It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

"Is that enough?"

"That's enough. That's enough."

Bai Lin thanked him profusely, but the ones who deserved the most thanks were the uncle and his daughter. After so many years as a social slave, even if he wasn't versed in the ways of the world, the uncle was definitely quite knowledgeable. This young woman, whom he had just met for the day, was taking care of him in every way, even going so far as to use her personal connections to take care of him. Tears welled up in her eyes, and for a moment, she didn't know how to express her gratitude. It would be unreasonable not to kowtow.

But before he could act, Bai Lin raised his eyes and stopped him with his eyes. Then, using a completely different way of speaking from when he was talking to the Queen, he said,

"I'm just afraid you'll run out and cause trouble. Stop it and don't go too far."

Seeing this, the uncle followed the other party's instructions, bowed in the direction of Bai Lin and the other two, and read loudly,

"Thank you! Come on, Xiao Hei, say thank you to the sisters."

"Thank you... thank you!"

"Alright, alright, you two go get acquainted with your new home. I still need to chat with the Queen."

Bai Lin was not really used to this kind of atmosphere, so he waved his hand. The Queen also said goodbye to the cute little girl with a smile, and then looked at Bai Lin and the other girl.

"So, what are your plans next? The poet's words should have left a lot of information. For something like this, if you wanted, you could personally travel to countless places with your own two legs and save countless people."

Chapter 1126 I’m Good at This

"Perhaps. Starting small, starting with what's within reach, is one of my strengths. So, the Queen is planning to introduce me to a place?"

Bai Lin naturally couldn't fail to understand what the Queen meant. She was always very good at speaking when things weren't going well. The Queen understood directly and said,

"You've probably heard about the Pantheon from the Cinder Demon."

"Well, I have some idea. But so far, all the Dusk Gods I've seen don't come from there. Instead, they are scattered all over the world..."

Bai Lin said she had heard of this seemingly unfamiliar term before. Suddenly, her heart trembled violently, and the world around her was almost instantly enveloped in darkness.

A blood-red light, ignited by the crimson flames, dripped onto the hall's stone walls. Countless stone carvings of evil spirits and ferocious beasts dotted the vast hall. While some were incomplete, they seemed filled with the murderous intent that stabbed like a knife, imbuing the entire hall with a solemn atmosphere of immense oppression and awe.

The fleeting chaos of eternity, the riot of the world's vanity, the pain stained by time, mingled in such complex forms within these statues, seemingly recording a weighty history. Like a tide, the miniatures of the myriad forms surged towards the one who beheld them—Bai Lin. Unfortunately, it was only a miniature. The cold stone sculptures were the only true manifestation of the past in the present.

After a brief shock, one only feels sad.

Suddenly, a figure appeared directly in front of Bai Lin.

"Hey... you're the Holy Son. You look even more delicious than the rumors say. Ah, the moment I saw you, I felt like I was going to orgasm!"

The other person's expression was utterly wanton, the unbridled indulgence of lust twisting that once innocent and lovely face into a perverted, exaggerated shape. Beneath the smoky makeup, her pupils, one purple and one red, flickered with varying extremes of emotion, yet within them burned a burning madness that was both intimidating and irresistible.

"What are you?"

Without hesitation, Bai Lin immediately pushed the man away with disgust as he was about to hug her. Now, he was able to get a clear glimpse of the man's full appearance:

The girl with heterochromia was petite, clearly much darker than Bai Lin. Her purplish-black hair was like twilight fading into the long night, but the lingering brightness evoked no positive feelings, instead feeling like a drop in the bucket, leaving only a faint sense of despair.

Her hair was tied in twin ponytails, with two triangular braids in the knot, which coincidentally matched her cat-like aura, "sticking to you when you least want her to." Unfortunately, as soon as Bai Lin pushed her away, she immediately became interested and pounced directly at Bai Lin.

The opponent's speed was very fast. Bai Lin was surprised to find that he had no room to dodge after noticing her movements. He could only use his hands to resist her. But the opponent took advantage of the situation and hugged Bai Lin's hand. He took this opportunity to get close to Bai Lin.

"How annoying! You're so mean to me on our first meeting! But I just like your fiery personality..."

As she spoke, she also moved closer to Bai Lin's neck, whispering hot breath directly to the other's earlobe, the seductive breath mixed with enthusiasm. Because she couldn't judge the enemy, Bai Lin didn't even know what to do at first. Just when she wanted to warn the other party that she was a married woman, the other party sent a word full of love into her ears.

"It must be fun to kill someone as sweet and stubborn as you, right?"

