The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

Russell, the messenger wielding the powerful force of abundant destiny, is precisely an expert at manipulating the power of life.

Before him, the immortality upon which these abundant monstrous creatures depended for survival was as fragile as paper. The scene of Wan Jingqi devouring the essence of life was the most direct warning.

The envoy's imposing presence was no exaggeration. It was a sense of oppression originating from the level of cosmic laws.

Within the allied forces, a sense of retreat spread like a plague, instantly overwhelming the previous frenzy.

Many people began to look away, instinctively shuffled backward, and even whispers filled with fear rose from the crowd.

"Let's...go back?"

"This...this is something we simply cannot fight against..."

"Eaten up by that flag... not even a trace left. So this is the imperial edict flag they were talking about? And that soul lamp..."

Hu Lei's heart sank to the bottom. He could feel the will of his people and the prisoners of the bountiful people behind him crumbling rapidly. He had to do something, even if it was just to preserve the last shred of dignity.

"Tsk," Russell snorted dismissively, casually raising the "Evergreen Grass" in his hand, its emerald tip pointing at the crowd with effortless ease, as if he were pointing out a scenic view.

"What? Weren't you just shouting that you were going to fight your way out in a spectacular fashion? Why are you all weak-kneed now? Just because... I'm standing here?"

His words were like cold whips, lashing at the hearts of every prisoner, carrying naked mockery.

"You only have two paths before you." Russell's voice suddenly turned cold, like that of a judge delivering a final verdict.

“Either you die here like those idiots, cowardly and useless, becoming nourishment for the banners; or—” He twisted his wrist slightly, the tip of his spear tracing a cold arc, “like warriors, take up your pitiful strength and charge at me, and then… die. This is the only mercy I can give you.”

"There is no other choice." His final pronouncement was resolute and decisive, completely extinguishing any remaining illusions.

A deathly silence descended once more. In this suffocating silence, Hu Lei took a deep breath, forcing himself to suppress the surging fear and humiliation.

He pushed aside the trembling kinsmen before him, took a step forward alone, slightly lowered his proud head—the head of Bu Lizhan—and spoke in a tone as calm as possible, even tinged with humility:

"The esteemed...Agent of the Immortal Lord." This title made Hure's throat go dry.

“Before I… and my people meet our end, may I, Hulei, dare to ask you a question?” He raised his head, his wolf eyes filled with the pleading of a dying beast.

Russell's gaze fell on Hulei, a hint of scrutiny in his eyes. "The Wolf Clan of Bu Li... War Chief Hulei. You're the only one who's somewhat interesting." He nodded slightly, tacitly approving.

"Speak up. I'm only doing this because you have the courage to stand up for yourself."

Hu Lei organized his thoughts: "What I want to ask is, you... we are all walking on the path of abundant destiny, why do you... target us like this? Aren't we all subjects of the Compassionate Medicine King?"

"The people?" Russell seemed to have heard an extremely absurd joke, and for the first time, the gentle smile on his face completely disappeared.

Instead, a cold, almost sacred rage emanated from him. The evergreen spear in his hand faintly glowed with a verdant light.

"You... dare to call yourselves subjects of the Medicine King?" His voice wasn't loud, but it resounded like thunder in everyone's hearts. "Look at yourselves! Look at what you've done with this gift!"

His gaze, sharp as a sword, swept over the emaciated, grotesque prisoners: "Burn, kill, loot! Slaughter living beings! Treat boundless suffering as medals! Twist the bounty bestowed by the Medicine King into tools to satisfy your endless greed and atrocities!"

Russell stepped forward, causing everyone to gasp: "The Compassionate Medicine King, with His compassionate heart, benefits all living beings, and has never demanded that His followers perform good deeds!"

"His grace is like sunshine and rain, shining on all things without asking for anything in return!" His tone carried an almost obsessive piety. "But He has never! Never allowed you to do evil in His name!"

He never intended to bind you, yet he raised a bunch of wild beasts whose fur hasn't even been completely shed.

He pointed sharply at the allied forces behind Hure, his voice rising abruptly, filled with thunderous fury: "It's all because of you parasites! You scum!"

"The supreme benevolence and compassion of the Medicine King have become a symbol of chaos and disaster in the eyes of all races in the universe! His holy name has been defiled by you! His mercy has been misinterpreted as indulgence by you!"

Russell's chest heaved slightly, his eyes burning with a fanatical light that bordered on martyrdom: "So, isn't it only natural to cleanse you, to purify these filths and malignant tumors clinging to the path of abundant destiny, so that the universe may once again see the true compassion of the Medicine King?"

“As a devoted follower of that merciful deity, perhaps that deity can tolerate your behavior, but I absolutely cannot.”

His voice lowered, yet carried an even more terrifying penetrating power: "Only by completely eradicating you wicked beings who blaspheme against divine grace can the world understand what a great, pure, and benevolent god the Compassionate Medicine King is!"

"His grace is to soothe pain, to eliminate suffering, and to bathe every life in the eternal light of mercy, free from pain and suffering! And you should not be among them."

"So for the past ten years or so, I have been hunting down you rich scum."

