this guy was not at the same level as those previous Jiànglínghuì (Spirit Descent Society) leaders.

This guy does have the capital to hurt himself!

"Interesting!"

With such an excited mood, behind Su Zhou, layers of simulated rockets composed of Lán (Mist) seeds appeared. The airflow flowed violently, and the incredible recoil allowed him to instantly stop the tendency to be blown away. Then, he rushed towards the opponent at an even faster speed, and then slashed down with his sword!

Of course, during this process, Su Zhou could hear Bǒěrnièfū (Bornev) asking the puzzled question.

"How much painful price did you pay for this power?"

——No strength is without a price. The stronger the existence, the more pain it carries, or the more pain it brings to others.

The loud, even clear and pure soul sound flickered, he asked.

Su Zhou certainly wouldn't answer his words. Such a rare opponent on Earth, probably less than ten can be found in the whole world. In addition, the other party is a clear-cut villain, and there is nothing to worry about in the battle with him. Where is the time to talk nonsense in such a happy time?

But Su Zhou also thought about it in his heart and found that he had indeed paid a lot of hard price.

Of course, he cheated, but the convenience that Yǎlā (Yara) brought to him was nothing more than a high foundation.

After that, whether it was thunder magic, Lán (Mist) armor, or water magic, they were all spoils obtained by fighting with powerful enemies, and his advancement was fast. Qǐmíng (Enlightenment) and the national government provided him with materials, and he didn't have to worry about it at all. But at the same time, the battles and efforts that should have been made were not less at all.

Even Yǎlā's (Yara's) favor and contract were obtained by him after he blew up the old leaders of the Liándǎohuì (Conventicle). The only thing that can be said to be without effort is probably the good looks given by his parents and the talent that is estimated to be the Ying Long bloodline... But to be honest, who cares about these things after cheating so much?

As for whether he has brought pain to others, of course not.

After all, bad guys are not human.

In reality, facing the continuous divine sword blades slashed by Su Zhou, the Silent One's exoskeleton armor flashed nimbly, the engine roared, and a faint crimson demon phantom shrouded its outside. It sometimes poured spiritual power into bullets, sweeping the bullets attached with countless painful curses, and sometimes pulled out the thermal fusion knife from his waist, and fought against the Extinction Blade, and then was cut into two pieces.

But he perfectly blocked every attack of Su Zhou. The Silent One seemed to be extremely good at martial arts skills, and he was not like other opponents who were good at martial arts skills. He had no resistance to Su Zhou's brute force. Therefore, even in extremely dangerous situations, he could avoid danger by relying on nimble movements, such as when he was almost kicked in the head by Su Zhou.

This is an opponent that cannot be solved by physical strength, spiritual power, or even skills. Su Zhou confirmed this, even if he also wears exoskeleton armor.

Speaking of which, the Silent One is also a Twilight follower. It seems that he is not an ordinary fit—it is really strange, obviously as the embodiment of destruction, the spokesperson of self-destruction, the Twilight dependents all have life.

But thinking about it carefully, it is true that only existence can be destroyed, and dissolving the meaning itself can be called meaningless. The void from beginning to end is a kind of meaning, which is inconsistent with the essence of Twilight, just like pure darkness is called night, and only when the sun sets is it called Twilight.

And in such thoughts, countless Lán (Mist) seeds began to fly in the air, and finally surrounded the Silent One to form a circular encirclement. Dozens of Lán (Mist) cannons brewing with dragon breath began to charge, and Su Zhou stood at the very top of the very center of this encirclement. He raised the Extinction Blade in his hand, and a thunderbolt crackled, and all the spiritual power around the original fortress ruins began to vibrate. Even Lāfěi (Raphael) and others in the time-space gate were shocked to notice that abnormal spiritual power interaction began to occur.

The magical beasts that had already fled to the distance, and the beast kings in the distance, after sensing this aura, all fled to the farther distance. The Zhímùshī (Planting Masters) and other Liànglínghuì (Spirit Descent Society) leaders who had not yet been killed were even more frightened, and fled to the farther distance of the magical beast realm without daring to look back.