It was filled with lust, but it was a bloodlust! These two feelings, madly mixed together, were like mixing a razor blade into strawberry juice. Even though it was mouth-watering, one had to be intimidated by this love.

In a flash, a massive blade emerged from the opponent's hand, slashing towards Bai Lin with a fierce aura. Bai Lin immediately used her held hand to exert force, slamming the opponent's upper body against the wall, and crouching down to deflect the attack. However, even as Bai Lin's opponent's head was nearly embedded in the wall, she maintained a charming smile, her slashing trajectory unwavering.

Seeing this, Bai Lin didn't hesitate, changing his tactics. He grabbed the opponent's lower body with his other hand and launched him backwards into the ground. After a series of heavy blows, he let the opponent's body fly away due to inertia.

After being thrown away, the girl with heterochromia stood still on a dining table in the middle of the hall. The broadsword that looked like a single-edged scissors blade matched her rather fancy dress that exposed quite a bit of area, as well as her black leather boots that were equally dignified but filled with a gloomy aura.

Her red eye gleamed with amusement. But Bai Lin could clearly sense that she had attacked without thinking, completely out of a fighting frame. Though she hadn't prepared much either, the next attack wouldn't be as easy to handle as the previous one. She quickly drew her sword and shield, gazing at the opponent with a fierce gaze.

"That's enough, Lyell. Stop it. Now is not the time for you to go crazy."

A cold yet heavy voice came from the other end of the long table, stopping the girl in front of him.

"Huh? I've been waiting for her to come for so long, and now she's right in front of me. How can I resist?"

Lyell turned his head with disdain and looked behind him. A giant man who looked to be at least three meters tall sitting at the table immediately slapped the table and said,

"Ania is right, Lyell. Now is not the time for fooling around. I understand your feelings. The desire to fight a strong opponent, to make yourself purer and stronger—my feelings are equally strong. But there's still time to fight! We're not gathered here just to watch you fight!"

"You know nothing, big guy. I like her so much that I want to tear her apart! I'm not like a muscle-bound idiot like you, understand? Besides, what do you think? None of my business?"

Compared to the giant, Lyell, who was standing on the table, was no less powerful. The giant also stood up and gave him a very oppressive look.

Chapter 1127 Pantheon

"Then if you have the guts, tear all of us apart, and then go and kill her. Not to mention anyone else, but if you want to fight her, I will definitely join her in dealing with you. By then, let's see if you can still fight each other like you wanted to."

The two of them stared at each other. It wasn't so much a stare-down as it was Lyell glaring fiercely at the giant in front of him, while the latter looked him in the eye. Finally, Lyell tutted, jumped off the table, sat down in his seat, and put his feet on the edge of the table, casually placing his scissors aside.

"Okay, it's not a big deal for a while. It really spoils my fun."

As Lyell calmed down, the giant shifted his gaze from him to Bai Lin. His sharp eyes pierced Bai Lin's soul.

His white beard couldn't hide his resolute face, as if hammered from steel. His neatly slicked-back hair blew like a snowy wind, pure white and clean, yet imbued with an icy aura. Yet, his eyes, blazing with flames, only served to accentuate this coldness.

The massive muscles, perfect curves, and exaggerated strength of the giant man made him seem like a mountain, making people feel that he was completely untouchable. The vicious scars that remained on his body were completely ignored. After all, mountains themselves should have some marks of time.

His upper body was bare, revealing his rugged physique, meant to be used as a weapon. His lower body was covered in black and red wrestling shorts and a pair of heavy-looking leather boots.

Bai Lin took a quick look and could tell he was at least three meters tall. Even as he sat there, she could sense the immense pressure from him. She felt as if she were witnessing a lion, brimming with power and ambition, with a heart so blazing it felt like being in a scorching steel mill. Thunderous, forged through countless hammers, a human figure shouldering the weight of nature.

He was very strong, that was how Bai Lin felt. Even though she could clearly sense that everyone present was dangerous, she would still naturally give such an assessment.

"Hey, Son! I'm Reinhardt, Reinhardt Z. Sokolov. I've been following you for a long time. I knew you would come here one day."

He spoke to Bai Lin in his powerful and oppressive voice, like thunder. Then, he squeezed his slightly mottled face, squinted his eyes, grinned, and gave a confident smile in a very natural way.

"By the way, that throw you just made was pretty good!"

He clapped his hands on the table and gave Bai Lin a thumbs-up, expressing his admiration. But because his face and figure were so terrifying, Bai Lin couldn't tell for a moment whether he was praising her or challenging her. But she did receive his sincerity. She nodded, then looked further into the table. A pair of empty eyes had been staring at her for a long time.

