While enjoying the service gained from turning five Three-Digit True Buddhas into Mara (demons), Algol hummed cheerfully as she strolled through the streets of the City of Flowers.
After not seeing the streets for so long, Algol observed the various passersby around her while chatting happily with someone.
"Buddhism really lacks everything except a bunch of ugly creatures."
"Hey, don't get it wrong—even after Ai-chan turns them into demons, they can still pretend to be Buddhas."
"Yeah, don't worry about Ai-chan. What can those ugly things do to Ai-chan?"
"On the contrary, you should be more careful over there."
"Honestly, making them fall one by one is kinda slow. Next time, let's just do a mythology overhaul."
After whispering with Aslan for a while, Algol stopped at an intersection, staring across the street.
Across the road, five monks in deep red robes with twelve burn scars on their heads stood upright, silently chanting sutras, glaring sharply at Algol.
Seeing this, Algol's mouth corner lifted, revealing a clown-like mad laugh.
She raised her hand and waved.
"Hey, baldies."
Facing Algol's taunt, the monks across the street didn't react.
"Hah, a bunch of trash—even don't know how to argue back."
Algol laughed mockingly. She wasn't worried at all facing the encirclement of these monks.
If it were a strong Almighty Domain from another Pantheon, she might have some trouble.
After all, performance in Little Garden's Lower Layers had an upper limit. When power was truly capped, numbers had absolute advantage.
In the Upper Layers, easy. Algol could confidently beat them with one hand—but in the Lower Layers, not necessarily.
Of course, this referred to other Pantheons—not Buddhism. Buddhism was calculated differently.
Current Algol could confidently call herself Buddha's Enemy. Any Buddha daring to oppose her would face the Inner Demon Trial.
Fail the trial—and they'd fall into demons (Mara).
If they'd become demons—didn't that mean they were under Algol's control range?
As Algol's words fell, a white-haired robed monk across stepped forward, clasping hands.
"Amitabha, Your Excellency Algol—we mean no enmity. We came only for one thing: please sign the Campione War treaty."
"Then we'll leave on our own."
"Hoh~ Your words sound better than chanting."
Algol dug her ear, saying in disgust.
"Since you're so sincere…"
She deliberately dragged her tone, seeing hidden joy in the monks' eyes—then suddenly turned.
"Then swear before Shaka—if I sign the Campione treaty and any Buddhist attacks me, you're willing to fall into demons? How about it?"
"Arrogant demon!"
Behind the old monk, a young-faced monk slammed his staff into the ground.
"Lowly heresy—worthy of swearing before Buddha?"
Algol raised an eyebrow, couldn't help laughing.
"Hoh, good! Another Buddha disciple who's entered my Demon Gate."
"No—this isn't my Demon Gate; more like Mara's disciple."
But mentioning Mara—a cold glint flashed in Algol's eyes.
(Hah, just a clown who got part of my Spirit Status in the past. Sooner or later, I'll take it back.)
Hearing that, two more monks showed angry faces.
"Insolent devil—dare twist our identity as Buddha disciples?"
Algol glanced down at them, shaking her head helplessly.
"Aduh, really. Is our Demon Gate disciple identity so shameful? Must cover it with golden bodies."
As Algol said this, the young monk's face changed instantly. He showed an enraged Wisdom King expression as if hurt—nearly pulling out an artifact to fight Algol.
"Amitabha—why must the benefactor insult us like this?"
The old monk showed a bitter face looking at Algol.
He naturally knew his disciples had fallen to the demon path—and the culprit was the figure before him. Precisely from trying to divine Algol's location—they were countered by Algol, Inner Demons entering their bodies.
If not for years-built golden bodies' effect—they'd have been purged by Buddhism long ago.
Though Buddhism protected disciples—it only applied if they were still Buddhas.
"Benefactor—how about we fight here?"
The old monk closed his eyes, not daring to look directly at Algol. He feared triggering his Inner Demon again.
"Master!!"
"Master—why speak to this heretic demon?"
"Grandmaster—let us subdue the demon directly!"
"Great Heaven Dragon!"
"Luo Dharma Staff!"
Seeing one palm and one staff smashing toward her, Algol blew the hair on her forehead.
Instantly, extremely fine cracks appeared on the mountain-splitting Luo Dharma Staff and the brightly shining Buddha-light Great Heaven Dragon's outer skin.
From the cracks—faintly visible were countless vengeful spirits and dry bones, intertwined with boundless hatred.
"Hoh, good! Tibetan Buddhism? Why hasn't Yang Jian and the Heavenly Army wiped it out yet?"
