Chapter 337: The End of Chaos Walled City (5200)
Chaos in the Walled City. Evening.
[There are still three hours left before the end of work]
[Total salary: 13,000 gold coins (basic salary and the reward income from the Black Eight Characters Hospital totals 3,000 gold coins, and the rest is labor contract income)]
[A labor contract has been signed with Deep Sea Tattoo Shop, 100,000 copies]
Three more hours and today will be over.
With the help of the deep-sea squids, Anzu's pace of colonization of Chaos City has been greatly accelerated.
The background of the deep sea demons is beyond imagination. They have hired countless life magicians and made further transformations based on Anzu's "Fallen Angel". The deep sea demons have the face of the ancient gods, and their distortion is even greater than Anzu's "Radiance". Every fallen angel born must face the deep sea squids. Their forms are distorted and polluted, and they continue to fall into a more evil abyss.
The Deep Sea Demons disliked the Fallen Angels' 'buzzing' sound as being too soft, so they added two magic speakers to the latter's sound-generating parts so that the entire building could hear their arrival, and they also modified the Fallen Angels' wings into aluminum alloys;
Dissatisfied with the fact that the fallen angels could only fly and had no land combat capabilities, they had the Black Eight Characters Hospital amputate the limbs of mice and transfer them to the bodies of the fallen angels; because their mouthparts were too thin and fragile, they transplanted the needles used for drawing blood into their mouths.
An ordinary fallen angel could only suck a few milliliters of blood in one breath, but a second-generation fallen angel could suck a syringe of blood at a time.
The 'Demon Cicada', a specialty of the Chaos Church, was originally the work of the deep-sea demons.
If they can connect the butt of a bee to the tip of a cicada's tongue, then the above transformations will be easy for the dark demons.
In short, with the help of the deep sea demons who exhausted their resources, the fallen angels have completely changed their previous appearance. The first generation of fallen angels are still earth species, but the second generation of fallen angels are outright evil gods. They can no longer be simply called "dead mosquitoes", but can be called true apostles of disaster.
This was an unexpected gain for Ansu.
The boy was wrapped in a dark black isolation suit, with a cloak dragging to his ankles, and a short shirt soaked in alcohol on the outside. He was wearing long boots and thick black gloves, isolating all pollution and not exposing an inch of skin. He still put on the bird-beak mask, revealing only a pair of dark navy blue eyes, just like the grim reaper in a shroud.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the scene in front of him from afar.
Newly born fallen angels awoke from hundreds of thousands of petri dishes and opened their countless folded scarlet compound eyes, just like the evil gods opening their devilish pupils to spy on the human world. They vibrated their alloy wings in unison, and the whole earth was shaking with the roar. When this army took off, a huge shadow fell on the Chaos Castle, as if a piece of debris had broken off at night and landed in the darkest and dampest place in all of Naraku.
The movement trajectory of each fallen angel appeared clearly in Ansu's mind.
Without the help of the deep-sea demon sorcerers, it would be impossible for Ansu alone to train an army of this size in just one hour.
Despite this, Mr. Deep Sea never let down his guard against Ansu. His intuition kept warning him that the boy with an innocent smile in front of him was a complete lunatic. What the deep-sea squids needed was a chaotic fortress that could provide a steady supply of blood and gold coins, not a dead ruin.
There must always be living souls for them to exploit.
Therefore, Mr. Shenhai particularly emphasized this content in the contract:
[Treaty One: All fallen angels cannot carry any viruses]
【Article 2: The parties to the contract cannot harm each other】
[Treaty Three: Each fallen angel will be leased to Party A at the price of one copper coin]
[Article 4: This contract is effective forever]
The first time he saw the fallen angel, Mr. Deep Sea understood that this creature was born to be the best spreader of disasters. If it was allowed to carry toxins on its body, it would bring a crisis of destruction to Chaos City.
It would be fine if it were normal times, but now the chaotic city is in the midst of a civil war, and the plague is most easily spread.
As for a collapse, people can die, but not too many, and certainly not all of them.