At first glance, she appeared to be a beautiful, thin, middle-aged woman sitting there, dressed in a slender butler's uniform, with strange markings covering her eyes and cheeks. But her aura was incredibly calm, like a solitary grave, emitting an eternal, unchanging stillness.

Her lifeless grey-blue eyes made it impossible to guess her thoughts. Her grey-gold hair was even duller, falling long over her shoulders, yet still looking elegant and graceful, not dull or messy.

"Welcome to the Pantheon, Son."

She spoke softly, her voice not loud but her words powerful.

Bai Lin sensed an inexplicable familiarity from her, stirring her heart and causing her to narrow her eyes involuntarily. A sense of anger was constantly rubbing against the door of murderous intent in her heart. Bai Lin originally didn't feel like going all out here, but because of this inexplicable feeling, she felt unable to suppress her inner feelings.

It was just like the first time he met Vandortino. However, this time, Miyu didn't seem to react that much.

"I know what you are thinking, Holy Son. When you saw me, you felt some inexplicable restlessness. This is because of an enemy you once met..."

Inside, a woman called Anya spoke to Bai Lin. Her voice was clear but cold and dry, like the voice of a mourner.

"Manjushaka."

Bai Lin's pupils constricted. Of course she recognized the name. This was the mysterious being known as the "evil god" that had caused great unrest within Camitlan long ago. She had transformed Fei'er, leading to a series of subsequent events, and ultimately killed Fei'er, leaving her to die in Bai Lin's arms.

Obviously, Bai Lin's breathing began to quicken. Her eyes seemed to convey a message, that is, "If you don't explain this clearly, I will take action." But the other party's attitude remained silent and unwavering. He just said to Bai Lin,

"It was an accident. In my original world, I was a being close to the god of death. After coming here, my extraneous thoughts became entangled with the resentment of this world. A resentment without any source, but full of hatred for humanity. Part of me became Manjushri."

"Accident? You don't intend to just use these two words to get over this, do you?"

Bai Lin naturally couldn't be polite; she hated Manjusaka to the core. And the person who seemed to be the culprit behind all this was right in front of her. The fact that she could patiently listen to what he said was a testament to her good nature.

Anya raised her eyes slightly and shook her head at Bai Lin.

"I didn't say that. As Dusk Gods, we are rejected by this world. The instability caused by this will naturally be fed back into the world. We naturally have our responsibilities. After all, our existence is a mistake to this world. It can be said that no matter whether we appear to be benevolent or not, we are your enemies."

"Of course you can attack me and take your revenge, and I will respond with all my strength. Or..."

She raised her finger, pointed at the table in front of her, and said,

"As you always do, examine what you see with the eyes of the present moment. Sit down at this table, listen to what we have to say, and then make your plans. How do you do that?"

As the other party finished speaking, Bai Lin's clenched fists gradually loosened.

Chapter 1128 Banquet

But this wasn't because of the other party's words. Bai Lin knew very well that taking action here would be futile, even if it was just for the pleasure of "revenge." After all, Manjushaka had been killed by her own hands. She had no intention of directly attacking the person who had passively caused everything and seemed to be the source.

Of course, she would only take action after careful consideration. Bai Linke didn't say that she would definitely not take action.

So, with a wary attitude, Bai Lin walked forward, opened the guest seats, and took her proper VIP seat at the long table. Reinhardt and Lyell sat on either side of her, in the upper seats. The host's seat was vacant, occupied by Anya and another red-haired girl. Those two, however, had a somewhat similar temperament.

The red-haired girl appeared dejected and haggard. Her outfit was ostentatiously trendy: a cool leather jacket, a rather unremarkable black undershirt, and ripped motorcycle pants with overly sagging hems. She paired them with a pair of riveted boots. Her hair was casually tied up in a messy pattern, perfectly matching Bai Lin's stereotype of a certain group of people.

She looked like a rock musician.

As if it were precisely because of her status, beside her, a painted, though slightly dusty, electric guitar lay quietly. Just looking at it made one feel like it hadn't shone so brightly on stage for ages—just like the burning passion within this young woman. Bai Lin felt this way.

Without a doubt, she, too, exuded a dead silence. She hadn't even glanced in Bai Lin's direction since she entered, and naturally, she hadn't uttered a single word. Was she the sage phase of a decadent rock musician after a high? Probably not. Bai Lin could sense it clearly from her; she simply felt she "didn't need" to pay attention to it, that was all.

Or rather, don't care.

He looked like someone who spoke little but moved swiftly. Bai Lin thought so in her heart. She also calmed down and decided that there was no need to provoke him in any way.

