The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 576 - 315: Major Crisis_2
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"Phew—refreshing."
Everyone fell silent.
Something shattered uproariously in the minds of the judges.
The nobility's reserve, the judges' honor, and the noble souls—all crumbled at that moment.
Everyone had forgotten, everyone had dismissed that foreshadowing,
At the last moment of losing his mind, Lord Yake did indeed hate An Su, but above that hatred was an emotion even deeper, even closer to the primal—it was—
"Urge to pee."
As mentioned before, Judge Yake had led his men to stake out at the entrance all night; his men had applied to guard the bathroom, but Yake, as Judgment Chief, was too proud to ask for leave. So, even when he attacked An Su, he was in an agitated state.
Now, infused with darkness by Luojia, his sanity completely out of control, the long-repressed emotion finally surged forth, overwhelming his mind.
"It turns out the toilet is the grave of Lord Yake," An Su mused, "the place he longed for, relentlessly sought in this life, his inseparable promised land. Not a single fault; truly moving."
Just shut the hell up... Judges stared at An Su, faces drained of color.
But still, they breathed a slight sigh of relief. Although the dignity of a judge had been utterly destroyed, at least Yake had descended upon an empty bathroom and had not hurt the common folk. This aspect of public opinion could still be managed.
"Gentlemen."
An Su blinked, having remembered something, that abandoned plan. He hesitated a bit—he was an honest kid after all and naturally couldn't lie—so he said feebly,
"My old man laid eight hundred fighters in ambush at each toilet to assist my return..."
That was the second overlooked detail.
What the hell are you talking about.
Right now, not only the judges but also the Royal Knight Order, and even the watching Demigods changed their expressions dramatically, gone pale. What a dreadful and malicious strategy—hiring boxers in toilets? Was this something within human capacity?
Offending the commoners might be manageable, but offending those figures would be the end!
That's Farol's most undefined group, the source of all chaos and also, historically, the most valuable tool and ally for the nobility and major capitalists in the arena of public opinion.
There is such a paradox in this world, unspoken and unsaid, though it lies at the very bottom, it can encompass everything and contain a multitude. Any contradiction in the world can be shifted onto it.
The flames of chaos were on the verge of spiraling out of control.
They had been grateful that no commoners were harmed, but little did they realize that the gift bestowed by fate had been marked with a price in the shadows!
The Demigods instantly realized the situation, wanting to use their powers to strike Yake from a distance, but it was already too late. Accompanied by a 'PooXin male's' shrill scream echoing from the depths of the toilets, as if this yell was a command, all the mercenaries in Saint Peter's Street sprang into action, breaking glasses as a signal, moving as a team and rushing towards the troubled toilet.
"It's just speechless, to enter a delightful toilet session only for a common PooXin Nan bird to barge in. Why is it so ordinary, yet so full of confidence?"
Even if the enemy was a bird, it didn't matter, species was irrelevant, as long as it was a male creature—it was fine. After all, they were professional mercenaries from the border forces, who get paid to do professional work.
Even if this bird had been neutered by An Su, they would still sue it for robustness.
"Robustness! At least pay me half of your feathers, otherwise I'll send a lawyer's letter and have it published in the Imperial Capital Morning Post!"
"Girls help girls."
They worked in defined roles, maintaining order, from judges to talk show hosts, indiscriminate in coverage. The latter was responsible for physical output, while the former for mental output. Together, their combo was so effective that even Magic God Merlin would lose half his fortune against them.
Unfortunately, Judge Yake's sanity had been reset.
Degenerated into a cursed creature, it no longer understood human speech—perhaps what was spoken wasn't even human.
Having relieved his most urgent desire, the long-suppressed urge for slaughter rose again. It lifted its dark body, its somber eyes coldly overlooking these ants scurrying around it. Its mouth cracked into a sinister grin as it raised its sharp claw, wrapped in a dark brown human skin, and slapped towards the noisy leaders. Blood and brains sprayed instantaneously, and the noise abruptly ceased.
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Dead silence.
No mercenary present could have imagined that Yake would truly kill.
Their combination had always been unbeatable, no one dared to retaliate, so they had formed an unshakable confidence, regarding themselves as warriors. But when the monster actually began to kill, when the blood and brains sprayed before their eyes like fireworks, realizing that they could really die, all these fearless fighters fell silent.
The next second, 'girls helping girls' seemed to become an empty phrase, as they scrambled in panic to flee backwards, while the slaughter had already begun.
In the face of life and death, all words are empty talk, only death is eternal.
The evil Demon Eagle released spread out its pitch-black wings, each feather as hard and sharp as steel, repaying half of its feathers. Those shards skimmed over their heads, throwing up heads blossoming like bright red flowers in bloom. Yake's mouth split with a wild murderous intent. Kill, kill, kill, only kill, wipe out all of the inferior bloodlines, for the golden kite's dynasty, for the supreme perfect Empire, kill, kill!
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