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

"But, if it continues like this, I'm sure I'll be dead soon—"

Before Claudia could finish her rebuttal, Anya pulled her into her arms and blocked her mouth. She continued to comfort her while whispering,

"You'll be fine, Claudia. This is your power, and your responsibility. And..."

She leaned closer to the other person's ear, and then said gently,

"If you can't even do this, there's no place for you here. Worthless people die much faster than this. I'm very glad and happy for you because you still have your own abilities."

The extremely gentle words, delivered amidst a tingling sensation, sounded incredibly ironic to outsiders. Claudia's eyes froze upon hearing this. And Anya simply pushed Claudia away, not offering her another warm embrace. She walked back to her seat.

Seeing that Claudia had calmed down but was still standing there in a daze, Bai Lin couldn't help but frown.

Why does this look like PUA?

Arya is supposedly the source of the Manjushage flowers. Given the shared origin, it's not impossible that they possess similar or even identical properties and abilities. For example, in her embrace just now, Arya had incorporated something similar to the "Rakutenka" element, thereby increasing her dependence on it.

Putting aside these physical possibilities, her words clearly manipulated the other person's every move. Compared to the prisoners' less visible presence, Claudia appeared incredibly fragile. In Bai Lin's eyes, she felt completely "shattered." Not to mention compared to other Twilight Gods, she gave the impression of being just an ordinary person facing adversity.

I want to struggle, but I don't know where to go. No matter what I do, there's no end in sight, and in the end, I'm at the mercy of others in the storm.

However, she does seem to be an important source of intelligence at the moment.

As Anya's eyes fixed, Claudia also sat down in her seat somewhat dejectedly. She supported her cheek with one hand, leaned on the table, and said in a weak voice,

"The original population of this world, an entire race, was wiped out."

"If I had to put it bluntly, an entire civilization would have vanished. The Tzagor dynasty in the great desert was destroyed right before my eyes in an instant. Nothing remained, as if they had never existed..."

This was truly devastating news, and even simply describing it in simple words was enough to wrench the heart. However, the only ones who seemed to show any trace of grief were Bai Lin and the wrestler Reinhardt beside her. Most people, perhaps numb, showed no emotion at all, as if this was commonplace to them.

Lyell, who had been smiling at Bai Lin, still hadn't put away her somewhat crazy smile. She crossed her legs, put them on the table, and looked at Claudia with her head held high.

"Why are you talking about those worthless scum? Talk about something interesting, something fun!"

Her tone was quite intense, which scared Claudia. The latter immediately explained,

"Then... the Dusk God and the Lion Scorpion there also died. Based on previous intelligence, it was she who led the entire civilization in a desperate resistance, leading to this outcome."

"What a respectable attitude! It's a shame that such a person is unwilling to come to the Pantheon..."

Anya commented like this, then turned sideways, looked at Bai Lin and said,

"Things like what we just mentioned actually happen quite often here. But many of them probably sound confusing to you, Holy Son. Don't worry, I'll explain them all to you right now."

First, regarding "not wanting to come," in reality, even though the Dusk Gods gain the qualification to enter the Pantheon after contacting them, they are not necessarily guaranteed to come. After gaining the qualification, they can come here by accurately reading or pronouncing the word "Pantheon" silently. Of course, they can also choose not to use this qualification at all.

For example, Vandortino is a powerful god of dusk who has not joined here.

Not all Twilight Gods would be willing to join here, nor would they necessarily be qualified. Even Bai Lin, who was not a Twilight God, could receive the qualification... Therefore, outside the control of the Pantheon, there were still many Twilight God-related events, which was normal.

So, what kind of organization is the Pantheon? Why does it attract so many Dusk Gods to gather here?

Here, we have to mention the "poet" mentioned by the informant Claudia just now.

Without Anya's explanation, Bai Lin could probably guess that it was the white thing he had seen before that was causing havoc.