Algol raised an eyebrow in surprise. Though she considered herself Demon Lord, Demon Star—Tibetan Buddhism's Buddha artifact forging methods exceeded her imagination and understanding.
Existences like this—were they Buddhas given Buddha Spirit Status by Little Garden's Central Core?
"Heretic demon—don't slander here!"
"Haha, angry."
Algol showed a Jerry-like mocking expression, clenching four fingers, pointing her thumb at the clearly enraged monk.
"Why not continue the attack—smash! See what's faster—your golden bodies crumbling? Or this granny's head smashed by you?"
Algol sneered, revealing vertical golden snake-like pupils.
"Clearly a bunch of Mara—still pretending to be True Buddhas. Don't make this granny laugh her head off. If you want to fight—fight! If you want to attack—attack! Show Demon Gate disciples' courage!"
"Buddhism must not be insulted. This monk advises Your Excellency to be careful."
The white-haired old monk pulled out his staff and slammed it hard into the ground.
"Then come! Let's see who represents Buddhism."
Hearing that, Algol showed a terrifying smile.
Instantly, the entire outer layer was shrouded in thick poisonous fog.
"Careful of the poison fog."
The old monk had just shouted—the next second, he vomited black blood.
"Bunch of fools—even didn't notice I've been poisoning all along. Even Demon Gate is disgusted by you."
Algol opened her Petrification Mystic Eyes, saying annoyedly.
"You've made me very angry!"
The young monk couldn't hold back. His figure flashed, revealing Buddha Golden Body.
The next second—a ten-thousand-meter golden Buddha appeared from thin air, boldly swinging its Golden Dragon right arm, smashing angrily at Algol.
"Senior brother—I'll help you!"
Accompanied by another shout—an eight-armed Wisdom King suddenly appeared, joining the previous Coiling Dragon Buddha to attack Algol.
Instantly—this outer layer, with millions of square kilometers of land—was shrouded and carved by black smoke and Buddha light, crisscrossing and clashing.
At the same time, gazes from the heavenly world descended, staring at this Lower Layer battlefield.
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"It's started, huh."
In the courtyard of Thousand Eyes headquarters at outer layer 3345.
Aslan held a cup of hot tea, sitting on the corridor edge, looking at the battlefield separated by many dimensions.
Beside him, Shiroyasha—body shrunk to a tiny girl—scratched her leg, annoyedly drinking otaku-favorite soda.
For some reason, there was a two-person gap between her and Aslan.
Their emotions had finally subsided.
"Letting that stinky flirt cause such a ruckus—aren't you afraid you'll get dragged in?"
Aslan yawned.
"Dragged in? They should hope I really have nothing to do with Algol."
"When suspected of having weapons of mass destruction—better to actually have them."
"They won't dare investigate too deeply."
"Oh? Interesting—tell me."
Shiroyasha crawled three steps to Aslan's side, perking her ears curiously.
"Don't you see they don't even dare attack seriously now?"
Aslan pointed to the battlefield beyond many dimensional gates.
Though Algol and the monks' fight looked spectacular—besides spectacular, it was just noise.
The monks didn't dare use full power at all—fearing full power would corrode their golden bodies with Inner Demon poison.
Shiroyasha opened her big eyes, glancing strangely at Aslan and Algol, saying speechlessly.
"You're doing this—aren't you afraid the Great Monk will blame?"
"True—if the Great Monk really blamed, Vajra would've already fallen on that stinky flirt's head. Now, seems the Great Monk allows it."
"Really—not even telling me about such a big issue. I could've extorted… ah no, negotiated a bit."
"A few days ago, I just seized a batch of good materials for building golden bodies from the former Ouroboros warehouse."
"Seems the Great Monk also wants to see—among billions of Buddhism Buddhas—how many True Buddhas have enlightenment?"
Aslan didn't speak—because that was indeed the case. Their so-called little tricks weren't too conspicuous in the World Honored One's eyes.
After all, the Truth He held was [Karma]. Aslan didn't think anything could be hidden from Him.
He might've been caught since the Type-Moon world.
But since allowed—don't blame him for being impolite. Just pretend the Great Monk didn't exist.
Gaining benefits from opportunities was a quality a qualified problem child must have.
Aslan wanted to confirm his limit in causing trouble. He always felt the Great Monk was too soft on him.
That way, he could feel a bit more at ease causing trouble.
Aslan slightly shook his head—after self-mocking, he showed a confident expression.
"Athena's meddling too?"