From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 270: The Dying Struggles of the Warlords

Bai Yang's words seemed to add a new layer of brilliance to the future of the Buddhist Order, this unique sect. However, this did not affect the confidence the two Transcendents had in their respective paths forward.

Although they had not explicitly agreed to a race, nor did they have any intention to compete, as Transcendents representing world-renowned religions under the global spotlight, they could not help but accelerate their actions.

After all, this concerned their sect's prestige, which was far more important than anything else!

At this moment, Min Aung was slowly explaining his principles and theories to the warlords of Shan State. Originally, the three warlords of Shan State had intended to use force against him. But as Min Aung advanced, more and more soldiers were persuaded by his words. To their profound shock, the warlords realized they had become the minority!

Left with no other choice, they could only obediently listen to his teachings, quietly admit their mistakes, and promise a ceasefire.

Of course, this was a benefit reserved solely for the warlords Min Aung had screened and deemed to have committed less severe crimes. As for those with heavier sins, they were currently writhing on the ground, enjoying the exact same "bliss" as Dakan!

Their agonizing screams caused the legs of those who had initially wanted to resist to tremble violently, too terrified to make a single reckless move.

Min Aung understood the pain and hardship of ordinary people, and he knew exactly what these warlords feared. Therefore, he never hesitated to employ his decisive force.

Even a Buddha possesses a wrathful glare and an indestructible Vajra body. If he could not strike fear into the hearts of these men, there would be no way for him to carry out his mission!

Thus, as he progressed, many specialized telecom fraud parks were shut down, and numerous drug plantations were reduced to ash. Sin had nowhere to hide. All malice was as clear as a blazing beacon before Min Aung.He knew with absolute certainty that the poverty of this nation was not due to overpopulation or an inherently poor economy, but rather the international sanctions and war brought about by the bloody rule of the warlords!

Some people actually claimed that it was impossible to survive here without drugs and telecom fraud, an excuse that was as ridiculous as it was absurd.

This was Southeast Asia, a fertile land where scattered seeds easily sprouted. It was a rice cultivation holy land capable of three harvests a year, a tropical region brimming with abundant fruit. The very fact that people went hungry here, let alone starved to death, made it glaringly obvious who was to blame!

"Amitābha, this poor monk hopes that you all can cease the fires of war and grant the populace the freedom to move as they please, allowing them the ability to maintain their livelihoods!" Min Aung declared, his words revealing boundless compassionate mercy.

However, in the eyes of these warlords, this was a blatant threat!

After all, there were still people outside who were in too much agony to even scream. This Buddhist monk had only been here for a few minutes and had already replaced the leaders of several of their factions. If they did not obey, would they be replaced as well?

"G-Grandmaster, if we follow your rules, is there anything else you require?" someone mustered the courage to ask after Min Aung finished speaking. "Is there anything specific we need to do?"

"Do what?" Min Aung shook his head. "If you truly keep your promises, you can simply act as if this poor monk was never here!"

"If the populace lives in peace and works happily, this poor monk can even serve as your guide..." He was a truly pragmatic man. These warlords were the ones he had carefully selected—the relatively normal ones who at least lacked overwhelming malice and deeply ingrained corrupt habits.

"Yes!" the surrounding men muttered quietly. The terms this master offered were unbelievably lenient...

In this region endowed with outstanding talents, achieving even this much was already extremely difficult.

Min Aung also knew that he could not directly destroy the governance system here, not unless he possessed the ability to suppress everything with absolute power while simultaneously managing the cities through that same power, just like Zanluo Bodhisattva.

He was merely a Buddhist monk; naturally, he could not accomplish that. Therefore, he had no intention of employing such harsh and overbearing methods.

The problems of this nation were deep-seated and intractable. Many people had grown accustomed to the rule of the warlords. If they were suddenly liberated, it might spark unexpected troubles and cause even greater losses.

It was better to let these rulers maintain their authority for now, and gradually bring order to the country step by step in the future.

During this transitional period, Min Aung would act as a supervisor and observer. If these men still refused to do any good, he would not mind handing out some punishment!

"Amitābha. World-Honored One, this disciple may descend into the Avici Hell, but there are things this disciple simply must do!" Min Aung chanted with a bowed head. The compassionate mercy of a monk was the compassionate mercy meant for the people!

... Meanwhile, on the other side, in the Kachin region, otherwise known as the Christian region in the north.

There were several warlords here as well, but because this area had deeper ties with the West, the situation here appeared far more tragic and brutal!