The shrewd Mr. Shenhai saw through Ansu's intention at a glance, and he would never let the latter succeed.
Hygiene is a must!
Mr. Deep Sea specially signed this soul contract with Ansu, and no one could violate the terms of the contract; and before each fallen angel appeared, they had to pass the mental test of the warlock group to ensure that they did not carry any viruses. They even spent a lot of money to hire a team of holy light warlocks to purify the fallen angels collectively.
Mr. Shenhai even consulted the experts from the Chaos Kingdom's Disaster and Epidemic Department.
Only when he was 100% sure that the fallen angel did not carry any virus did Mr. Deep Sea agree to officially launch the Mosquito Body Service in the entire Chaos City.
As expected of the squid man who had been licking honey since childhood, Ansu nodded slightly, and was indeed smart enough.
He did have the idea of using the deep-sea demons to create a plague by mass-breeding fallen angels, but judging by the current situation, this plan no longer works.
Ansu did not have any regretful look on his face, and there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Being shrewd was the advantage of the deep-sea demons, but it was also their fatal flaw. Ansu had learned a lot of experience on how to deal with the squid men since his previous life.
Because they are smart, they will not miss any opportunity to make a profit.
At the same time, any waste is an unforgivable sin for them.
"Mr. Shenhai, I completely agree with you." Ansu politely suggested, "But there is one thing, you forgot to exploit your employees."
Mr. Deep Sea was stunned.
"The blood sucked by the fallen angels is eaten by themselves. We gave them the work and gave them the blood to eat. Why should the mosquitoes take all the benefits?"
Mr. Shenhai's pupils trembled. Oh, that's right, why didn't he think of this! He looked at Ansu in awe. You are worthy of being like this. You even want to exploit mosquitoes.
"Mosquitoes should be made to spit out all the blood they suck!"
An Su smiled lovingly, "We gather together to build the largest blood bank in the city, and then sell the blood to people with anemia at a high price. This way, the citizens will have enough blood for us to drink, and we will drink it and sell it, forming a good and healthy ecological cycle."
Listening to your words is better than reading for ten years!
Mr. Shenhai felt goosebumps all over his body. As a deep-sea squid, he had been sucking blood for decades. But decades of hard work by ordinary people could not compare to the flash of inspiration of a true genius. What kind of wealthy family could cultivate a vampire like Ansu? Based on his intuition, Mr. Shenhai was convinced that if there was no gold mine or one more mother in the family, Ansu, a chaotic genius, would never be cultivated.
This proposal has only advantages and no disadvantages for Mr. Shenhai, so he has no reason to refuse it.
"I will have the warlocks change the fallen angel's mouthparts into a two-way syringe." Mr. Deep Sea looked more and more delighted. The golden wealth and bright future were right in front of him. "We are going to build the largest blood bank in all of Awad!"
Based on the sincere cooperation between both parties, half an hour later, the second generation of fallen angels was finally integrated.
[Two hours left until the third job is finished]
The dusk melted into the skyline, and the cold wind of the late autumn evening passed through the streets. Even though the weather was so cold, it still couldn't stop the people from being busy. In just one hour, all the people in the chaotic city of Run who were caught up in the civil war experienced the wonderful blessing.
The days of traditional vampires are over.
Count Dracula's blood-sucking fortress has been razed to ruins by the rioting crowd, but when one building collapses, another one will be built from the ruins.
The rule of traditional vampires has ended, and a new era of bloodsucking has arrived.
There is no doubt that absorbing all the essence is also a branch of holy light.
It was a horrifying blitzkrieg. They came like lightning and left like lightning. The fallen angels had a blood-sucking speed far exceeding that of traditional vampires. Their flying traces were undetectable. They were everywhere and traveled day and night.
The roar enveloped every alley in the chaotic city. The gray autumn rain was falling, and the fallen angels were flying in the air with the gray raindrops. It was impossible to tell which were the raindrops and which were the mosquitoes. They were the black full stop written by the gods for the sky, and all destinies would come to an end with the cries of the gods' messengers.
