Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

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Qian Renxue and Poseidon did not stay in the lower realm for long.

For them, purging the corrupt elements within the church is their duty, after all, it is their tradition and an extension of their divine power.

Those false believers who commit evil under their banner are the greatest insult to them and must be personally erased.

However, these two goddesses tacitly chose to back down when it came to the Douluo Federation government.

Strictly speaking, this federal parliamentary system and legal framework were created by Bibi Dong herself.

Although it is now rotten and decaying, according to the rules of the divine realm, if it is to be cleansed, it should be done personally by the "Empress" who holds the positions of Asura and Rakshasa.

After purging the high-ranking officials of the Angel Temple and the Church of the Sea God, the golden and blue light dissipated, and the two God Kings soared into the sky.

As the deity departed, the federal high-ranking officials who had been writing their wills were suddenly overjoyed at having survived a catastrophe.

"They're gone! They're gone!"

"Hahaha! It seems even gods have reason! We are a secular government, not under their jurisdiction!"

Inside the parliament building, the surviving members of parliament celebrated, believing they had escaped a calamity. They were even already plotting how to use the fall of the church to further consolidate power and fill the vacuum.

However, what they don't know is.

What awaited them was not forgiveness, but something even more cruel and desperate—the final judgment.

Just half a day later.

The once clear sky was suddenly dyed a suffocating dark purple. A chilling, evil yet orderly and terrifying pressure enveloped the entire Federation headquarters.

There was no nonsense, no announcement.

Bibi Dong has arrived.

Behind her followed 108 "God Hunters" dressed in dark red armor and wearing ghost masks.

That was the most elite enforcement team in the divine realm, each member possessing the combat power of a third-level deity.

"kill."

Bibi Dong sat high on the Void Throne, toying with a purplish-black scythe in her hand, and uttered a single word indifferently.

She doesn't need evidence, she doesn't need a trial.

The Rakshasa's divine sense instantly enveloped the entire Federation. Under this malevolent perception capable of seeing into people's hearts, no one's soul could hide.

Greed, tyranny, selfishness, cruelty...

As long as the malice deep in your soul exceeds the threshold set by Bibi Dong, no matter if you are a high-ranking speaker or a low-level clerk, no matter if you have actually committed a crime or not.

As long as you have that "heart" and are in a position to do evil.

That would be a capital offense.

"puff--"

A member of parliament who had just been denouncing church corruption and touting his own integrity suddenly had his head explode like a watermelon.

Then, the second, the third...

The entire federal agency instantly turned into a battlefield.

Bibi Dong's logic for the purge was simple and brutal: the so-called severity of the events was merely a matter of time.

Once the first door is opened, once the thought of doing evil is conceived, as one's status rises, small evils will eventually escalate into great evils.

Rather than waiting for them to grow into malignant tumors, it's better to remove them now.

On that day, blood flowed like a river in Mingdu.

More than 300,000 federal officials, law enforcement officers, and related interest group members were slaughtered in just twelve hours.

There was no argument, no pleading, only the coldest death.

……

Looking at this scene that resembled purgatory, Huo Yuhao stood on the ruins, completely lost in confusion.

Just moments before, he was risking his life to overthrow this corrupt system and cheering for every small victory.

But the next moment, the gods descended.

In just one day, he accomplished what he might not have been able to do even if he had spent his entire life on it.

That efficiency, that power, left him with an unprecedented sense of emptiness.

"now that……"

Huo Yuhao gazed at the indifferent purple figure in the sky and muttered to himself, "Since the gods possess the ability to resolve problems so quickly, why are they hesitating?"

"Why did you leave ten thousand years ago? Why did you stand by and watch countless innocent people die tragically over the past few thousand years?"

"If they had acted sooner, Tang Ya's parents wouldn't have died, my mother wouldn't have died, and so many tragedies in this world... wouldn't have happened." "They could have saved everything, so why... did they just stand by?"

"Snapped!"

Just as Huo Yuhao was about to get stuck in this dead end, a foot kicked him hard in the butt, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt.

"Ouch!"

Huo Yuhao let out a scream, clutching his backside as he scrambled to his feet, glaring angrily at Tianmeng Bingcan, who had transformed into a blond-haired boy behind him. "Brother Tianmeng! What are you doing?!"

"What? I'm kicking you awake, you idiot!"

Tianmeng put her hands on her hips and looked at him with a look of disappointment, "It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering!"

"Huo Yuhao, let me ask you this: Do you know how many people are still starving in the slums of Mingdu right now?"

Huo Yuhao was taken aback: "I...I know."

"Are you capable of helping them?" Tianmeng pressed.

"I have……"

"Did you go and help them? Did you give them all your money? Did you bring them food every day?"

Huo Yuhao was speechless: "I...I'm busy fighting the Federation, I don't have that much energy..."

"Look!"

Tianmeng sneered, "You can't even do what you're capable of doing yourself, so what right do you have to ask the gods to do it?"

"Having the ability and having the responsibility are two different things!"

Tianmeng pointed at Bibi Dong in the sky, "Bibi Dong and the others' responsibility to the Douluo Federation ended ten thousand years ago! They established order, left behind divine pillars, and left behind majesty. It was humanity's own greed and forgetting of reverence that caused them to squander such a good hand!"

"Now, this mess is something humanity created itself, so why should we expect a god who has long since retired to clean up your mess?"

"If it weren't for the fact that Xuanming still has some sentimental attachment to this place, he wouldn't bother with you ants!"

"Humanity has made a mess of the world, and instead of reflecting on its own actions, it thinks of praying to God?"

Tianmeng scoffed, "Who do gods pray to when they encounter trouble? To the higher-dimensional universe?"

At this point, Tianmeng dropped her playful smile, her eyes becoming extremely serious, even showing a hint of weariness.

"Yuhao, you better remember this."

"Ten thousand years ago, Xuanming said that a world that needs heroes has no value."

Huo Yuhao's whole body trembled.

"Those who yearn for a hero to descend are not worthy of salvation."

Tianmeng slowly said, "The very concept of a hero is a great tragedy."

"Because when a hero appears, it means that society is terminally ill. It means that the so-called hero is isolated and helpless in this era."

"Just like you before."

"You risked your life for this world, hunted by the Federation and besieged by the Church. What about the common people? What about the Soul Masters? What were they doing?"

"They're watching the show! They're protecting themselves! Some are even calling you crazy, a heretic!"

"They will only jump out and cheer and put you on a pedestal when you win, when the gods descend."

Tianmeng pointed at the people in the distance who were kneeling and weeping in gratitude to the gods, her eyes full of mockery.

"Watching heroes bleed, they hide behind and tremble. When heroes win, they come out to enjoy the spoils of victory. When heroes lose, they kick them while they're down."

"Why should these people be saved?"

Be lenient with yourself and strict with others.

"That's human nature."

"Huo Yuhao, God won't save people; people can only save themselves."

"The reason Xuanming threw down the spear in the end was not to save these people, but because... you showed him that there are still people among humanity who dare to save themselves."

"This is the truth."

Huo Yuhao stood there blankly, looking at the high and mighty god, and then at the kneeling masses.

After a long while, he exhaled a deep breath, the confusion in his eyes dissipating and replaced by an unprecedented clarity.

"I understand, Brother Tianmeng."

He clenched his fist and looked at the reborn mech.

"God's work is finished."

"Next... it's time for people to go." (End of Chapter)