Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Balazs was now sowhat unable to step down.
The two founders beside him appropriately provided him with a way out.
The richest, Josh White, said, "Contact several private research institutions in Los Angeles, and, additionally, let’s all the families and consortiums within the organization chip in, gathering over ten thousand prisoners should not be a problem..."
Beside him, Malven Wittgenstein, who controlled the largest political power in the greater Los Angeles urban area, nodded, "Additionally, we need to change so policies, like those concerning the survival of the holess, so treaties on illegal workers, and so economic fluctuations. Appropriate pressure will aid us in obtaining sufficient materials more easily and, incidentally, clear out so unstable elents, maintaining the peace in the greater Los Angeles area..."
This one directly shifted the topic, suggesting direct impacts on the economic fluctuations of the greater Los Angeles urban area, inducing survival pressure, then reaping another wave of benefitting groups and holess groups.
With pressure, more violence and cri would easily breed...
With violence and cri, the people controlling the region, to secure a sufficiently safe living environnt and public order, would be willing to pay high taxes without affecting their approval rating.
...
While these big shots were discussing how to reap more materials,
Brian was also harvesting his own "crops."
He looked down at the Saint under his feet, who was looking back at him, as if he was looking at a tiny ant: "Saint, you take all living beings as your food, slaughtering at will, do you know your sins?"
The Saint looked up at the giant face above, the benevolent face of the Buddha gradually twisting:
"Sins?
I am the Buddha; how does it matter if I consu a few who offer themselves to ?
The body is rely a shell.
Consciousness is the only route to transcendence.
If I don’t consu them, they would die all the sa, now by rging into my Buddha Body, they can follow to eternal life, this is ritorious!
You can’t even understand this, just another deluded being.
How about..."
The Saint’s body surged with a Buddhist aura, transforming into a sky-high hand, shooting up from the ground towards the giant face: "How about you rge with as well, to share eternal life!"
What are you waiting for if I’m waiting to build up power?
Death?
The Saint did not believe his own Death Warning.
He was now in a period of expanding strength and was confident that as long as he was venerated by living beings, his consciousness would not die, existing on a level akin to subjective idealism.
How could such an existence die?
If there really were gods in this world,
Then he would be the new age deity, the Buddha of the mortal realm, an immortal and indestructible being!
With a single strike,
The Buddha, originally a hundred ters tall, instantly shrank to around fifty ters in size.
This strike was the result of burning the intentions of more than a million people, forcibly influencing reality with thoughts to create a Spiritual Energy impact.
The Saint didn’t believe any creature could withstand the telekinetic force of a million people!
The sky-high giant hand was about to strike the clouded giant face.
The giant face dissolved, turning into a giant hand of black-gray clouds filled with thunder, carrying countless Radiation Energy and the overwhelming force of Destruction, and also striking down!
The two giant hands collided.
The next mont,
Boom~
A horrible vibration turned into a sonic wave shockwave, radiating dozens of kiloters around.
At this mont, it was as if the earth quaked and the mountains shook, as if the heavens themselves were enraged.
The entire void turned into distortion.
Under the terror of this mighty presence, the ground seed to have countless thunderous raindrops falling.
The violent Gang Wind howled, further ravaging the already devastated nuclear bombed area.
The ground suffered a violent impact.
The thick radiation cloud layer above suffered even worse.
It was actually forcefully slapped by the Saint’s telekinetic palm, leaving a terrifying void imprint of a hand.
The imprint pierced through the thick radiation cloud, as if a giant’s handprint in the void.
Inhuman indeed!
Looking at the silent sky above and the still evident giant handprint,
The Saint stood amid the violent Gang Wind, his eyes puzzled.
He could no longer feel the Spiritual Waves from the cloud layer above.
Had he slapped it to death?
Just like that?
At that mont,
The giant Buddha that the Saint had transford into suddenly scread.
He looked down abruptly, only to discover that one of the thumbs on his right hand was gone!
Pfft~
Again.
Another finger disappeared right before the Saint’s eyes, as if sothing had taken a bite out of it.
The Saint was startled.
A terrifying spiritual power filled thousands of kiloters around.
Due to its strength, even the fabric of reality was affected, showing wave-like circular ripples as if scanned.
But there was nobody!
Within a few thousand kiloters, not to ntion a living person, there wasn’t even an ant!
What had attacked him?
While the Saint searched for the location of his enemy, his right hand had already beco bare, filled with uneven tiny bite marks.
The fragntation of the right palm also triggered the impact of the assorted thoughts that the Saint had been forcefully suppressing.
Every person is an independent entity.
Even ordinary individuals, though not like Mutants and First Rank lifeforms capable of forming genetic imprints within their bodies, still possess their own biological imprints.
Similarly, their faint spiritual essence also has its imprint.
Millions of consciousnesses, forcibly rged into his body.
Exploding at once, what does that an?
In an instant, the Saint’s consciousness had already lost itself.
The Buddha’s face began to constantly change, sotis male, sotis female, sotis old and weak, sotis a child...
Crying, laughing, raging, startling, fearing...
As they say, All Living Beings, a thousand faces for a thousand people.
Each face was not only different in appearance but also had varying expressions.
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