Indeed, even someone like George could only use the word "tragic" to describe what he witnessed. For here, he uncovered a sickening production line dedicated to breeding, organ harvesting, and human trafficking!

This region maintained close connections with Western territories, and because of this, the corrupt practices belonging to Western powers and various financial conglomerates were put on full, horrific display here!

They would abduct or purchase people and stash them here to engage in surrogacy or reproductive activities. Sometimes, simply unwilling to let these women sit idle, they forced them to bear children continuously!

The infants born from this nightmare were not raised here. Instead, they were sold with clear price tags. How much they cost, their specific pricing tiers, where they were sold, and whether they were sold whole or in parts—everything was explicitly cataloged and priced!

As for the women who lost their reproductive value—aging prematurely due to the severe physical toll of endless childbearing—they, too, would be carved up and sold off.

This had practically become the standard routine. Even though many knew about it, no one did anything to stop it.

Of course, this "many" did not include George, who had just arrived.

As a devout and conservative Catholic, George found it difficult to describe his own expression upon witnessing these atrocities. He had refrained from punishing Dakan earlier because Min Aung had intervened, but this time, he was seeing it with his own eyes!

The ultimate irony was that, in order to deceive the public, the "factory" in this region was actually a church!

A holy church had become a place for these warlords to harbor filth and reap exorbitant profits! To control the women, they would even turn them into fools or force them into drug addiction!

Only a select few women of higher quality were barely able to escape such a fate, but this was certainly not something George could ever accept.

He only felt a deep sense of irony, an irony magnified by the fact that the pastor standing before him had opened a livestream room and was currently facing him with an attitude of sheer terror!

"I... I am a believer of the Lord! You have no right to judge me!"

The livestream room seemed to act as the pastor's lifesaving talisman, which only served to make George increasingly irritated!

He marched right up to the man and loudly declared, "I have no right? Tell me, then, who gave you the right to turn a church of the Lord into a slaughterhouse of blood corruption?"

"And who gave you the right to twist faith into a magnet for human trafficking? Was it your order? Do you dare to speak their name out loud?"

The pastor naturally didn't dare. After all, the man standing before him was a Saint. While the Saint might reason with him, his order certainly wouldn't; the order would just slaughter his entire family!

"Yes, I am a member of the Inquisition. I am only responsible for dealing with heretics. Theoretically, this place does not fall under my jurisdiction!"

"But you have tolerated depravity and blasphemed the Lord's sacred ground! If you are not a heretic, then what are you?"

"I prayed to the Lord, and His only answer to me was to clean up!" George drew his sword, his eyes entirely devoid of pity. There was only unyielding resolve!

As his words fell, in front of the hundreds of thousands of people in the livestream room, this pastor of Protestantism, along with the other clergy members, suddenly burst into white flames!

"Ahhhhh!" Horrifying wails tore from their throats. The agonizing flames that could completely burn away the soul made the footage of their deaths a banned broadcast in numerous countries. It also cemented George's terrifying reputation, spreading it across the globe until the mere mention of his name could stop a child's crying in the dead of night!

...

The news from both sides reached the ears of the remaining warlords in Myanmar almost simultaneously.

These old rivals, who had spent nearly sixty years fighting fiercely to the death, could only put aside their past grievances at a time like this. They gathered together once more to discuss their next course of action.

"Damn it! These two aren't leaving us any way out!"

They only made such a claim after closely monitoring the actions of the two Transcendents!

The two Transcendents indeed left them no way out. Not only did they show no mercy, but through their actions, they had completely sealed off the warlords' escape routes.

No drug trafficking, no human trafficking, ceasing the war, and diligently developing the economy...

Could they do these things? Of course they could!

But did they want to do these things? Of course not! If they had wanted to, their families wouldn't have ended up entrenched here in the first place!

At this moment, the last leader of the Kachin Army, a man named Enla, spoke viciously. "If they won't let us live, then we won't let them live! I don't believe it. If one missile won't work, and a fuel-air bomb won't work, we'll just use something that triggers instantaneous deflagration. Wouldn't that be enough?"

"But the Transcendents are incredibly sharp. They won't fall for it, will they?" someone asked in worry.

"They won't fall for it? Then we'll create an opportunity to make them fall for it!" The ruthlessness in Enla's eyes was entirely absolute. "We're going to die anyway. If we bet everything on one last strike, we might just survive!"

Everyone nodded heavily. They were going to make their final, desperate stand!