"You've probably seen a lot. Unexplained natural disasters, the collapse of tribes, and even the world turmoil caused by our Dusk God are actually all related to that white poet. Of course, things like the complete annihilation of an entire civilization have never happened. It's just natural that it will happen sooner or later."

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Anya explained this to Bai Lin, and she expressed her words very clearly. Bai Lin immediately raised his hand, interrupted her, and asked questioningly,

"Although that guy does look crazy, everything has to have a reason. Who is he, and why is he causing trouble here?"

At this point, Bai Lin's eyes became sharper again. She glanced at everyone's faces and said,

"You're not going to tell me that he's the culprit who destroyed your world, are you? Doesn't that mean he can destroy the entire world with a flip of his hand? What's the big deal about causing these little destructions..."

Suddenly, Bai Lin was stuck. Thinking about what he had seen and heard in this world, for example, Nancy, whom he had just met, didn't she just want to keep the little foxes in captivity? Didn't she even dare to control and use the God of Dusk?

For such an event involving complex races and diverse civilizations, it is completely unreasonable to use some so-called "common sense" to think about the other party's motives.

He might just be having fun, and he could indeed destroy this place at any time.

"It seems that you have the answer in your heart."

Seeing Bai Lin's expression fluctuate, Anya sighed softly.

"However, you should also be aware that the Pantheon is a special existence. It can form a connection with that world, but there is no actual connection. It exists outside of the entire world."

She held up her hands and also looked at the Twilight Gods at the same table. Her words flowed through their bodies like fine threads.

"Because this place is independent of the world, we are not excluded. Here, our spirit and existence will not be eroded as quickly as in that world, but the influence still exists, just to a different degree."

"Whether it's hatred or meaninglessness, I think for most of us, the memories of the past are something that time alone cannot erase. But our world has vanished, erased, and we have no roots. Even if we constantly remind ourselves not to forget, a flower separated from its roots will only gradually wither."

"Yes, when the withered flowers fall into the soil, won't they take root and sow seeds again?"

Bai Lin did not resonate with the other party's profound words, perhaps because she had never experienced such a painful experience, and quickly replied. And Aniya smiled faintly,

"Where, then, is our soil? You should have seen the past of Vandotino's own world. That world egg, carrying the backup, has a scale that surpasses the entire multiverse. And it's not static, but a cosmic model that, like the current universe, is infinitely expanding."

She stared at Bai Lin and said in a heavy tone,

"Are you willing to completely erase this world you've seen and lived in for so long, as if it never existed? Give it to someone else, give it to us? I don't need to tell you the answer. Even if you are willing, there is only one piece of land, and -"

"If it can be destroyed once, it can naturally be destroyed a second time."

Bai Lin did not answer, she remained silent. And Anya stood up and walked towards a side door inside the hall.

"It seems that our new friends don't realize how brutal this war is. Come, let's take a look together."

-

The space Aniya led Bai Lin into seemed infinitely vaster than the previous hall, and even darker and more silent. Inside, countless bizarre stone carvings, like tombs, filled the entire stone chamber with an overwhelming sense of pressure and heaviness.

There are many surviving Twilight Gods, but not all of them can resist the corruption of the world. Every piece of stone sculpture that still exists here is a Twilight God in cryogenic dormancy.

And it was they who fueled the Pantheon's existence—supplying it with the remnants of the destroyed world's power. By erasing the last remaining existence in that entire world, annihilating the last "Twilight God" who remembered it, the stone sculpture would vanish from this moment on, no one would remember it ever existed, truly and completely obliterated.

They essentially staked their lives, believing their willpower was insufficient, on these awake, struggling Twilight Gods. They hoped they would one day succeed and bring them along with them. After all, not everyone cared about their own world, did they? It was possible to simply want to survive.

Of course, if one simply wanted to live a happy life, and if conditions permitted, abandoning oneself and blending into this world, and finally witnessing the end of the world with the natives, that was also an option. Those who chose that option naturally had no place here from the outset.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Bai Lin nodded thoughtfully and commented,

"Then I understand why Vandortino rejected your invitation."