If it were just that, it would be fine. Every fallen angel dancing in the night is a formal employee of the Deep Sea Mosquito Body Shop. They have all signed labor contracts with Mr. Deep Sea and are special agents of the Mosquito Body Shop.
Therefore, whenever the fallen angels bit a pattern on the backs of the chaotic residents, the deep-sea squids would ask them to pay a "mosquito fee"! Being charged while being sucked blood, such a leading version of the charging method completely shocked the primitive people of Chaos City. Even the most chaotic and extreme blood-sucking nobles realized that they were too conservative in their exploration of the way of chaos.
But they did not dare to resist, because these Sima's fallen angels were all orthodox contract workers. Not to mention killing the latter, even if they accidentally broke their wings, the Deep Sea Mosquito Body Shop would use this as an excuse to sue them. And in the current version of the Chaos Theocracy, even the Chaos Legislative Corps could not win the lawsuit against the Deep Sea Delegation, after all, the latter were distinguished foreign guests!
They had no choice but to pay huge fees to the deep-sea squid shop.
Under the influence of the revised bill, Chaos Walled City was in the midst of war, and all the citizens of Chaos happily lived a blessed life of being shot by guns during the day and bitten by mosquitoes at night. In just one hour, the financial situation of Chaos Walled City reached shocking figures.
This is the wonderful blessing of the colonists.
But luckily, Mr. Deep Sea was not as extreme as Ansu, so they were able to save their lives.
Even at this moment, these human traitors still have no intention of leaving Chaos Castle. No matter how much blood is sucked out of them, they only regard it as a gift from the Mosquito World. They despise and hate their hometown so much, if their blood can contribute to the great rule of the Chaos Theocracy, then they can proudly hold their chests straight.
Even though Chaos Walled City is now plunged into civil war, they can comfort themselves that this is the symbol of freedom. Children in the human world will never understand the value of having the right to open fire freely.
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Even if their blood is sucked dry, they can tell themselves that at least they can buy it back. If it were in the Orthodox world, they wouldn't even be able to buy blood in the feudal and conservative market.
So until now, they can still proudly straighten their chests and say righteously, "The mosquitoes of the Church do not suck blood! The Life Cultists have cultivated mosquitoes to have the clean structure of bees. They only suck nectar."
"These must be mosquitoes that stowed away from the human empire!"
"The people there are dirty and backward, so the mosquitoes there will suck blood."
Amid the colonists' praises, the fallen angels sucked up enough blood, and with their round bellies full of gold coins, they flew away again and landed in the center of the third floor of Chaos Castle, where the largest blood collection station in Awad stood. The fallen angels opened their mouths and spat the dark black blood into the blood pool.
The sticky pool of blood was bubbling with blood and emitting a crimson glow, as if the gods had painted the bloodiest paint above the city. Just looking at it made one's scalp tingle.
The stench of corruption spread quickly along with the smell of gold and copper, while the deep-sea demons swam in the pool of blood, the happiest and craziest smiles appeared on the corners of their mouths, and countless tentacles embraced the blood and gold coins. Since childhood, the desire for money and blood has been engraved into the depths of their souls.
More blood!
All of Mr. Deep Sea's tentacles were trembling. It bathed in blood and frantically splashed the gold coins in the pool. It issued orders to the surroundings, "Increase the training of fallen angels. All the blood in the city must go into my bag!"
[One hour left]
Just as Mr. Shenhai dreamed, except for the two guys that Ansu deliberately avoided, the entire Chaos City had its blood drawn by the Fallen Angels at least once, but the colonists still had smiles on their faces and regarded the tattoos made of blood bags on their bodies as a symbol of glory.
Everyone takes pride in having their blood sucked.
Under the law of the revised bill, they robbed their companions of their money and sacrificed their own blood to the masters of the deep-sea demon clan. They also had the happiest and craziest smiles on their faces. In the last hour of the day, the entire chaotic city finally reached its craziest point!
