465: Flower of Flesh and Blood

Third Elder was pinned firmly to the ground by Second Elder and First Elder, but a bizarre scene unfolded.

His mouth stretched into an impossible angle, and his teeth instantly grew larger and longer.

He lunged and bit down on their arms, instantly tearing flesh from their limbs.

"Ah!!!" First Elder and Second Elder let go, clutching their arms and wailing.

But Third Elder wouldn't give them a chance; he charged at them like a madman.

Unexpectedly, the two of them also instantly grew fangs and bit back.

The three of them grappled together, gnawing on each other.

Amidst the screams, the flesh on their bodies diminished, while the pool of blood on the ground grew larger.

On other floors of the bunker, the families of the Three Elders also began to slaughter each other in this frenzied manner.

This scene left the members of the Knight Order protecting them stunned.

Holding their guns, they screamed, trembled, and retreated.

Pan Han sat quietly on his chair, smoking and watching them.

In less than five minutes, the Three Elders were on the verge of death, with not a single intact piece of flesh left on their bodies.

"It seems you guys aren't so united after all!" At this moment, Pan Han stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and walked over to the three of them.

"You..." Second Elder used his last ounce of strength to glance at him, spat out one word, and then died.

The other two were already unable to speak.

Looking at the three human remains on the ground, Pan Han said, "I just amplified the thoughts of hatred you held for each other deep inside by ten thousand times. And this is what happened. Tsk tsk."

Having said that, he floated out.

The families of the Elders had also finished slaughtering each other by now, leaving no survivors.

Blood flowed slowly down the stairs and through the cracks in the floor, and the stench of blood filled the entire bunker.

Several soldiers standing guard outside saw Pan Han, immediately threw away their weapons, and knelt on the ground, kowtowing like they were pounding garlic.

"Those brought in by these three must be their trusted confidants. I would have done the same." Pan Han's lips curled slightly, and he raised one hand.

All the survivors in the bunker instantly had their limbs twisted to an incredibly exaggerated degree.

"Ah!!!!!!!" Screams erupted from every floor and room.

Following that, their bodies began to collapse, rapidly shrinking toward the center to form meat balls of varying sizes.

By this time, everyone had lost all signs of life.

Pan Han raised his hand again, and all the meat balls exploded instantly.

Bang, bang, bang...

Flowers of flesh and blood bloomed inside the bunker, and Pan Han walked through the middle, not a single drop touching him.

Next, an even more exaggerated scene appeared.

All the blood and gore from the explosions floated in the air, obediently following behind Pan Han.

Even the Three Elders and their families, who had been lying on the ground earlier, rose into the air and joined this army of flesh and blood from various floors.

Pan Han arrived at the surface and stepped out of the small house.

The surroundings were enclosed by about a kilometer of barbed wire, with this small house in the middle.

The next moment, the army of flesh and blood floated out as well.

Pan Han looked back: "Stop following me, just stay here."

After he finished speaking, the army of flesh and blood immediately scattered, falling to the ground around the small house as the center.

The entire courtyard was covered with bits of flesh and blood.

"Hmm, aside from the smell, it's actually quite nice. I'll plant some trees later."

With that, Pan Han soared into the air and disappeared in an instant.

When he appeared before Guo Jing, the latter had just finished lunch. The Zha Jiang Mian at his workplace was delicious, but unfortunately, he vomited it all out.

"You..." Guo Jing looked at Pan Han, who had suddenly appeared before him, his mind blank.

Following that, an overpowering stench drilled into his nostrils.

"Wa!" Guo Jing's stomach churned violently, and he returned everything he had eaten to the earth.

Pan Han glanced at him and teased, "Yo, you had a good lunch!"

"Why do you stink so much?" Guo Jing instinctively covered his nose. Although it was very rude, he couldn't help it.

"Heh, I just killed over a thousand people." Pan Han noticed it too, but he had been flying the whole time and hadn't paid much attention.

Since someone was disgusted, he wouldn't sit idly by. He gave his body a shake, and the stench was immediately pulled back into his body, replaced by a faint, pleasant fragrance.

"You..." Hearing this, Guo Jing even forgot to wipe his mouth; there was still a lot of meat sauce on his lips.

"What's wrong? Why do you look like you've never seen the world?" Pan Han sat down on the sofa nearby, acting nonchalant.

"Did you just say you killed over a thousand people?"

"Yeah!"

"Is the Knight Order taken care of?" Guo Jing naturally knew about the internal strife.

In the time Pan Han had disappeared, the Dragon Country government had reclaimed quite a few Knight Order assets. The battles involved were no less intense. Negotiations with Eagle Sauce continued to this day, as both sides coveted many of the same enterprises. Whether they belonged here or there, it was a matter of fighting while negotiating. During this time, Dragon Country netizens had plenty of gossip to feast on. A globally renowned Dragon Country enterprise's Chief Financial Officer was actually detained by Eagle Sauce, and public opinion in both countries immediately went to war. The remotely-raised keyboard warriors of Dragon Country acted upon hearing the news, pointing their fingers directly at the enterprise for violating regulations and giving Eagle Sauce a handle to use against them. For a time, remarks like "If you let go, you're bragging, but if you get choked, you're an idiot" were rampant, filling the entire internet. Many online big Vs also jumped out to lecture ignorant netizens on what international rules were. Many gossiping netizens, unaware of the facts, scrambled to dig up their ancestors' graves and flip through their family trees, searching inch by inch to find where they had gone wrong. Fortunately, the main body of this enterprise was in Dragon Country, and after Eagle Sauce got some benefits, they released the person. However, they released a harsh statement to the world: "No matter where you go, I will be watching you." After Dragon Country obtained control of the enterprise, they ignored Eagle Sauce and turned their attention to the struggle for the next enterprise. Just as this gossip settled, a civil aviation plane went missing, carrying dozens of Dragon Country chip researchers. Originally, according to an agreement between the two countries, this chip enterprise was to be left to the United States, but the dozens of people belonged to Dragon Country. Who knew that after Eagle Sauce took over the enterprise, they would brazenly play dirty in the background, making a plane disappear directly. Dragon Country didn't tolerate them either; suddenly, a fire broke out at a factory belonging to an enterprise that produced lithography machines. Some clever netizens vaguely sensed the connection, but before they could analyze the results, another famous powder keg on Blue Star was lit. Two nations with historical grudges suddenly started fighting, and international oil prices began to fluctuate significantly. With major events happening in quick succession, Dragon Country netizens were boiling, and the keyboard warriors reached a climax. They went back and forth on the internet, wantonly taking sides and hurling abuse. In reality, two people might have just eaten spicy hot pot together, but once back online, they had to determine who was superior and fight to the death. From lithography machines to mobile phones, and then to storage chips; from gasoline prices to food delivery speeds, and then to traffic jams during holidays; from iron ore to rare earths, and then to whether the fish in the sea were still edible; from ten-thousand-ton destroyers to phased array radars, and then to electromagnetic catapults; from rocket recovery to alien immigration, and then to quantum communication. Netizens refused to give up on any topic, displaying the fine tradition of "if you can't win the argument, just curse," and the elitism of "whoever uses more words is right," insisting that anyone who disagreed with them was an idiot. They argued from this moment to the next, from chat groups to comment sections...

"I suppose it's taken care of! But I have to take out one more guy to truly deal with it."

Pan Han took out a cigarette and lit it steadily.