The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 602 - 324: Beings of the Immortal Realm, Arrayed Like Hemp

Awad Outer City, countless Chaos experts stood within the shadows.

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The murky autumn rain drizzled on their hoods, rimming the edges with layered white lines as they threaded through the thorn-covered forests, attempting to infiltrate into Awad Holy City. Academically, this action is defined as "threading the line," while the folk term is "smuggling."

Due to the impact of the falling star, the entire Nether was in dire straits, with various powers rising and commencing a new world competition.

However, the Holy City of the Kingdom of Chaos, "Awad," flourished through misfortune, absorbing the countless blessings born from world chaos into this land loved by the Mother Goddess, becoming a beacon of blessings. It was called "Holy City."

It is said that in Chaotic Holy City, even the people's anuses are sweet.

At that time, the record should show that the Life Esoteric Church—now should be called the Awad Life Department—Magicians skillfully applied Life Technology, stitching together the rear of cicadas, or rather katydids, with the mouthparts of bees to create Stitched Life.

The Chaotic Cultists released these katydids throughout Nether for remote breeding. These Demon Seed katydids possessed intelligence near that of human children. Anyone stung and injected with their toxin, if not passing the intelligence threshold, would reproduce into nearly human livestock, new humans born of breeding, simply referred to as "Breeders."

The Demon Seed katydids would spend long periods licking the Holy City people's anuses, for their tongues bore honey, and over time, the residents' anuses became sweet.

Such is the wisdom of the civilized world.

The vast chasm between the Human Empire and the chaotic world rests upon the tongues of the Demon Seed katydids and Breeders!

For such a sweet world, the powerful from all races dream of blending into the Holy City, hoping to become citizens of the Holy City, to become superiors whose anuses are sweet as Awad lords; hence the industry of smuggling came into being and grew hotter by the day.

Yet, this field of study is far from as superficial as it appears.

Risking their lives to cross the border and enter the Holy City is merely the first step and the simplest one, far from being counted among the elite of the Holy City, merely displaced persons.

Only those who pass the auditing bureau's Chaos component examination are eligible for a third-class resident permit.

Out of a thousand people, only one can pass.

And for those who do not pass, upon bidding "such is suffering," they are turned into leather boots, worn by others.

Those who qualify to become residents of the Holy City can only be the chosen ones.

The best of the best.

An Su narrowed his eyes, observing the lifeforms around him. The sky, heavy with twilight, the sun setting, dragged shadows of the Holy City's outer wall long and twisted. Thousands of Chaos experts stood within the shadows of the Outer City, sharing the same identity as An Su, all smugglers into the Holy City, many with shackles on their hands and fetters on their feet.

They were also cautiously observing each other, with a hint of ferocity in their eyes, ready to skin their competition at the first chance, reducing the competition.

For such a rare opportunity, for freedom and sweet anuses, they spared no effort.

Despite this, there were differences among smugglers.

It was said, the righteous among them were numerous as hemp.

"Even that one has come..."

An Su heard a cautious and fearful voice nearby, "That's the most infamous, the most chaotically extreme of Vampire celebrities, Count Dracula's cousin, even such Vampire Nobility have now taken refuge with Awad."

"It is said that Count Dracula himself, with his elegant and noble character and extremely chaotic tastes, does not consume ordinary blood. He is famed for dining exclusively on the virgin blood of young girls on their first night," they added.

"And this cousin of his has inherited his brother's elegant ways, even surpassing the original," said a noble in a magnificent robe with a cold expression. A high-tier Saint, he now smiled elegantly, disdainfully overlooking the surrounding lowlifes, a sharp canine slightly visible at the corner of his mouth, a symbol of the Vampire Royal Family. As Count Dracula's own brother, he had ample strength to look down upon everyone.

Sighs of awe rose continuously from all around.

The blood of a maiden on her first night, something each girl only experiences once in her lifetime—given the current chaos, virgins are even rarer than endangered animals.

"To be able to sip the precious and unique virgin blood every meal, like Count Dracula, would cost a fortune!"

"So this lord here slightly improved on it. As a Holy City Lord, he began to consume something more authentic than a maiden's blood, producible every month."

"What is that?"

"Auntie's 'special' sauce."

"..." An Su's pupils tightened slightly, truly worthy of the Era of Chaos, worthy of becoming a future Holy City Lord, able to stomach such horror!

The smugglers around him also showed drastic changes in expression, competing against such chaotic and terrifying creatures; they felt utterly outmatched!

Without a doubt, this one was indeed the chosen child that Awad required.

Unparalleled elegance, unparalleled evil, unparalleled chaos.

"He drinks this every day..." An Su curiously asked the brother beside him, "Isn't he worried about ruining his stomach?"

"Humph! Frog at the bottom of a well," The man beside him snorted coldly, mocking An Su, the orphan from the countryside with limited insights, "This one is the renowned 'Dracula' Count's cousin—"

He said, with an enigmatic voice, "Viscount Pigula."