【The last half hour】
With his ever-expanding ambition, all the blood in the city will flow into Mr. Deepsea's blood pool, and he wants to build the largest blood bank in Naraku. The largest blood storage facility at present is the blood cellar in Count Dracula's mansion.
As Count Dracula fought with the Rainbow Messenger to the last moment, the entire Dracula Mansion became a shopping mall for zero-dollar purchases.
Ansu walked calmly among the ruins, his crow-like cloak dragging on the ground. He ordered his fallen angels to raid Count Dracula's mansion, sucked all the blood from the wine rack, then flew back to the third floor and injected the blood in their bodies into the blood pool.
From the beginning to the end, Ansu acted according to Mr. Shenhai's orders and did not violate the covenant in any way.
But when the blood was poured into the blood pool, Mr. Shenhai said:
“This doesn’t taste right.”
He was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood and he sensed something strange in an instant. After a little thought, he suddenly realized that because of the special hobby of Count Dracula and his brothers, the blood they collected, in addition to virgin blood and aunt's blood, also contained a cruel substance: poisonous blood infected with various viruses - such as HIV.
Once a bottle of infected blood is injected, the entire pool of blood will be contaminated by the virus.
All the confusion was solved at this moment, and Mr. Shenhai finally understood Ansu's ultimate goal.
Under the guise of sucking blood and then reselling it, they sold the HIV-infected blood back to the citizens, causing all the citizens of Chaos City to be infected with the HIV virus, thereby creating a large-scale plague.
This does not require the Disaster Apostle as a medium and will not violate any contract terms.
After realizing this, Mr. Shenhai's eyes turned cold.
There was nothing wrong with Ansu's plan, but his mistake was that he thought too simply and completely underestimated the ability of the deep-sea demon species. At this point, Ansu was no longer valuable. If it weren't for the restrictions of the contract, it would have eaten Ansu long ago.
He was very disappointed, not because Ansu betrayed him, but because the latter's betrayal was so crude and simple.
It's a pity that Mr. Shenhai was still wary of Ansu, but he turned out to be just a little brat.
The solution is simple: just stop selling the blood in this pool.
"Immortal orphan, I just don't want to sell this pool of blood."
The crazy and twisted tentacles grew wildly, and the biological form of the deep-sea demon species expanded rapidly in front of Ansu. Mr. Deep Sea's strange and indescribable majesty completely occupied the entire third floor. "You just made me lose a whole pool of blood!"
It said coldly, "But it doesn't matter. The blood of the Run people is endless. As long as there is one Run person, countless Run people will come. Ansu Milton, I will not let you kill all these slaves."
"It is the existence of those lowly slaves"
The squid demon grinned, its tentacles flying. "Only by doing so can we show the nobility of our race. Without the service of slaves, how can we have noble aristocrats? So I won't let you kill the slaves. The more slaves the better. As long as these human slaves are not all dead, you humans will always be the lowest race!"
"Although the contract forbids me from hurting you." Mr. Shenhai showed his coldest smile, "But there is no restriction that I cannot imprison you, naive child."
"Mr. Deep Sea." Ansu still maintained that calm smile, with only kindness in his navy blue eyes. "I want to thank you for taking me in. This is the only place that is not affected by the revised law. I can use magic freely."
Mr. Deep Sea frowned, and suddenly felt something was wrong.
"In the distant future, the sorcerers of the Church of Order created a very practical magic." The young man smiled like an angel, "I used it on the largest toilet in Naraku. That magic can return items to their original owners."
"I also want to thank you for gathering all the blood from the entire city here and building the largest blood station in all of Naraku."
"I don't need to 'sell blood' again. I don't need to do such a troublesome thing."
Mr. Shenhai's pupils trembled violently. He realized what Ansu would do, but it was too late to stop him.
In the twilight of late autumn, Ansu stretched out his hand toward the pool of blood that was rotting along with the money.
The rustling cold wind blew open the hood of the cloak, and the long gray hair swayed with the starlight. The young man smiled and said, "Order is restored."
(End of this chapter)