Chapter 331: 312 dilution
A drop of ink can easily contaminate a cup of pure water.
However, if you pour a pond's worth of water into it, the color tainted by the ink will fade significantly.
The demon's breath had been dispersed...
Not expelled, not purified... but merely diluted.
Franca could feel many things happening on the level of Spiritual Energy perception.
Of course, from a practical standpoint, regardless of the principle, what was ultimately demonstrated was...
The demon's power had been weakened!
Blondie felt his power rapidly diminishing, the strength bestowed by the true God washing away like by torrential waters, not even one in ten remained.
What had happened?
He did not know.
Everyone had already been taken into the domain of the true God, and their feeble minds had long lost the capacity for rebellion under the influence of long-term, high-dimensional murmurs.
With their first step toward betrayal, they would fall into the authority of the adults, never to escape.
They had already believed in the true God and were already envisioning their hopes for the future.
But why... why!
He did not know, and there was no need to know.
It must be the result of everything that was happening right now.
Mangy dog! This lowly mongrel!
Your broken dreams! Broken dreams! Broken dreams!
Who cares about your broken dreams!
Take your broken dreams and die!
A thick, purplish glow condensed in his pupils, but unexpectedly, an arrow zipped through his chest without warning.
His Spiritual Energy scattered, Blondie dumbly looked down at the large hole in his chest.
His Spiritual Energy had detected the object attacking him and even managed a brief resistance—
An arrow.
An arrow...
Just an arrow, how could it make such a big hole?
Huh? How could it make such a big hole?
I don't accept this!
I don't accept this!
"Fuck your mother!" Blood foam bubbled from the corners of his mouth as Blondie's gaze slackened and he fell.
"Fuck!" The first sound of a body hitting the ground erupted.
Feeling the suppression on his power disappear, Kuang Xin slapped his hands on the ground, flipping up from where he lay in an instant.
While still in mid-air, Kuang Xin twisted his body and kicked like a whip, knocking down the two nearby "traitors."
The slightly lean figure of Xu Ruoguang also seized the opportunity to break free; drawing his Longsword, his figure blurred past several traitors in an instant, leaving behind only faint traces of blood.
"Crack!"
Franca sheathed her Longsword, tracing back from the arrow that had pierced Blondie's chest, looking towards that dark direction.
Her gaze was complex.
Is this your answer to the erosion by high-dimensional demons?
Using the purest human yearning for goodness to smooth out the ripples in those high-dimensional spaces caused by extreme negative emotions.
Yes, ripples.
The birth of all demons is actually the ripples produced in high-dimensional spaces.
As a descendant of a deeply-rooted and prestigious family, Franca had all the various classics memorized by heart.
In the past, researchers of human Spiritual Energy practitioners admitted that high-dimensional space itself was not an absolutely evil place; it merely existed quietly there, as a natural attribute of the world.
Nevertheless, any extreme fluctuations of negative emotions would cause disturbances in that space, leading to changes.
And the core of those perturbations would materialize into demons themselves.
Killing demons could smooth out these ripples.
Smoothing out the ripples could also weaken the demons' influence.
Both affected each other, merely different manifestations of the same phenomena.
So in theory... just in theory, if the happiness, contentment, and joy from sentient beings could endure persistently and peacefully, then the high-dimensional space would ultimately be purified into an empty land of tranquility.
Besides a few native creatures of the high-dimensional space and the occasional space storms, there would be no more waves in the desolate land.
But... is it possible?
"..." Franca backed into a corner, standing with the wall at her back, her eyes reflecting the chaotic battle unfolding before her, while her mind pondered humanity's future.
The power of demons had already been significantly weakened; even without that lord or herself taking action, the guard squad composed of the children of demons would have been sufficient to deal with the fallen that had truly embraced the demons.
She was pondering something much more profound—
Has anyone ever done this?
Yes.
But all had remained at a naïve and simplistic stage.
In their early stages of growth, everyone believes they are the most special and powerful person in the world, capable of accomplishing what predecessors never did, confident in forging a golden age never before seen.
However, as soon as one encounters a more genuine and vast world, they would realize how impractical this idea is.
Humans are inherently chaotic creatures. Franca didn't deny some shimmering qualities that glow brilliantly, but the inevitable presence of scum and degenerates could not be avoided either.
Not to mention that the current world situation is plagued by internal strife and external threats. For humanity to simply survive and maintain its current scale might not be an easy task, let alone caring for the personal feelings of every individual within the system.
The clamor around her gradually subsided, and Franca let out a soft breath.
"...huh~"
No matter what, the fact that someone attempted to do it was a good thing.
What previous generations had not achieved, our generation can try.
That lord... was truly interesting, and self-confident.
With his power, he was certainly not an inexperienced greenhorn who had never encountered the world, and yet, he still naively believed that humanity could save itself.
The events of today, even without his arrow, this demon calamity would not have caused much loss.
The people of Black Street, relying on themselves... had defeated the demons!
"Heh~"
It has never changed... never changed.
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Since the moment she first came into contact with those "Children of the Demon" who served under him, their organization has been such a purely idealistic existence.
And after many events, they remained the same.
Under such a brightly shining flag, there was a group of followers devotedly heeding the will of the flag. What a wonderful thing it was...
Franca's eyes swept over the guards of the children of demons, subduing every traitor.
With the diminishing demon strength, the traitors gradually awoke from their frenzied descent, realizing what they had done.
"Stop hitting, stop hitting, I surrender, I surrender!"
"Didn't I just kick you once? Kick me back ten times! Ten times!"
"Lord, I am innocent, Lord! We were just controlled by demons, it wasn't genuine, Lord!"
"Genuine or not, don't talk to me about it." Kuang Xin said sternly, pinning the "traitor" beneath him, "Everything will be judged by the lord!"
"Lord... Lord..."
Some saw the figure emerging from the shadows, their eyes filled with fear.