Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 413 Plan
Imnar's fractal imitation is incomplete, at least not yet, but it is constantly being improved.

The most clearly visible problem is the bestial symptoms that appear after citizens fall into a deep sleep.

Then there are those like Yan, who are humans in an unconventional sense.

...

Overall, the Foolish God Plan has been successful so far, because no matter what happens in Nanwei City at this moment, it has not aroused the suspicion of the gods of the Dream Realm.

However, this is only temporary. If Imnal does not remove these "troubles" one by one as soon as possible, the situation will completely slip out of his control.

……

"what are you saying……"

Dillash was not imprisoned in the dungeon for long, and Yan did not torture or torment him, but he looked much worse than Cain Hearst and his sister.

At this moment, Dillah Shaw looked more like a vampire than the other two.

This was not caused by the wounds left from that night's battle, but by a deep-seated ailment within him. His faith had wavered, yet the power bestowed upon him by the blood of the Old Gods would not allow this to happen.

If he remains in this state, he will eventually die from the blessing of the golden tree.

Like many patients with disease symptoms, they often do not die from the virus, but from their own immune system.

...

"Well, whether you believe it or not, I've repeated myself countless times. I'm not the Shadow you're looking for. This isn't just stubbornness; I have no reason to lie to a prisoner."

Yan pulled up his collar to wipe the blood from his chin. His hands trembled as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag of the gas produced by the burning tobacco mixed with the magical leaves. His hands finally stopped trembling, but this did nothing to improve his injuries.

Imnar's fractal caused some kind of irreversible damage to Yan's body; the skin and flesh on his chest were necrotic, and this trend was getting worse and showing no signs of stopping.

Blood was seeping from the corners of his mouth, nostrils, and eye sockets, but even in such a terrible state, it couldn't stop his smug and irritating expression from showing on his grumpy face.

"Listen, I've found the Shadow you mentioned."

When Dirasha heard this, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Yan with bloodshot eyes. Then he noticed the hideous wound on Yan's chest inside his collar.

Yan nodded: "Oh right, I can't handle it. I don't know what that thing is, and it might have already tracked me here. Listen, Milo isn't here right now. That thing says it's on another plane, but I don't know what that means. If you can still move, lend a hand. But I have to warn you, it..."

Before Yan could finish speaking, Dilasha suddenly frowned. He seemed to sense something and his attention instantly focused on a certain direction on the ground.

Then, he tore off the chains binding him, and his pale skin once again shone with a brilliance like the golden tree in a church mural. His disheveled hair moved without wind, and his aura instantly soared to its peak.

Dillah Shaw stomped on the ground, smashed through the dungeon walls, and burst out!

The way they were acting made it seem like they were about to risk their lives.

……

However, it took less than three seconds.

Yan, who was standing still, took a step back.

Then, Dillah Shaw, who had just rushed out, was thrown back like a ball, slapping straight into the puddle on the ground with a soft splash...

The dirty water splashed out of Yan's clothes.

He calmly looked at Dillah, and seeing that the other man's miserable state meant he wouldn't be able to rush out anytime soon, he finished the sentence he hadn't yet uttered:
"In short, it's incredibly powerful."

……

Dillah Shaw lay motionless in the water, with only the back of his head and the upper half of his back visible.

Seeing that he didn't react, Yan squatted down and poked Dillah's head with his finger:
"If you ask me, you should go to the church for help. Haven't you been proclaiming that the great Golden Tree will create an oasis for its believers on the day disaster strikes? Our family has donated a lot of money to your church over the years, and if the old man dies, part of his inheritance will go to me, so I'm practically a believer in the Golden Rule. When something like this happens, shouldn't your Golden Tree step in and help us out?"

Dillah Shaw still did not respond.

Yan increased the pressure and pressed down on his head:
"Hey?"

"Stop playing dead, I paid for this."

……

hum! ! !
At that moment, a strange shockwave swept down from the ground.

That terrifying pressure sent chills down one's spine, as if something extremely horrific was already within reach.

Following closely behind was a voice that blended countless timbres of men, women, young and old, seemingly saying something, though no one could understand the language it used. But the people in the dungeon could sense that it was announcing its arrival.

