Chapter 170: So This Is What Hatred Feels Like

Chapter 170: So This Is What Hatred Feels Like

Before the prison break, Ashe had met with Ronald once in the cafeteria, alone.

Ronald, to him, was nothing more than a tool, but it wouldnt be true to say Ashe lacked all compassion. Thus, Ashe had probed Ronalds plans after the escapewhether he intended to part ways with Langna or assassinate him.

Should it be the latter, Ashe could reach an understanding with Ronaldregardless, after fulfilling Harveys Contract, the Prison Escapees were bound to clash.

It had nothing to do with interests or grudges; it was purely a matter of trust.

You can never be sure if others will turn against you, so you must strike first.

When dealing with a group of Death row inmates who crawled out of a Manure pit, its best to assume the worst because they too judge others by their own base standards.

If Ronald needed it, Ashe could covertly coordinate with Igor and Harvey to focus their attacks on Langna at the moment of rupture. After all, the bald Werewolf was indeed the strongest among them, and with him being a member of the ruling Race, Moonshadow, there were plenty of reasons to target Langna.

However, Ronald flatly rejected Ashes kindness. He was grateful for Ashes help and suggestions, but he firmly refused to let Ashe and the others interfere in his affairs.

It wasnt that Ashe underestimated Ronald, but a gang assassin having principles about murder was just absurd. Ronald didnt explain much, just shook his head, indicating that their intervention would only ruin his revenge.

I must make Langna feel true pain.

Ahead was Gerard, wielding the destructive Blade, and behind was Ronald, calculating and full of resentment. Langnas face showed neither sorrow nor joy, only slightly tilting his head at the whistling sound of the steel beads.

Then, a shadow descended.

Thud!

Gerards Chain Sword stopped mid-Slash as it hit a person. He felt as if his miracle-infused Blade had struck the hardest metal or the heaviest mire; all his strength absorbed by the frail body before him.

And this strange sensation of the Slash

Blood splattered like scalding whips across Langnas face as he watched the figure who had shielded him, slightly lowering his eyelids.

Ronalds strength as a One Wing Sorcerer to become Golden Beak was due to a hidden Faction in the Virtual Realm that allowed him to create disposable steel beads equivalent to a Device Spirit. With careful preparation, the destructive power of these beads could rival that of a Two Wings. It was only natural that he could assassinate a Two Wings Sorcerer with the element of surprise on his side.

One of these beads was known as the Flickering Steel Bead, which enabled Ronald to teleport to the beads location. After the prison escape, Langna had spent much effort to help Ronald gather the materials for the Flickering Steel Bead, aiding him in crafting one Ronalds old safe houses for placing his items had long been destroyed and confiscated by the Sin Hunters Hall.

There were too many situations where the Flickering Steel Bead could be used, such as three moments just before when it should have been used to escape danger, yet Ronald had not used it.

He chose to use it here.

Langna seemed impervious to Gerards murderous intent, calmly asking: As a favored child of the Blood Moon Sovereign, do you know the difference between the Moonshadow and the sacred bloodline?

Gerard answered without hesitation: Moonshadow gives life, sacred bloodline guards death.

Yes, Moonshadow gives life, sacred bloodline guards death. This represents the social division of labor between the two races and also summarizes their character traits. The sacred bloodline possesses a death-like calmness, while the Moonshadow always maintains a newborn-like passion. Langna glanced at the curious Moonshadow Priests nearby: But in my view, this phrase could also mean that the sacred bloodline are all dirty adults, and the Moonshadow are all mischievous children.

Recalling his subordinate Emma, the werewolf with the large tail, Gerard had to admit that Langna was right. At that moment, the White-haired Hunter realized something and stared intently at Langna: Langna Chios, you seem

Only the pure of heart, those who do not forget to pray at night, can transform into a Moonshadow on the night when the henbane blooms under the full moon. Langna said: Since I was young, I realized I was different from the other Moonshadow electors. They are full of passion, emotionally impulsive, pure and naive, simply greedy, whereas I am the exact oppositeI was born without affection, without desire.

Interestingly, I still became a Moonshadow, a werewolf who can only transform in the shadows. The Priests told me to hide myself, but most spirits in the Moonshadow faction need emotions as fuel, so I had to seek the help of the Affection spirit.

Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps misfortune, but in the Virtual Realm, I came across a set of Taboo Ritual Tracks from the Mind Faction. The effect of the Ritual Track is to harvest emotions from others, seemingly to complement those miracles that require the burning of vast amounts of emotion.

But for me, emotions are exactly what I need. I need to harvest feelings; I need something to fill the emptiness inside.

I modified the Ritual Track, but the process became more bloody. I was quickly caught, and my secret was exposed. However, the Church didnt execute methey never execute a fellow member. So, I was sent to Shattered Lake Prison, where I could continue my research.

I would plant Affection in the targets heart, letting it overflow throughout their body. I tried my best to act out the semblance of love, but to no avail. Me, without emotions, even after harvesting so many emotions, fundamentally could not understand or experience them.

But watching Ronald die before me, the wasteland in my heart experienced its first sprout. Langna clenched his blood-stained fist: After nine years, I finally acquired emotion.

Gerard asked with interest, Is it love?

No, its hate. Langnas tone finally fluctuated: Ronald wanted to die in front of me because he hated me!

He knew my emotions were a facade, knew that any form of revenge was meaningless to me. The only way to make me suffer was to make me feel emotion.

So he planned to escape from prison, to leave the Blood Moon, to accumulate hope, to gather joy, and then choose an appropriate time to die in front of me in the most tragic way, like a bubble bursting.

That way, the twisted tree that grew in his heart, watered with hope, fertilized with joy, basking in the sunlight of freedom, yet rooted in the soil of pain, would bear the most vibrant fruit and plant it deep within me.

He succeeded, and so did I.

Langna raised his thumbs and with Ronalds blood drew two streaks under his eyes.

So this is what hate feels like.

Seeing this, Gerards brows twitched violently, as unpleasant memories surged back into his mind.