Since Heavenly Thunder is not present… then I will strike with my own thunder!

The surrounding clouds had already been blown away by the aftermath of the battle between Su Zhou and the Silent One, but he would not borrow the power of Heavenly Thunder, wouldn't his own spiritual power be enough?

Boom—more than forty dragon breath cannons coming from various angles and directions slammed into the Silent One who had nowhere to hide, and Su Zhou even slashed down with his sword, carrying Heavenly Thunder, covering all the escape directions from the sky to the ground.

But at this moment, the silent Silent One laughed after waiting for a long time without an answer.

He raised his head, and the eyes that had been slightly squinted suddenly opened—and the scarlet flames that had already lost all distinction between whites and pupils burned from them.

"No, you are not a monster."

Facing the incoming thunder and dragon breath, he seemed to have figured something out, and became happy: "You are a god!"

——Incomprehensible, uncommunicative, difficult to kill... Unfathomable, unwatchable, eternally immortal... What is the difference then?

At least, for the Silent One, after figuring this out, he finally understood the difference between the two.

And in this instant, his exoskeleton armor suddenly shattered, turning into dust all over the sky. These metal dusts were like a violently rotating sandstorm, engulfing all the dragon breaths that were shooting out, completely dissolving them. And Heavenly Thunder fell on it, and it was just splitting its upper part.

And a terrifying force rose from the center of this dust, from Bǒěrnièfū's (Bornev's) body, and formed a huge crimson demon tens of meters high behind him!

[Twilight Dependent · Demon of Bitter Punishment]

A huge demon with a constantly changing appearance and eyes burning with demonic fire, still surrounded by the unextinguished fires of sin, but in the endless pain, there is the inability to obtain what you want, the separation of love, the resentment of long-lasting, the inability to let go, all the sufferings of the world, which one cannot be compared with the burning of the karmic fire? With so many lice, why bother to care about the source of a mere pain?

Facing Su Zhou, who had no fear at all, and even let out a happy laugh, the huge Demon of Bitter Punishment stepped on the earth, and jumped into the high sky with the Silent One, and punched the opponent.

With a bang, a spiritual power flash like lightning suddenly lit up in the sky. The Demon of Bitter Punishment, who had just jumped up, fell down like a meteorite, breaking countless trees in the black forest—and a pale dragon with violent spiritual flames spraying behind him, even forming wings like streams of light, followed closely and stepped towards the chest of the Demon of Bitter Punishment with one foot.

But this blow missed, because the huge demon suddenly disappeared, and when it reappeared, it appeared behind the Silent One on the side—the Demon of Bitter Punishment was not Bǒěrnièfū's (Bornev's) true form, but after he advanced to the leader level, he used countless painful souls as raw materials to create some kind of powerful existence similar to an external incarnation.

The Demon of Bitter Punishment confronted the Immortal Dragon. The huge demon was simply a representative of all ugliness. A painful human face flashed on the crimson flames, and even it could be seen that the entire Demon of Bitter Punishment was made up of countless painful human faces.

And the Silent One was no longer silent. He finally grasped what he wanted to find, that is, the key to his victory.

"The strong are creatures that make others suffer, natural oppressors, and even just their existence will make later strong, later weak, feel breathless and want to overthrow them—even if they do nothing."

Suspended in the air, the red-haired Slav said calmly: "Or rather, it is because He does nothing that pain spreads."

"So, your pain is not in yourself, but in the world you are in."

"I found it."

After saying that, the Silent One raised his hand to the Immortal White Dragon who did not know what to do.

And the Demon of Bitter Punishment also raised his hand—in an instant, it seemed that something extremely huge and extremely terrifying was released from that crimson body and hit Su Zhou's body.

It was not a curse, nor a blessing... It had nothing to do with resentment or thought power. It seemed like some kind of reappearing power, running through the memory of the body, allowing all the past injuries to reappear.

So, in the next instant, countless wounds suddenly appeared on the body of Su Zhou's dragon.

Knife flashes appeared on his face, his arms fell off, and the scales all over his body instantly reached their limit, and then began to explode violently—it could be seen that cyan-purple spiritual blood flowed out from the large and small wounds all over his body, either knife wounds or wounds caused by biting.

