Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 336 Fooled

Cracked skin stretched from Milo's fist to his upper arm and shoulder. His coat and shirt were torn, and his body was covered in blood, but he felt a surge of energy boiling in every vein.

After Nero's death, the fog wall was slowly dissipating, and in the distance, Kay, who had been hanging there, lay unconscious on the ground, the mycelium that had sprouted from her body completely decaying.

Whether they are the Ancient Ones, the Great Old Ones, or even the more powerful Old Gods and Outer Gods, they all need the faith of their followers and worshippers to maintain their will in this world.

Because they do not belong to this world, they should be forgotten by civilization.

Without the power of faith that sustains them, everything is in vain.

Nero killed Yog-Sothoth's last worshipper in this world, its initiation ritual was aborted, and its power projected from another world was interrupted.

But this did not prevent its wisp of consciousness from venting its anger.

It is revered as an Outer God and should be a purer life form without emotions and desires, but the wisp of will implanted in Nero's mind over the past few decades has become accustomed to human thought patterns.

It despises humanity's baseness and stupidity, but to some extent, it has also been assimilated by humanity.

The rage proved it.

……

The afterimage of Sothos projected onto this world began to gradually solidify from a semi-solid form into a substantial one. Its body was formed from countless strange orbs of light, and there were also parts that kept falling off and protoplasm that flowed outwards in a sinister manner, which gathered together to form some kind of terrifying substance from outer space. All the rules around it seemed to have entered a boiling state.

This bizarre entity still retains some human-like features. Its face is formed by red spheres that resemble mud or bubbling foam, constantly undergoing internal aggregation and splitting.

……

Strong winds blew up again high in the sky.

Coupled with the bizarre and distorted surrounding force field, both Milo and Monquia struggled to maintain their balance.

Monquea loudly reminded Milo:
"It is preparing to seize your body as its incarnation."

Milo shrugged in Sothos's direction: "They've already announced the plan out loud, there's no need for you to repeat it."

Click! ! !

Everything Sothos touched, including the floor beneath its feet, began to rot, crumble, and turn into gray dust.

The building, which was already half collapsed, was teetering on the brink of collapse under the ravages of the distorting force field. Large sections of the structure had spread beyond the fog wall and been crushed into fragments, but instead of falling from the sky, they floated lightly in the air.

Sothos has his sights set on Milo.

It no longer even glanced at Monquia.

The most important birth ritual has ended, and it must now settle for a less important option: finding a sufficiently strong body to serve as the vessel for its remaining will. Otherwise, it will be forever severed from the original body of the outer universe, and then disappear and dissipate.

……

The fog wall, which was gradually dissipating, began to condense again as the strange bubbles spreading from Sothos's body attached to it and rapidly multiplied and replicated, resulting in the formation of a new fog wall.

Milo's expression was rather unpleasant:

"Is this considered the second phase of the boss fight?"

He could feel the excruciating pain in his arms. It was as if some substance in the cracked flesh was preventing the wounds from healing. Milo's regeneration speed was several levels faster than that of ordinary creatures, but even now, the wounds were still bleeding. No matter how the energy circulating in his body repaired them, the thing that Sothos left on him would always force the wounds to reopen.

The broken skin was like shattered glass, cracked and constantly bleeding.

At this point, Milo's heart rate had broken the previous record.

However, the threat before us is not simply death, but something far more terrifying than death.

In certain special circumstances, death, as commonly understood by humans, is actually merciful, and this is the situation that Milo is now facing.

He may be reincarnated as an incarnation of an Outer God, at which point he will be stripped of everything, including the right to choose death.

……

"We don't have the ability to kill it; we can only pray that it will automatically dissipate when the stars appear in the right position next time."

Monquia seemed somewhat disheartened after seeing Sothos gradually materialize.

He inherited some of the knowledge from the Raven in the Finich manuscript, and he knew that although it seemed easy to say, the self-dissolution of a wisp of Outer God's materialized will could be a long process of hundreds of years.

The laws of time will wear down and erode its will, and even gods cannot resist them.

One day it will forget that its true form is the lofty Yog-Sothoth, it will forget its divinity and become a rather mediocre life form, until it can no longer withstand the erosion of time and returns to dust.

It's like some kind of special cycle.

Because the heart in the town of Ikham is the failed remnant of Sothos's last projection. The so-called remnant of the old god is the trace left by the corruption of Sothos's will by time after it was cut off by the world.

It waited through countless years for the next opportunity to arrive, until its very essence was completely destroyed.

In a sense, the rotten heart that Milo brought back from Icom was the flesh and blood of Yog-Sothoth, which he offered as a sacrifice to the witches, drank their blood, and now used the power of their blood to fight against Sothoth's will.

From this perspective, it's not hard to understand why this Outer God would be so furious.