The terrifying sense of oppression silenced Cain and Hearst, who were trapped in the dungeon.

They huddled in their respective corners, shivering.

During this time, Yan had become a figure in their minds comparable to death or a demon, and their will was on the verge of collapse.

But who could have imagined that this very Grim Reaper would somehow attract something even more terrifying? This left Klaus and Ariana with absolutely no hope of survival. They pleaded with Yan, hoping he would have mercy at the last moment, remove the chains binding them, and let them escape.

But Yan completely ignored them.

And what he said next plunged the brother and sister into utter despair.

"How long do you think those two guys behind us can hold us off? Hmm... if even you can't last three seconds, they probably don't even qualify as cannon fodder. Ugh, this is so annoying. It looks like we're surrounded. Damn it, we shouldn't have gone to the Duller family..."

Yan's mouth was like a wound-up toy, rambling on and on for ages without stopping.

Probably unable to bear being poked on the back of the head repeatedly, Dilasha shakily climbed out of the puddle.

He first opened his mouth and spat out all the water that had accumulated there, and then he said:

"Yes, we are surrounded. There are wild beasts outside, and a shadow."

"Now you believe me, right? I've already told you I'm not some kind of shadow, I don't know your church at all, how could I possibly go to your territory to bully children, really."

Yan kept waving his hands:
"Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, you don't seem to be badly injured. Let me explain my plan. The plan is that you buy me time while I try to break out and get Enid to a safe place. After I find Milo, we'll come back to rescue you. What do you think of this plan?"

"not so good."

Dillah Shaw looked at Yan calmly, unable to understand how this guy could say such shameless things with such a straight face.

Looking at the resolute, death-defying gaze in Dirasha's eyes, Yan could roughly guess what Dirasha's plan was, and he kept shaking his head:

"No, please no, I'm not ready to sacrifice myself for my country and people. The most righteous thing I've ever done in my life was blocking that door above us. Oh, of course, that door is gone now. Anyway, I can't beat them, I just can't beat them. Stop thinking about it, we can't fight to the death. My power channels are malfunctioning. I don't know what's wrong with the citizens of the city, but I can't turn any resentment they feel towards me into power. I'm no longer the tough guy who could take on five people at once in the pleasure house. All I want now is to get out of here as soon as possible. Everyone in this lousy place is messed up..."

Yan kept rambling on and on about nonsense.

But as he spoke, his gaze fell on Cain Hearst and his sister.

His tone began to change strangely, his emotions gradually calmed down, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

He touched the bloodstains on his chin and muttered:
"Actually, it seems that not everyone has problems. At least these two have been under my surveillance the whole time."

……

The vampire siblings were terrified by Yan Na's inexplicable gaze.

Over this period of time, they had witnessed countless "ingenious ideas" from Yan, and each of those despairing ideas was accompanied by a thoughtful look in his eyes...

"I know what to do, wait for me a moment."

Yan patted Dillasho on the shoulder and turned to walk towards the corner where Ariana was.

...

Five seconds later, Klaus's heart-wrenching scream echoed through the dungeon: "No——————"

……

Along with it, rolling black smoke spread throughout the dungeon.

The smoke no longer merely swirled around Yan in a semi-illusory state, but instead intertwined wildly, coalescing into massive, tangible black wings.

Within the billowing black smoke, a three-part eye, burning like a flame, lit up.

...

Klaus's agonizing cries continued.

However, it couldn't hide Yan's nonchalant mutterings.

He looked at Ariana's severed head in his palm, her blood-stained face forever frozen in a horrified, distorted expression.

Yan took a deep breath, carefully savoring the power of resentment brought about by the blood feud.

This was the first time he had used killing to gain power.

At this moment, every pore and every blood vessel in his body was filled with unprecedented power.

That power surpassed anything before...

"Luckily, I did conduct experiments. It turns out that the younger sister doesn't have feelings for her older brother, but the older brother is always worried about his younger sister's safety, right?"

……

Rolling black smoke billowed out of the dungeon.

Beyond the ruins lies Imnar's fractal form in the world of the Imitation Machines.

(End of this chapter)