Even one of his eyes was broken, and a huge wound appeared in his abdomen, and internal organs began to flow out from it.

Even Su Zhou's incomparably powerful self-healing power began to regenerate at the first moment of injury, but there were too many wounds and destruction that appeared at this moment, some caused by thunder magic, some by wooden Qi runes, and some by water magic bombardment by huge creatures, tooth bites, and wounds caused by being pierced by huge bee stings.

After one healed, the next one appeared again, as if all the injuries Su Zhou had suffered appeared, and Su Zhou's left hand was directly cut off and fell on the ground out of thin air.

It could be seen that the burning crimson flames on the huge Demon of Bitter Punishment had dissipated a lot, as if the pain stored in it had been greatly extracted during this outpouring process.

But this price was worth it. After all, their enemy was Su Zhou, and this kind of secret method was definitely a deadly attack for ordinary practitioners.

Of course, it was just ordinary practitioners.

"Is that all?"

Su Zhou, whose body was constantly cracking and showing all kinds of terrifying injuries, didn't even change his expression.

He calmly stared ahead, his broken eyeballs were regenerating, and he said to the Silent One and the Demon of Bitter Punishment who seemed to be still exerting force to carry out some kind of attack: "By relying on my current little pain, chainly inducing all the injuries my body has ever encountered—if I also have some pain in my heart, you would be able to directly induce heart demons, right?"

"As expected of Twilight, this method of inducing physical self-destruction is really amazing. If a flaw appears in my soul, you may be able to make me recall the memories I can't bear to recall the most. It's really amazing."

Noticing that the Silent One showed a shocked expression for the first time, Su Zhou even chuckled: "It is indeed a tricky method, but you completely found the wrong opponent."

Saying that, using spiritual power to control his internal organs and blood, the wounds all over Su Zhou's body healed as if time was flowing backwards. The flowing blood and internal organs returned to Su Zhou's abdomen like a reversed film. He lowered his body and picked up his left hand, which he didn't know when he had, but should have been cut off by someone in a certain battle, so he recalled this memory, and reattached his broken left hand to his shoulder.

Two seconds later, Su Zhou let go, and his arm had been reconnected. He laughed: "Hey, do you know that for battles between immortals, this kind of injury is just commonplace."

"If even this kind of thing is regarded as pain, then what are we practicing to become transcendents so hard for?"

Intentionally delaying time to recover from his injuries, Su Zhou began to answer the Silent One's question.

——Life is a container for accumulating pain, something that will eventually be broken.

This kind of stupid idea is really unbelievably wrong.

"Evil is the lack of good."

Saying that, the huge dragon began to move forward, and Su Zhou, who had already clenched his fists, said: "And the pain you talk about is just the lack of happiness."

"Death is even more the lack of life."

"If you degenerate into demons and monsters like you, you must have lacked something necessary in the process of life."

"Similarly, if you feel sadness and pain, naturally you lack the necessary things and the ideas you rely on in your original happy life."

Saying that, looking at the Demon of Bitter Punishment, who had also assumed a fighting posture, Su Zhou's aura rose steadily: "To be honest, what you said makes sense. The real world is not a utopian ideal, everyone is indeed very painful. Even if you are full and have nothing to do, chatting on the Internet, it is also very painful to be opposed."

"But the difference between me and you is that you Liànglínghuì (Spirit Descent Society) monsters, after becoming stronger, instead go to take away the little things left for those who are in pain, that is, their lives, which is equivalent to directly deleting their accounts, and there will never be any chance in the future."

"And I will give them something—whether it is hope or a better future, or continue to oppose him, give him anger, and let him live in anger, the result is the same."

——Of course, all of this has nothing to do with you.

Facing the Demon of Bitter Punishment, who couldn't bear his approach and took the initiative to attack, approaching him in large strides, Su Zhou laughed.

Although it had not been completely regenerated, the White Dragon, with its strong momentum, did not avoid it, and he also raised his fist and rushed towards the opponent!