Xiao Nuo's sister was clearly ostracized by the world, making her a non-indigenous member. Furthermore, with her broken body and powerless body, she was undoubtedly useless. Coming to the Pantheon, she was only fit to be fuel. So, rather than risk her life on this group, she decided to entrust her life to her beloved sister.

Bai Lin had thought about the existence of the God of Dusk, which meant that there might indeed be countless destroyed worlds. But witnessing it with her own eyes, she, who was already sentimental, was indeed moved. If she was not in a state of mind to do serious work, she would definitely observe a long moment of silence for these nameless dead. However, now is not the right time to mourn for strangers. She looked at the stone tablet, folded her hands,

"Tell me, what should we do? Just get rid of that white dog? I don't think it's that simple."

"As for the immediate goal, it really is that simple. But when it comes to execution, it's not as easy as you say."

Anya replied naturally. She stood beside Bai Lin and looked at her and said,

"According to our intelligence, he should be the creator of this world, or the god of this world."

This was a truly unexpected, yet reasonable, answer. After all, Bai Lin hadn't even had a chance to fight back in front of him the previous time. And during their previous discussion with Katie, they had already come to the conclusion that there was a single god in this world.

It was precisely because of the existence of the One God that the destruction of a world could be so effortless and without warning. After all, it was only created by Him.

Chapter 1131: Try with Your Life

Bai Lin temporarily agreed with the Twilight Gods' statement, but she still had some doubts in her heart. She raised her eyes slightly, but did not reveal her attitude.

"Since you know this is difficult, how do you plan to kill him?"

Hearing this, Anya shrugged.

"I didn't expect you to ask this question first. For you, once you have a goal, you will do it, right?"

"Yes, it's your incredibly strong character that makes me want to destroy you so badly. Now that it's finally time, why are you so cowardly?"

Lyell laughed loudly and licked Bai Lin's lips, looking like she wanted to show off her presence. Bai Lin glanced at her casually and said,

"I wouldn't start a fight without knowing everything. Even if I were forced to get involved, I would assess the situation and decide whether it would be more appropriate to withdraw. Furthermore, I already knew in advance that this matter was very risky, so I would never act rashly."

That's certainly true. Looking back at the battles Bai Lin had fought so far, like those against Kronos and Manjushaka, she'd been left with no way out. When she first met Aranea, she'd chosen to flee. She knew she had to win, and she believed she would. But that didn't mean she'd just attack anyone she heard she was going to kill without preparation. She probably would, eventually, but she had her own judgment.

Bai Lin looked at Anya, and this time his attitude seemed more determined.

"But, regardless of whether he's a coward or not, if that's really the case, it's only a matter of time before I kill him."

"Hehe, you are indeed the one I like."

Lyell's words were naturally ignored by everyone present. Facing Bai Lin's reply, Anya remained calm.

"Use your life."

"what?"

"I mean, try it with your life."

Anya sighed and looked towards the hall next door. The empty seats inside were obviously occupied by other people.

"No one knows the full extent of his abilities. He's tried resurrection, illusions, feigned death, and all sorts of other tricks. And we pay a heavy price every time. We need to get more intelligence and eliminate all possibilities."

"Perhaps he has been playing all this time, pretending he might be defeated, and we will finally get the possibility that he cannot be defeated. But we must believe that he can be defeated. This is the only chance."

"So you want an immortal like me to clear the way for you? That's too easy."

Bai Lin replied with some doubt, after all, there are so many types of Dusk Gods, it is impossible that there are not a few with the ability of immortality. And as she said, this is too childish,

"Don't take yourself too seriously, Holy Son. We can still do this without you. If you can become one of us, it will only mean one more fighting force and one more hope."