……

"This place will become the new cursed land."

Monquia glanced at Milo: "Another Ikham a century from now."

"That doesn't make sense."

Milo shook his head.

The floor slabs are still collapsing.

Monquea did not retreat, nor did Milo.

In a daze, the two of them, as visionaries, seemed to see the final fate of this city within this mysterious, distorted space.

Corruption will engulf the entire city.

All living things here will be defeated.

Milo watched as those familiar pale faces in the city were crushed into fragments by the force field, and then repaired by mycelium, becoming part of Yog-Sothoth.

There were no survivors.

Everything was swallowed up.

The figure standing atop the crumbling city wall, covered entirely by constantly splitting spheres, with the outline of half a face, belonged to Milo.

……

“That’s different from Icam.” Milo shook his head, pulling his thoughts back from the strange space.

“It wasn’t decayed by time; someone buried it deep in the crypt. It can only rely on its nighttime murmurs to bewitch the natives of that land… That’s the right way to stop it.”

Monquia stared at the fog walls around him, corroded by foamy spheres; he and Milo were trapped at the very heart of death.

"Even with our combined spiritual vision, we might not be able to seal it away, and it's too late..."

"It didn't say we'd have to use both of our strength."

Milo said this and walked toward Yog Sothos.

Monquea thought Milo had given up.

They underestimated the power of this Outer God's will, thinking that stopping the ritual would end everything. Little did they know that the so-called rescue measures only reduced the situation from despair to a slightly less desperate state. Ultimately, the people of this city still had to pay the price for tonight's hunt.

Monquia wasn't sure if this could be considered a successful operation...

……

The next second, however, a scene that seemed unbelievable to him appeared.

Milo, who had previously fought fiercely in close combat with the projection of the Outer God, knelt down decisively before Sothos, raising his hands in a posture even more devout than that of a worshipper, and, enduring the pressure of the distorted gravity field, shouted loudly:
"Great, transcendent God! Ancient immortal! Guardian of the Gates of Extinction! Bless me and lead me to the vast void! I offer all that I have to become your incarnation! Save my soul imprisoned in this dark world, cleanse me of my defilement! Almighty God..."

……

Monquia was almost dumbfounded.

This guy, he's really fallen so low?

Why was there no sign at all?
Could it be that Sothos's will corrupted him? But Sothos hasn't even made a move yet.

...

Surrounded by a distorted spatial force field, at the center of countless building debris and a raging wind carrying electric arcs.

Milo knelt before the afterimage of Sothos, chanting those tedious and complicated prayers over and over again. At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into an extremely ignorant and despicable soul, praying to the gods for blessings and salvation in the most humble posture.

That attitude is more hateful than that of a drug addict craving drugs, and surpasses any form of depravity.

Even Sothos himself was momentarily stunned by Milo's charm.

It had thought it would take considerable effort to completely destroy the soul of this human psychic, but it never expected that the other party would willingly bow down and become a worshipper.

"Humanity is ultimately ignorant and weak, humph..."

It ignored the Milo at its feet, venting its contempt for this lowly species.

However, it had no choice but to merge with Milo, because before its own will dissipated, it no longer had the ability to kill and possess any of the existing Great Old Ones in this world, and the relatively powerful Visionary in front of it was its only option.

……

So it blessed Milo.

The will of the Outer Gods, for the first time defying the rules, descended upon a human body that carried no ancient bloodline.

A fusion of wills began to occur.

It began to see everything about the human visionary in front of it.

Sothos saw Milo's mediocre years in another world, his experiences in the coastal town, and his conversations with the ravens in the cracks of time...

Slowly, Sothos suddenly realized what was happening.

It finally realized something was wrong.

……

But it was too late.

Its integration with Milo is already halfway complete.

The expression on Milo's face, kneeling on the ground with his hands raised, was no longer that of a devout worshipper; instead, it bore the wicked grin of someone who had succeeded in his scheme.

"You saw it too, right? I broke the laws of time and am the one being targeted by the hounds."

Milo leaned forward, enduring the terrifying distorting force tearing at his facial skin, and gritted his teeth to speak:

"Now, you've caught my scent too."

……

At this moment, Sothos, which had returned to its afterimage state, now had half of Milo's outline on its face, and its eyes were full of astonishment and horror as it looked at Milo.

It was scammed.

I was terribly scammed.

Only during the process of integration did it truly see the soul of the human being before it.

This is a soul without any faith, untouched even by the mortal yearning for God; its only possession is a pure self…

What a damn thing this is...

……

And at this time.

Behind Sothos.

The location of Nero's body.

The area where his blood-stained sword was embedded in the floor, the angle formed by the sword and the floor, had been replaced by a dark void.

The cracks that transcend time were torn open by some invisible force.

From the pitch-black, empty shadows, wisps of smoke began to spread.