Between the exploding high-heat storms, the two behemoths punched fiercely, and the air exploded with a loud roar in the bombardment of fist-to-fist and fist-to-bone. The continuous muffled sound of physical collision sounded, and the sudden lightning and crimson pain magic fire became the embellishment of this brawl.

Between the flying violent aura tides, the two huge monsters mutually destroyed each other's bodies. They were both proficient in killing and knew how to inflict the greatest pain on their enemies.

However, this fight quickly distinguished the high and low. It was precisely the White Dragon who held the power of regeneration, and the crimson demon even had the big horns on its head broken off, and the tip of one horn even became the opponent's weapon and was inserted into its chest, staggering and falling to the ground.

But this did not mean that the Demon of Bitter Punishment had no resistance—even if it was repelled by the Immortal Dragon, the Silent One still had a trump card. It could be seen that with the more intense spiritual power fluctuations, the Demon of Bitter Punishment's body was filled with an increasingly crimson halo.

The huge demon stood up again. The souls and pain from countless being devoured by the Twilight were 'burning' in its body. It was constantly disintegrating, and using this method, it temporarily exchanged for tremendous power.

Watching the crimson demon, who took one step and sank several meters into the ground, causing the earth to surge like water waves, and rushed towards him at supersonic speed, Su Zhou, whose dragon body had no more power to fight, shook his head slightly.

He didn't only have his true form.

In a flash of lightning, the huge white dragon disappeared, and the last blow of the Demon of Bitter Punishment, which had exhausted the power of disintegration, missed. Su Zhou, who had transformed into a human form again, had already raised his Extinction Blade again.

——The monster named Twilight is raging.

That is the demon from death, the dependents of destruction.

No happiness, no redemption. Monster, all I can give you is death.

Su Zhou stretched out his hand and pressed it on the hilt of the Extinction Blade. At this time, the Demon of Bitter Punishment, who knew that things were not good after the last blow missed, immediately stretched out his hand and protected his master, the Silent One, in his arms.

But at this time, it could be seen that the soul light was flashing on the blade of the divine sword—

The evil souls from the Manipulator and the Reborn, the two leaders of the Liànglínghuì (Spirit Descent Society), who were close to the leader level, were transformed into soul soldiers by Su Zhou with his Demon-devouring Lord ability, which was strengthened after he advanced to the leader level, and then blessed on the Extinction Blade.

Then, ignite it with the fire of sin.

All the evil souls were condensed, and the karmic fire burned fiercely. The black and white cold flames wrapped around the blade like dragons and snakes.

And the Soul Igniter Su Zhou turned around and looked at the Silent One who was also staring at him.

No communication is needed... Of course, everyone in this world has their own stories, and each has their own reasons for becoming a bad person or even a monster, but the focus of Su Zhou's actions has never been 'mutual understanding.'

But to eliminate them.

"Turn into ashes."

The Lán (Mist) seeds assembled into rockets, and the violent thrust transformed Su Zhou's body into a stream of light. The sword-wielding person aimed at the Silent One, who had been embraced by the huge demon, and slashed down directly, bringing a lasting trail of eerie karmic fire in the air, and also cutting open the body of the Demon of Bitter Punishment.

The extremely strong wind pressure swept through, and even blew the karmic fire into scattered sparks. The sparks fell and ignited the entire body of the huge demon again. The Extinction Blade and the black and white karmic fire carried on the knife directly cut the Silent One into two pieces and completely ignited him.

Scattered sparks also fell on Su Zhou's body, and the fire of sin began to burn on Su Zhou's body.

"...Aren't you in pain?"

Until the end, when he was dying, the Silent One was still asking this question.

"Of course not."

The Soul Igniter stared at the huge demon who was destroying and annihilating in front of him, a rare strong enemy on Earth, and the pure sin that was burning fiercely.

He raised his hand and looked at the karmic fire burning on his body, the corners of his mouth raised: "You won't understand, this is happiness."

"Yes, I never understand... So, I am a monster..."

Muttering so, the Silent One died.

His body turned into a cloud of gray dust under the burning of the karmic fire.

And a scarlet evil soul, like blood or the setting sun, appeared at the very top of the dust.

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