"Don't worry, not only you Buli people, but also the rest of the well-known Fengrao people have basically been wiped out by me. You are not alone on your journey to the underworld. I wonder if this news will make you feel a little better? Hehe."

He gripped Evergreen again, the spear tip pointing directly at Thunder. The emerald light flickered on the blade, exuding a chilling aura of abundance intertwined with the hunt: "Alright, I have answered your question. I will grant you your dignity."

Russell's gaze swept over all the silent, trembling citizens of Bountiful, and he delivered the final declaration of war:

"Now, Bu Li's leader, and... you remnants who have tarnished the name of abundance. Choose: either submit to slaughter, or—charge forward with your pathetic struggles!"

The space around him seemed to distort slightly, and the power of the Envoy of Abundance, like a volcano about to erupt, firmly locked onto the desperate allied forces before him.

The banners spun slowly beside Lin, their dark gold patterns shimmering like a giant mouth waiting to feast.

He gripped the Emerald Sword tightly, his eyes cold, like the most loyal executioner, silently awaiting the coming storm.

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Golden Branches Endure the World: Chapter 175 The Self-Destruction of Illusion

The outcome of the battle was predetermined from the moment this bountiful coalition, hastily assembled from the depths of the prison, stepped out of its cage.

They faced the bountiful harvest that made him weary, and his child Lin.

Fifty years ago, the bountiful people assembled a massive coalition to try and wipe out the Doctors of Mercy organization under Russell's command, thus gaining a chance to prolong their existence.

The result? Russell himself intervened. That war, which swept across several star systems, ultimately ended with the complete extermination of dozens of Abundant Races, and the remaining participants perished within a decade.

Since then, those parasites that thrived on a life of abundance have found it difficult to unite and can only flee like stray dogs to desolate corners of the universe to eke out a living.

In Russell's eyes, this ragtag army of the prison was not even a problem, but merely filth to be cleaned up.

The immortality and rampant proliferation of flesh and blood that the people of Fengrao were so proud of melted away and became ineffective in front of Russell, like thin ice under the scorching sun.

For the first time, they truly felt the chill and despair of impending death.

This is precisely the despair they have inflicted on countless planetary inhabitants.

The only difference is that the one suffering this despair now is a war criminal with blood on his hands.

Despair is no different; it's just that the roles of giver and receiver have completed a tragic cycle.

Hu Lei, the leader of the Wolf Clan, was the only one among these remnants who could hold out against Russell for a little longer.

But it was only for a moment. The first few moves were barely manageable, causing a bloodbath, but it quickly devolved into a one-sided massacre.

Russell's movements were like the most elegant yet deadliest dance; each swing of his spear was precise and cruel, easily deflecting Hu Lei's heavy battle blade and leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on his massive wolf body.

The bronze mask had long since shattered, revealing a hideous, twisted, blood-stained wolf face beneath.

"Roar—!" Hu Lei roared in resentment, trying to use his last strength to pounce, but Russell easily dodged it by sidestepping.

With a swift stroke, the spear sent a spray of warm wolf blood flying, which splattered onto the cold metal floor of the prison, making a soft "sizzling" sound.

“In vain.” Russell’s voice was calm and unwavering, his gaze as if scrutinizing a stubborn rock.

"Father, the rest have been wiped out." Lin's voice rang out beside Russell. The strange banner in his hand was slowly losing its faint light after devouring flesh and blood. All that remained were scattered, lifeless fragments of bones and armor. Not a single one of the Fengrao people was left standing.

The boy's face was calm, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

"Hmm." Russell's gaze remained fixed on Hure. The war chief was now in an extremely disheveled state.

Its fur was torn and mangled, its flesh was a bloody mess, and its ribs and writhing internal organs were exposed to the blood-smelling air.

Having lost the twisted regenerative ability of the Power of Abundance, he was like a giant wolf stripped of its flesh and blood, on the verge of death.

Each heavy breath was accompanied by a gush of wolf blood gushing from its mouth and nose, staining the ground beneath it red.

Those once ferocious wolf eyes now held only fear of death and incomprehensible horror at what lay before them.

Russell moved. He no longer had any mockery. He raised his arm back, and the long spear of grass and wood, formed from pure abundant power, pierced through Hu Lei's chest in an instant, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air!

"Pfft——!"

The spear pierced precisely through the Crimson Moon Heart that was pounding wildly in Hu Lei's chest, tearing it out of his body.

Even as the heart left the body, it continued to beat powerfully, each contraction pumping out crimson blood brimming with violent life energy, exuding a rich, nauseatingly cloying aroma and the ferocity unique to the Bu Li wolf clan.

Hu Lei's body convulsed violently, emitting a hissing sound as he breathed heavily, and his eyes quickly became unfocused.

Russell strode forward, ignoring Hure's desperate gaze as he lay dying, and reached out to grasp. The spear piercing his heart, along with the still-beating Crimson Moon Heart, was drawn together by an invisible force and floated before him. The energy from the heartbeat formed a faint vortex, ruffling the hair on Russell's forehead.

