Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 414 Fraudster

Yan's injuries have been healed.

The billowing black smoke that enveloped him covered his entire body, revealing only his hideous face and arms, and a few gray lines on the top of his head.

Behind him are enormous, open wings.

Three-petaled flames replaced his human eyes, radiating a terrifying, scorching power that caused ripples to spread through the surrounding air.

This is the channel of power bestowed upon its owner by the octagonal crystal of the unorthodox method.

It has a very intimidating title—Night Demon.

With its devilish, terrifying wings and its menacing, burning eyes, Yan resembled an evil spirit crawling out of hell.

He was filled with a terrifying order emanating from the chaos of the hidden realm.

There is one thing Imnar was right about: the true way to open this channel of power is through blood feuds rooted in the deepest part of human nature. Only hatred forged in blood is the most unforgettable, and the power obtained from it is the most powerful and stable.

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Dillah Shaw, standing to the side, was completely stunned.

He had never seen Yan fully enter his Night Demon state, not even during their last encounter.

The Yan standing before Dilasha at this moment was a completely different person.

His expression was cold and indifferent in every moment.

It seems that while the blood feud brought him this terrifying power, it also turned on some kind of switch within him, or perhaps took something away from him.

In short, Dirac had a strange feeling—the person in front of him was no longer the original Yan, or at least not the complete Yan.

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Black flames erupted from his palm, burning the head of the vampire offspring Ariana to ashes, leaving not even a trace.

In a corner of the dungeon, Klaus was nearly lost. He stared at the humanoid silhouette shrouded in the shadow of black wings, his eyes filled with endless resentment, a resentment that even replaced the fear, sadness, and other emotions deep within his soul.

The moment this channel of power opened, it seemed to change not only Yan, but also Klaus. An irreversible rule plunged his entire soul into hatred, and this was no longer the kind of hatred that could be diluted by time in the concept of human civilization. The gears of fate had begun to turn, and he had become a small cog in this machine of order, controlled by a larger one.

At this moment, Klaus became the vessel of hatred. In the long years to come, he might even forget who Ariana was, forget what the source of the hatred was, but the essence of hatred would never disappear, even if his body disintegrated and his soul perished.

Once the power channels beneath the chaotic order were opened by blood feud, the concept of hatred underwent a fundamental change. It was no longer simply an emotion, but could even exist independently of living beings.

This is somewhat similar to the power of fear that Milo possessed upon returning from the dream world.

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In other words, Yan's understanding of resentment was somewhat flawed, but it was a series of thoughts born from his existing knowledge. Everything he recorded in his notebook was incomplete and narrow-minded. At that time, he did not understand what form true hatred took.

Now, this notebook naturally has no reason to exist.

The black flames in his hand not only burned Ariana's head, but also the notebook, and along with it, something deep within Yan's body and soul turned to ashes.

He could sense that he had lost something, but he couldn't figure out exactly what it was.

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But it didn't matter. He was a relatively pragmatic person. As long as he had the right to survive, that was more important than anything else.

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"Human nature is indeed the most peculiar thing in the universe. Extreme good and evil can both become irreplaceable. I can probably understand why such a weak species as humans is favored by the gods."

Imnar's fractal stands on the ground.

It sensed a wondrous change occurring within the ruins ahead, a unique power at work, and exclaimed in amazement.

Soon, two figures emerged from the ruins.

They looked so ordinary and weak.

But Imnal is an ancient being with divine status, and its gaze can see into the shadows that mortals cannot perceive.

The ragged human who appeared in its field of vision was covered in wounds, but he was also radiating the brilliant light of the golden tree.

Behind this person bathed in holy light was the Night Demon, who carried the power of hatred.

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A playful smile, tinged with humanity, appeared on Imnar's eerily pale and ever-changing face.

"Who could have imagined that one day, the servants of God would walk alongside the devil?"

It gazed at the church official it had just easily defeated and driven back, and calmly asked, "The Golden Law you believe in is filled with fear of the gods. As its servant, what right do you have to stand before me?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than lightning struck down from the sky above the ruins, the arcs of electricity tearing through the air like countless sharp blades, intent on annihilating everything.

But a rolling, brilliant golden light surged up from the ground, and for the first time, the blood of the ancient gods, carrying the Golden Law, and the will of Dirashaw achieved true synchronization.

His body, which should have been on the verge of death, unleashed a terrifying power, traversing the entire lightning domain in an instant, shooting towards the location of Imnar's fractal like an unstoppable arrow.

And what followed closely behind were the even more sinister wings of the Night Demon.