Anya replied like this, and it seemed that she was indeed not so enthusiastic about getting Bai Lin to join. Reinhardt slapped Bai Lin on the shoulder, and the powerful slap startled Bai Lin a little, and his words were also shocking.

"Don't listen to her, Holy Son, you are very important! With you here, we will definitely be able to capture the one in the white robe, hahahahaha!"

Aside from that seemingly insane Lyell who had shown Bai Lin a fondness, this was the only other person who showed such warmth towards him. This sense of trust couldn't help but warm Bai Lin's heart, perhaps because he looked like a burly, physically imposing figure who made a living from his body. Strong wrestlers must also possess a strong willpower; perhaps it was a relatable connection between people of the same type.

Bai Lin looked around again.

It was hard to tell Layer's attitude, and Bai Lin felt it was about the same whether she had it or not. The prisoner wearing the paper mask had a somewhat murky air, and he didn't seem particularly motivated. The informant looked flustered, seemingly unable to find peace here and feeling like he might escape at any moment. The guitarist had always been unkind to him, and during their casual conversation, he lit a cigarette out of boredom, seemingly uninterested in the matter.

It felt like Reinhardt was supporting himself rather than supporting the operation, while Anya seemed to be going through the motions, her words bland and indifferent.

It's hard to say whether a team like this has their own agenda. It would be difficult to kill one person together. The only advantage is that these people are all very powerful at first glance, but...

This seems to be a point worth worrying about.

Ania had mentioned before that this world created by the god, the white poet of light, was finite. Although it was a normally infinitely expanding universe, to accommodate the worlds of the Dusk Gods, only one person's world could be accommodated.

It seemed that this already fragmented team could become enemies at any moment. Unlike Vandotino, who directly told Bai Lin that he had a backup of his own world, these people seemed to have never explained how they would restore it. The potential for their subsequent actions was unpredictable.

"You mean, we should cooperate until that guy dies?"

Of course, that’s all “later”.

After a little thought, Bai Lin came to her conclusion. And Anya nodded frankly.

"exactly."

After receiving such a positive response, Bai Lin actually felt much more at ease. It seemed that killing the "God" was just a goal in the Tao, not a sudden group of people coming to him to form a team, saying that after defeating the boss, he could return home.

Bai Lin didn't believe that such a pie would fall from his pocket among such a group of people.

"In that case, I'll consider it. We can exchange specific details later. It's not that I'm going to cooperate with you, but..."

As Bai Lin spoke, her gaze wandered along the wall until she came to the doorway between the Stone Chamber of the Gods and the hall outside. Her words abruptly stopped at that moment because she saw a pair of eyes.

Those were a pair of dark eyes. Although they weren't as pure and clear, and couldn't compare to Katie's perfection and concentration, their sharp aura instantly made Bai Lin hold his breath and concentrate. As soon as their eyes met head-on, it was as if there was a light, yet tangible collision sound.

The sound of warriors' swords clashing together.

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Although it was light, it was like a stone dropping into a lake. The collision of energies spread out like reverberating ripples. Everyone present seemed to understand what was going to happen next, and the two people who were staring at each other—

Nature is clearer.

"careful!"

Bai Lin immediately reached out and pushed aside the informant standing by the door. At the same time, she extended a hand in front of her, shielding herself. A wave of extreme fear, as if it were brushing past her, washed over her. The informant closed her eyes. As warm blood splattered on her face, she trembled and opened them a fraction.

Bai Lin's hand was severely injured. Most of the phalanges and part of the metacarpal bones were broken, forming an extremely deformed damage. And the cause of all this was the shocking arrow stuck in her palm.

“Ahhh…Ahhhhhhhhhh!!”

The informant couldn't help but scream loudly, while Bai Lin, the injured party, acted as if she didn't care much. She commented,

"It was really fast, and it hurt."

Before she could finish her words, the sound of a bowstring being drawn swiftly rang out. Bai Lin first pulled the informant backward, then used his good hand to instantly deflect the arrow. Then, he reached for his waist and drew his sword.