“Not bad material.” Russell examined the heart as if he were evaluating a rough gem.

"Such a powerful life force, such abundant energy, plus this core that has been mutated and modified... it is indeed rare."

His tone was flat, as if he were discussing an inanimate object rather than having just taken the life of a powerful being.

Hu Lei's remaining consciousness heard this assessment, and the immense humiliation overwhelmed the fear of death. With his last ounce of strength, he forced out a broken, hoarse voice: "What you... have done today... is no different from what we have done? Using the flesh and blood of my people... as material... is nothing but... another form of plunder... This is... the true nature of abundance... even you... cannot transcend... the rules set by the Lord of Immortality..."

He coughed up more blood and froth, his life slipping away with each word, "Self-proclaimed... defender of the weak... deep down... just like... a bloodthirsty butcher... cough cough... how laughable."

He could clearly feel his life force being drained from his limbs and bones, and the cold, deathly touch spread along his spine.

This slow, irreversible process of ending was more suffocating than any torture he had ever endured.

He realized that the mad ramblings he had scorned in the prison—the soul lamp, the imperial edict—were not empty words.

Russell looked down at the dying giant wolf, his eyes devoid of pity, only cold scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible disgust.

“Thunderous warriors, your atrocities have already separated you from the ranks of living beings.”

“In my eyes, you are no different from the filth in the cosmic dust, or the lesions that urgently need to be removed. Using your decaying and filthy bodies to forge things that protect life is waste utilization, is purification.”

His voice suddenly turned cold. "As for that merciful God, He never asked me to be the defender of all the weak. It is I who believe that abundant blessings should be bestowed upon true lives that suffer."

“But in my definition—” Russell raised his finger slightly, pointing at Hure, “none of you are included.”

The moment the words fell, a simple lantern with an ancient design and a faint blue glow appeared out of thin air above Hu Lei's pierced head.

Inside the lamp appeared a deep vortex that spun continuously, seemingly capable of swallowing up light.

"Ugh... Ah—!" Hu Lei let out a shrill scream that was not that of a wild beast, but rather that of a soul being forcibly torn apart.

The light of the ghost lamp enveloped him, and an irresistible suction force came from it. He felt his consciousness, memories, and all sense of existence being frantically drawn out and stripped away by the vortex.

That is pain that transcends the physical body; it is the ultimate torture of having one's very existence obliterated.

He finally understood the source of those prisoners' fear.

Russell watched expressionlessly. Hure's struggles grew weaker and weaker, his massive body rapidly deflated like a punctured sack, and the last trace of his life completely dissipated.

The light of the Ghost Lamp also dimmed, and the vortex inside the lamp seemed to solidify and deepen slightly.

Russell raised his hand and the Ghost Lamp vanished. He looked again at the Crimson Moon Heart floating in the air and the soulless, rapidly decaying remains of Hu Lei.

“Lin,” Russell called out.

“Father.” The boy immediately stepped forward.

"Look closely, the power of abundance can not only foster life, but also purify and reshape."

Russell clasped his hands together, and a torrent of pure, emerald-green energy surged from his palms, instantly enveloping Hu Lei's mangled body and his beating heart.

Flesh, bones, and heart twisted, fused, and decomposed violently in the light. The raging, ferocious crimson moon energy and the life essence of the Bu Li wolf clan were guided by Russell's supreme and abundant power.

The violence, chaos, and curses were forcibly stripped away, leaving only the most primal life force and energy structure.

The light faded. A brand new heart floated in Russell's palm. It was no longer bloody and ferocious, but instead presented a warm, translucent emerald green, as if carved from the finest jade, with faint golden veins flowing within, exuding a sacred and pure life aura.

Although the shape still bears a trace of a heart, the ominous and filthy feeling has vanished, replaced by a vibrant and pure vitality.

Lin sensed a powerful life force, and a look of amazement flashed in his eyes: "Father. Its aura... is very pure."

"Yes, they've become more peaceful after evolution, that's just how it is."

Russell looked around. This level of the prison was completely clean, without a single remnant. He patted Lin on the shoulder and his tone returned to its usual gentleness: "Let's go, the filth here has been cleaned up."

"It's time to go up and explain the situation to Miss Han Ya. Then... let's see if there's anything we can do to help on the Luo Fu Immortal Ship. The source of this turmoil is definitely not completely quelled yet."

"Yes, Father. I will do as you say." Lin carefully put away the Heart of Purity and followed closely behind Russell.

Two figures, one tall and one short, stepped over the mess on the ground and walked towards the light staircase leading to the upper level, leaving behind a complete silence.

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Luofu Immortal Boat Alchemy Division

“Ahhhh——!!!”

A piercing scream shattered the chaos of the battlefield. Dan Shu, formerly a steward of the Pill Refining Bureau and now the leader of the Medicine King's secret teachings, appeared as if he had gone mad.

Everything she had meticulously planned was crumbling inch by inch under the combined onslaught of the Cloud Cavalry and the Star Train crew.

The emerald green energy of the Jianmu tree surged wildly around her like a runaway horse, tearing her robes and leaving burn marks on her skin.