CHAPTER 465: CHAPTER 360: BEAR-STYLE COUNTER-TERRORISM: BANDITS AND HOSTAGES SHARE LIFE AND DEATH!_3

"Eh?"

During this time, the ability of the number one Crystal Skull, [Flower Mountain Celestial Kingdom], fluctuated slightly. This meant that the people on the New Continent and the Tenor People of the Bantaan Archipelago likely shared a common bloodline. A third Native Empire might even exist here. If managed properly, it might be possible to extend the Authority of the [Lord of Heaven] to the New Continent.

Soon, in the entire Black Tide Town, only the town mayor and the workshop owner, who had both become Transcendents, were spared. They were not eaten but were instead to be kept as Affiliated and fattened up. The other Kin, possessing only Beastliness, stood up like sleepwalkers, silently passed through a rising mist, and reached the other side of the square, joining Dream Black Tide Town. The Lamp Lighters possessed by Byron and Violet also stood silently behind the siblings.

Immediately after, a golden hook fell from the Divine Statue’s Halberd Blade toward the fishpond, beginning to enjoy the offerings made by its followers. With a battle imminent against the Pirate King and reinforcements from the Old Continent, the "Abyssal Horror" Dagon’s appetite was exceptionally large.

The Laplace siblings cackled, "Apart from that ’Hawkeye’ James, everyone else can be devoured. Isn’t the Sea Hunter a Great Good Man? When the time comes, we’ll use this hostage to threaten him into chopping off his own limbs. If he doesn’t comply, we’ll carve a slice out of his ’beloved kin and friend’ James. Surely, for such a good-hearted person, seeing his friend suffer must feel like a pain in his own heart. I just love watching mortals writhe in agony. When he comes crawling on the ground, we’ll devour them from feet to head, one bite at a time! BWAHAHA..."

"Dear sister, you are absolutely right. Good people deserve to have a gun pointed at their heads."

The Bayfolk community possessed a relatively independent collective subconscious but lacked a god of their own to keep it in check. Masterless things naturally became the best breeding ground for these Divine Position thieves to parasitize. However, once an outstanding individual appeared within the clan, the Mind Wish Power that originally belonged to the collective would inevitably be diverted. The more others received, the less these thieves would get. For those who aimed to usurp the Bay People’s Gods, shedding their divine skins and burrowing in to become True Gods themselves, this was utterly intolerable. This time, from top to bottom, the consensus was unanimous: Byron must be killed.

WHOOSH!

At that moment, a whirlpool suddenly opened outside the town, and the golden "The Golden Deer" burst forth from it like a rising sun, rushing out at high speed. Its armament was no weaker than a Level Five Cruiser: twenty 18-pound Carronades and two 32-pound Carronades, all pushed out from their gunports by their respective crews.

WHIRRR...

Layer upon layer of powerful enchantments were applied by Byron’s [Storm Admiral] and Violet’s [Calamity Curse].

"Great Good Man" Byron, looking at Black Tide Town now within close reach, had a chilling gaze.

The ritual has just passed its halfway point. Dreams and reality are overlapping and Anchoring. You monsters cannot escape. In the past, a tentacle of Slumbering God Kraken eradicated the Lancaster family overnight. Later, the Blood Frenzy disaster nearly sacrificed the entire International Port. Now, add to that the Divine Position thieves quietly parasitizing the North Bay Folks... New grudges and old!

He did not hesitate to launch a violent assault, delivering Heavenly Justice!

Only dead cultists are good cultists. As for the "beloved kin and friends" as hostages... after the bandits are eradicated, the survivors will naturally only thank me for my righteous intervention. Those Divine Children clearly misunderstand the title "Great Good Man." "Bandits and hostages must perish together"—that’s the correct approach for a Great Good Man’s counter-terrorism. Our tenet is: "Counter-terrorism, no quarter given."

Byron waved his hand grandly, bellowing, "Fire! Leave none alive!"