For the first time, three forces that did not belong to this civilization or this era clashed together under the guise of order.

The Imitation World of Imnar is different from the one in the Void. Imnar created it using fractal rules only to maintain this incomplete nascent world.

At this moment, this fake city is already filled with real order.

This subtly brought the divine-possessed fractal form to the same level as Yan and Dilasho.

This means that this is a battle with a defined set of rules, fundamentally different from the battlefield in the void world of Milo.

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bang...

Dillasho's figure crashed into the fractal's domain.

All around, the bodies of countless wild beasts were torn apart and annihilated.

"The Golden Rule... that was the previous era buried by the gods... Is the dead civilization going to grow fangs on you again..." Imnar's fractal uttered an unconscious whisper as it felt the extremely aggressive blessing power of the Golden Rule.

It knew that in the real world of another dimension, its own body and Milo were deeply mired in a battle of nothingness, but it had no way of knowing the situation on that battlefield. It could only clean up the "errors" in the world of imitators according to the will that was initially set in its mind.

The two forces, one overt and one covert, right before our eyes are the biggest "mistake".

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Buzz! ! ! ! !
The shattered ground trembled continuously.

Imnar's body kept replicating itself, and almost instantly, the entire parish was filled with its figures, but each similar body had a completely different face on it.

At this moment, the fractal rules were evolved and interpreted to their fullest extent.

Among these figures are citizens of Nanwei City, as well as every human being that Imnar had imitated and replaced over the long years.

But among countless variations, there is only one: Imnal.

They are all Imnal.

It is that old ruler who dared to deceive and fool the gods.

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Enormous wings covered half the sky of this parish, and the Night Demon's figure was frantically devouring the illusory fractals.

Yan no longer seemed to be a human; its jaws split open, its fangs menacing, as it frantically tore and destroyed all life forms born under the Imnar fractal rules.

As the battle intensified, his physical transformation continued to evolve, gradually expanding from a human outline that still retained a face and arms into a completely inhuman life form.

The same was true of Dirac, who kept charging toward the Imnar fractal; it seemed that some power beyond his control was constantly driving the Golden Rule to evolve within him.

On his naked body, the roots, stems, and leaves of the golden tree were growing wildly...

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Visually, the battle situation appears dire for Imnar, who is facing two opponents.

Because this is a battle fought under a strict order, and the power comes from the Golden Rule and Chaos, the origin of which is by no means inferior to Imnar's divinity.

As you can see, its fractals are constantly destroyed and then reformed.

Bathed in the power of hatred, the Night Demon and the servants of the Golden Rule have transformed into relentless destroyers, relentlessly pursuing Imnar's fractals and unleashing endless carnage.

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Collapse, chaos, and gore permeate this realm, which is almost like the real world.

Their combined efforts displayed an unexpected synergy and terrifying destructive power.

Imnal became the one being besieged.

They appeared to be suffering repeated defeats.

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But is that really the case?

Are fractal deities really so bad at fighting and killing?
...

Everything evolves from the most basic and simplest things.

Just like the three matches in Finn's hand.

Countless folds and repetitions led to the transformation from simplicity to complexity, and from complexity to all things.

In fact, the people and life forms standing on this parish at this moment are not simply coincidences, but the inevitable result of the evolution of matter to this point.

In the realm of fractals, the laws of the universe are such that simplicity multiplied by simplicity creates infinite possibilities for complexity.

The reason why "mistakes" like Yan and Dillashaw appeared in the world of imitators was not due to Imnar's negligence, but because it lacked a learning process.

As early as the case of the disappearance of the young visionary Marty, Imnar had already set his sights on the Night Demon lurking in the city, namely Yan. However, due to a miscalculation, the one who ultimately achieved a mental connection with it became the zombie Rick.

But it's not too late.

The flow of energy in the material and spiritual worlds can never escape the simplification of fractals; what it needs to do is find the path that corresponds to only one among countless possibilities.

All life forms depend on something, just as flowing water depends on mountains and rivers.

Once you find the most crucial element, Imnar can replace them at will.

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This seemingly chaotic battle was actually just a learning process.

Or to put it more simply, it's fraud.

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When the Night Demon's wings tore through the fractal body and collided head-on with the three-lobed Fire Eye that was exactly the same as its own.

When the servants of the Golden Rule broke through the barrier, they discovered that they had torn apart the vines of the Golden Tree.

Yan and Dila Xiao were stunned into realizing what was happening.

With a simple killing, and at a very low cost, Imnar gained control of their current life forms.

And it completed the creation of fractal mimics.

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