The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

So even now, they can still proudly stand tall and declare confidently,

"The mosquitoes of the Church Nation do not suck blood! The Followers of Life have cultured the mosquitoes into the clean structure of bees, they only suck nectar."

"These must be mosquitoes smuggled from the Human Empire!"

"The people there are filthy and backward, so their mosquitoes suck blood."

Amid the praises of the Breeders, the Fallen Angels filled themselves with fresh blood, their bellies round and filled with Gold Coins, then soared again, descending into the very center of the third layer of Chaotic City, where the largest blood collection station in all of Avad stood. The Fallen Angels opened their oral apparatus and spat the dark black blood into the blood pool.

The viscous blood pool bubbled turbulently, emitting a crimson Radiance, as if a God had smeared the bloodiest paint above the city, a single glance causing one's scalp to tingle.

The stench of corruption, accompanied by the metallic smell of Gold Coins, spread rapidly, and the Deep Sea Demon Species swam in the blood pool, their mouths split with the most joyous and insane smiles, countless tentacles embracing both blood and Gold Coins, the desires for money and fresh blood having been engraved into their souls from childhood.

"More blood, bring more!"

All the tentacles of Mr. Deep Sea trembled as he bathed in the blood, frantically splashing Gold Coins all over the pool, and commanded those around him, "Increase the cultivation of the Fallen Angels, all the blood of the city must enter my pouch!"

[One hour left]

As Mr. Deep Sea had dreamed, excluding the two who An Su specifically avoided, every last Bloodbath had drawn blood from the Chaotic City, yet the Breeders still smiled, considering the tattoos made from blood packs on their bodies as symbols of honor.

Everyone took pride in being drained of blood.

Under the amended decrees, they seized the money of their peers, sacrificing it along with their own blood to the lords of the Deep Sea Demon Clan, their faces also bearing the most joyous and insane smiles,

In the final hour of today, the entire Chaotic City finally stepped into utter madness!

[Half an hour left]

Under the swelling ambition, all the blood of the city was to enter Mr. Deep Sea's blood pool, he aimed to establish the largest blood bank in all the Nether. The current largest blood storage was Count Dracula's Mansion.

As Count Dracula and the Rainbow Envoy battled to the last moment, the entire Dracula Mansion turned into a zero-cost shopping mall.

An Su walked calmly over the ruins, his crow-like cape trailing on the ground, commanding his Fallen Angels to raid Count Mansion, draining all the blood from the wine racks, then flying back to the third floor to inject the blood inside them into the blood pool.

From beginning to end, An Su acted according to Mr. Deep Sea's orders, without any betrayal.

However, when that blood was injected into the blood pool, Mr. Deep Sea said,

"This smell is wrong."

He was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood and detected something odd in a moment. After a brief thought, he suddenly realized, due to Count Dracula and his brother's specific fetishes, their collected blood included not only virgin blood and menstrual blood but also something harsh...

Blood infected with various viruses—such as HIV.

A vial of infected blood once injected, the entire pool's blood could be contaminated by the virus.

All confusion was unraveled at this moment, as Mr. Deep Sea finally understood An Su's ultimate goal.

Pretending to resell blood after drawing it, they resold the HIV-infected blood to the civilians, infecting all the residents of Chaotic City with the HIV virus to create a large-scale epidemic.

This way, there was no need for the Catastrophe Apostle to act as a medium, and no contract terms would be violated.

After realizing this, Mr. Deep Sea's gaze turned cold.

An Su's plan wasn't flawed, but the mistake was, he thought too simplistically and completely underestimated the capabilities of the Deep Sea Demon Species. By now, An Su was of no value anymore. If it weren't for the restrictions of the contract, he would have long devoured An Su.

He was very disappointed, not because An Su had betrayed him, but because the latter's method of betrayal was so crude and simplistic.

Mr. Deep Sea still took precautions against An Su, only to find he was still just a naïve child.

The response was simple, just stop selling the blood from this pool.

"Stupid orphan, I just need to stop selling the blood from this pool," he said.

Those mad, twisted tentacles surged wildly, the biological form of the Deep Sea Demon Species rapidly expanded in front of An Su, and Mr. Deep Sea's eerie and indescribable majesty completely enveloped the entire third floor,

"You have only cost me an entire pool of blood!"

He sinisterly said, "But no matter, the blood of the Run People flows incessantly, as long as one exists, countless more will come. An Su Milton, I won't let you annihilate all these slaves."

"It's precisely the existence of these lowly slaves..."

The Squid Demon Man sneered with tentacles flying, "that highlight the nobility of our race. Without the servitude of slaves, how could there be noble aristocracy? So I will not let you kill off the slaves; the more, the better. As long as these human slaves don't die out, your kind will always be the lowest race!"

"Although the contract forbids me from harming you," Mr. Deep Sea showed his coldest smile, "there's nothing that says I can't imprison you, naive child."

"Mr. Deep Sea," An Su still maintained his calm smile, his navy-blue eyes only showing goodwill, "I must thank you for taking me in. This is the only place unaffected by the amendment act, where I can freely use magic."

Mr. Deep Sea frowned, suddenly realizing something was amiss.

"In the distant future, the magicians of the Order Church created a very practical magic," the youth smiled like an angel, "I once used it on the largest toilet in Nether. That magic can return items to their original owner."

"I also want to thank you for gathering all the blood of the city here, establishing the largest blood station in Nether."

"I don't need to 'resell blood', I don't need to do such troublesome things."

Mr. Deep Sea's pupils trembled violently, realizing what An Su was going to do, but it was already too late—

In the late autumn twilight, An Su reached out his hand towards the blood pool, decaying together with money.

The rustling cold wind opened his large cloak hood, and his gray-white hair swayed along with the starlight, the youth smiling and saying:

"Order restored."