Besides, the person sitting at the bottom was dressed even more strangely. Compared to the strange and bizarre things here, his attire was in line with the basic tone, but his temperament was completely simple, so much so that Bai Lin would ignore him at first.

He was a strange man of medium build, dressed in a black and white prison uniform, his face covered by a paper bag. Though the bag had two holes cut out, his eyes seemed obscured. But this didn't create a sense of distance, nor did it make anyone feel uncomfortable. In contrast, his attire even gave people a sense of subtle amusement and a touch of familiarity.

When Bai Lin looked at him, he even waved his hand and said hello to Bai Lin, which allowed Bai Lin to see the broken shackles on his hands. Bai Lin also nodded slightly.

Seeing Bai Lin already seated, Aniya, who seemed to occupy a dominant position here, nodded and began her conversation softly.

"Not all members of the Pantheon are here, but these are probably the only ones who can be present. On behalf of everyone present, I would like to extend a welcome to you, Holy Son."

Welcome? Bai Lin couldn't tell that everyone here welcomed her. She glanced at them,

"So, you knew I would come here?"

"You were bound to arrive sooner or later. After the battle between you and the Dusk God Vandotino, our informant witnessed you being approached by the current nominal ruler of the Pantheon. From that moment on, you were qualified to enter here."

Being touched? After a moment's thought, Bai Lin could recall that he did encounter some strange things after the war. Since it was probably not those Death Gods, then it must be the inexplicable thing that made him faint. Bai Lin narrowed his eyes and said subtly,

"Since that person is in charge of your place, why is she not here now?"

"His whereabouts have always been extremely mysterious. We don't know where he will appear or what he will do. But everyone who comes here, without exception, has seen him."

"So, he is recruiting you, the Dusk Gods?"

Yes, Bai Lin knew from the beginning that everyone present, except herself, was a Twilight God. This was thanks to the information that Smo had conveyed to her after the Battle of Dawn and Dusk. From then on, she had roughly understood the existence of the Pantheon.

The prisoner sitting in the lower seat shook his finger, leaned forward, and said,

"I personally have no objection. But the title of Holy Son, the Dusk God, was given to us by the world. Since most of us who have appeared are relatively powerful, it is both a name of respect and a name of contempt. Not everyone here can accept it—"

"It doesn't matter. Let her call me whatever she wants. Anyway, from the beginning, I didn't have any expectations of her."

The rock musician sitting opposite Anya unexpectedly spoke. The first few words sounded a bit drunken, but the tone and attitude she displayed were crystal clear. Her voice was clear, and she still didn't look at Bai Lin, clearly making it clear that she wasn't interested in him.

Of course, Bai Lin had no objection to this. She continued to express her ambiguous attitude, crossed her legs, and looked at Anya inside.

"Expectations? What an interesting word. Since I'm truly out of tune with you, there must be a special reason why I was invited here. And it seems..."

"You seem to know it too?"

"Well, we were just about to explain all that to you. It's a bit of a long story, but chances are you already know some of it!"

Reinhardt enthusiastically answered for Anya. Just then, a strange energy wave flashed from behind Bai Lin, instantly causing her to turn and look. Suddenly, where Bai Lin had been standing, a dishevelled, injured, exhausted, and sweating young woman appeared. She had a head of tangled green hair and droopy purple eyes, and she appeared shaky.

There were some white flames burning on her body. They looked very chaotic, and Bai Lin sensed a familiar aura. She only glanced at Bai Lin, then staggered to the side of the table, lying on the table, and said to Anya fiercely, breathlessly,

Chapter 1129 Informant

"Damn it, that damn poet has gone crazy again! This time I got some information from a close distance. Even though he didn't notice me, he almost burned me—"

At this point, she looked up at Bai Lin anxiously, and explained in a panic,

"Uh, Holy Son, I'm not talking about the poet you know. Don't get me wrong."

After saying this, she vented madly to Anya,

"Ania, please forgive me! If you keep going on like this, I really can't do it anymore!"

The green-haired woman looked frantic, and judging by her struggling attitude and unsteady body movements, she seemed particularly uneasy. Even after exhausting her emotions, her words still came close to pleading with the other party.

Hearing this, Anya slowly stood up and walked to the other person's side. Then, she grabbed one of the other person's hands and placed the other hand on the other person's head, gently stroking the other person. She raised her empty and gray eyes and looked directly into the other person's eyes.

"Relax, Claudia... This isn't a difficult task for you, is it? You've retrieved important intelligence for us countless times."

Looking into Anya's eyes, Claudia's breathing gradually became steady, whether out of oppression or genuine comfort. However, her eyes became more erratic.