Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 852 The Hatred-Making Machine
What happened next was probably...

A storm carrying sharp frost suddenly swept across the sea, which was half starry sky and half daylight.

The storm caused the giant ship from Auriba Island to rock violently, even the sea creatures underwater couldn't keep their balance.

At the eye of the storm was a silver shaded fur ball from the abyss.

...

"Damn it, what's going on!"

The three brothers, descendants of the gods, only had time to utter this one sentence.

Then the giant ship took to the air.

When they were at sea, the sea monsters dragged the giant ship forward, but now the roles have reversed, and the giant ship is hoisting the three-headed sea monsters into the air.

Then the three descendants of the gods from Oribar Island, along with their horde of servants, guards, and bloodline followers, fell from the sky onto the sea like salt spilled from a salt pan.

Wendigo is playful.

The three enormous sea monsters were frozen into ice sculptures standing upright on the sea.

Then they flipped the giant ship over and threw it back into the water, watching the dogs that had fallen into the water desperately climb onto the upside-down bottom of the ship.

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Interestingly, even in life-or-death situations, the servants still revolved around their "master." They even used their bodies to build a series of steps, allowing the descendants of the gods to climb onto the ship by stepping on their bodies. Many servants also supported the descendants' plump buttocks from behind, forcibly sending two of the three descendants of the gods out of the water.

Even so, the two fat pigs were still furious.

Once on the bottom of the ship, he began to curse and stomp on the servants' hands and faces.

"Useless thing! Trash!"

"You're all going to die!"

The servants dared not be angry or speak out. They might even have genuinely felt that they had failed to protect the great divine child. They prostrated themselves on the ground in utter shame and grief, allowing the other party to trample on their faces and bodies with his shoes, hoping to appease the divine child's anger. Some were even kicked back into the sea.

The oldest descendant of the gods did not reach the shore in time. His servants and bloodline followers were still frantically searching for him in the sea, crying as they searched, creating a very strange scene.

However, the two younger brothers of the missing god descendant did not care much about their elder brother's life or death. They were busy venting their anger and had no time to care about anything else.

"Is that the thing?"

The two brothers followed the trail of frost in the air and found a grayish-white fur ball hanging high in the air, staring at them curiously.

"Kill it! Did you hear me! Kill it!"

"What is the divine messenger doing?!"

"Tear that thing to shreds!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

"Atone for my sins!"

"Atone for your sins severely!!!!!"

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The two men's faces were flushed red, as if they might burst open and spray out grease and blood at any moment.

Their noble bloodline allowed them to enjoy the blissful life in the Southern Territory throughout their long growth process. They had never even truly experienced what "anger" felt like, because no one had ever dared to defy their will, much less dare to "insult their superiors" as they were doing today.

Thus, the descendants of the gods, who had fallen into hysteria, were like, well, like pigs about to be slaughtered. Yes, that's exactly how they were. They screamed in the most unpleasant and shrill voices, and had completely lost control of their body language, making all sorts of nonsensical twitching movements to express their anger and resentment.

Since resentment is spreading, someone is bound to get restless.

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"Hey? Don't get excited."

Yan's voice came from behind the gods.

It turned out that he had been sitting in the highest position on the bottom of the boat for a long time, leisurely enjoying the furious behavior of the two fat pigs in front of him.

This made Yan very happy.

It's not that the sight of him jumping around like a fat pig was particularly funny.

It was because Yan discovered that the anger and resentment that erupted from these guys who had been enjoying divine favor for years and rarely had emotional fluctuations were extremely... pure and intense.

This powerful hatred is the perfect raw material for his blood feud exchange mechanism.

It is even more powerful than the resentment that many superiors can provide, perhaps because of the divine bloodline in their bodies?
…In the conscious world, Yan believed that the strongest hatred that could erupt from the souls of ordinary beings all stemmed from blood feuds. However, this approach was clearly not applicable to the descendants of the gods from Oriba Island, because the strange cognition and distorted thinking they had cultivated in their growth process were different from those of ordinary beings. Because they were so unique, they were also extremely pure.

Now, Yan was like a pilgrim who had discovered high-quality human flesh for growing mushrooms in the barren mountains of Iqlam, his eyes shining even brighter than when he was in the pleasure house.

...

This is tantamount to the emergence of a completely new species, overturning most of Yan's previous research on the blood feud system.

He must begin to understand and explore the mechanisms by which resentment arises in the hearts of this entirely new species.

So Yan walked over in full view of everyone and casually took the hand of a servant.

Pia——

It slapped the face of the descendant of the gods.

Suddenly, all the squeals, curses, and cries of believers ceased.

Everyone was stunned, including the brothers who were descendants of the gods.

Yan's actions did not stop. He raised his hand and slapped the servant's hand across the face of another descendant of the gods, achieving a smooth double strike.

Then he kicked the servant aside, reached into his pocket and pulled out a small notebook and pencil, staring expectantly at the two swollen, red faces, and struck a pose as if he was about to start taking notes.

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"what!!!!!!!"

The two brothers, descendants of the gods, covered their faces as if they had discovered some extremely terrifying unknown creature, screaming wildly in shock and rage.

It's as if, in their existing understanding, there is no such creature as Yan who can slap himself.

The burning pain on my face felt so unfamiliar.

This unknown stimulation drove them to an unprecedented state of frenzy.

……

As can be seen, even without actively releasing the Night Demon form, the outline of two wings is faintly floating on Yan's back, which shows how pure the resentment power from the descendants of the gods is.

"Hahaha, good, good, good, good, good."

Yan burst into laughter, extremely excited.

The scene on the ship's deck was quite bizarre to any outsider: one person was screaming and yelling, while the other was grinning from ear to ear, their mouths practically stretched to the back of their heads, and they were even singing in unison…

This is a scene that could make anyone lose their mind.

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But we can't blame Yan.

This is indeed a major discovery that is cause for celebration. If the physical pain and humiliation from ordinary beatings can ignite such intense hatred in the descendants of the gods, then he has countless more effective ways to extract power from their souls.

Thinking about how the so-called Oriba Island is full of these twisted "hatred-generating machines," Yan felt that the day he would solo kill CCD was not far off, and he couldn't help but want to burst out laughing.

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The servants and bloodline believers who shared the glory and shame of the descendants of the gods also expressed similar sentiments.

This needs no explanation, right? The Southern Territory is teeming with these domesticated believers and followers.

Under the command of the descendants of the gods, all the Bloodborne believers on the sea rushed towards Yan with bloodshot eyes, and even the servants who had almost no fighting ability rushed forward without hesitation.

then…

Then, led by the Night Demon, they each slapped a descendant of the gods.

Of course, in order to sustainably gain power, Yan would never be willing to easily kill these two precious babies, so even the slaps were very "gentle".

"God's messenger!"

"Where is the messenger of God?!"

"Kill this sinner immediately!!!"

At this point, the descendants of the gods finally remembered that this trip had a sacred relic as its grand finale, and began to frantically cry for help.

However, they received no response from the distant horizon.

(End of this chapter)