Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 394 Subterranean Species
A vast underground world.

Every word Milo spoke echoed in the space for a long time.

……

"This is much less exciting than the time travel I was looking forward to."

"Did you ever expect this?"

"Let me see."

...

This was the most indescribable darkness Milo had ever encountered in his memory, as if there was no such thing as light in this world. He only knew that he was in a space that was so vast that it was unimaginable.

As they traversed the underground passage, the kerosene lamp strapped to Marshall's back burned out.

……

laugh--

Milo clenched his fist.

The grotesque cracks on his arm glowed with a scorching red light.

He then took a few steps forward and placed his hand on the nearest object.

hum! ! !
After the wind picked up, the rolling white flames spread rapidly outwards from Milo's palm.

His and Marshall's vision was quickly restored.

However, the sparks that Milo created were like igniting a mountain, and a huge pillar of fire rose up in front of him and Marshall.

Within that scorching white light, Milo saw many broken bones.

To be precise, the mountain, or rather the giant pillar, that he had set ablaze in front of him was actually made up of countless broken bones.

……

The instant the flames appeared, Marshall jumped back quickly, cursing as he did so:
"What are you doing?!"

Milo gazed at the raging "mountain" before him, looking at the various skeletal remains of the creatures, and calmly explained:
Phosphine.

Illuminated by the dazzling firelight, he finally saw the surrounding terrain clearly.

bone.

Bones were everywhere.

He and Marshall were now in a hellish sea of ​​bones, with nothing but white bones beneath their feet.

Even the white light emanating from the massive mountain of bones burning before us was insufficient to illuminate the end of this space, demonstrating just how absurdly vast it was.

Milo could only vaguely see the outlines of some mountains in the distance, while the night sky above seemed to have been wiped out of all its stars, and the firelight he shone on received no response whatsoever.

"Are you sure this is the so-called Dreamland, and not hell where we died from lack of oxygen in the earth's crust?" Milo glanced back at Marshall.

Marshall stood a dozen meters away, tilting his head back: "Come over here and look at it from my angle, you'll see."

Milo was skeptical, but he still walked over to Marshall.

When he turned back to look at the burning mountain of bones, he made a sound of realization, "Oh~".

What was burning in front of them at that moment was a cylinder tens of meters high, and two spheres below it.

Regardless of who had the twisted sense of humor to build such a vivid work of art out of bones, it at least answers Milo's question—this is definitely not hell, since the "people" in hell certainly don't have that much free time.

However, it must be admitted that from Marshall's perspective, the scene before him was quite visually striking.

Marshall's pupils were slits in the firelight, and it covered its eyes with its furry paws, cursing:
"Damn humans."

"Why does it have to be humans? It might have been built by some other creatures..."

Milo realized the problem halfway through his rebuttal.

……

"It's a ghoul."

Marshall eventually provided an answer.

"We are located below the surface of the Dreamland, in a place called Pans Canyon, also known as the Abyss of Nothingness. It is an area inhabited by ghouls and several other disgusting races. They throw all the bones they have left over into the bottom of the canyon. If I'm not mistaken, that artwork was built by the ghouls, after all, their basic physiological structure is very similar to that of you humans."

"So this is the junkyard of the Dreamland, huh?" Milo muttered.

"That's one way to understand it."

Marshall seemed to dislike the intense light and simply turned his back to it.

"Speaking of which, besides ghouls, what are those other disgusting races you mentioned that live in Pence Canyon?"

However, Marshall, who had turned his back, did not immediately answer Milo, but instead asked another question:
"Don't you humans have a saying called 'jinx'?"

"Why do you ask?"

Milo seemed to sense something too; he felt his heart rate rising slightly.

Marshall, with his back turned, pointed directly in front of him with his little black paw and said:

"Because we're about to encounter one of those races."

……

As soon as it finished speaking, the entire canyon began to tremble violently.

Immediately afterwards, a shockwave carrying fragments of bone swept in from afar, and Milo could clearly hear the sound of those shriveled bones being crushed piece by piece.

Within the white light emanating from the burning Dingding behind him, an enormous figure was hurtling towards Milo at high speed. He saw the monster's body.

It was a serpentine creature over a hundred meters long...

If Marshall hadn't been carrying a kerosene lamp on his back, we probably would have seen him with his fur standing on end again.

It spoke to Milo at an extremely fast pace:
"Macro-devouring worms, also known as Starbursts, no one knows exactly when they appeared in the Dream Realm. Rumor has it that they can tear through spatial barriers and dig wormholes..."

"Let's not talk about this now!"

Just as a wave of rubble and bone piles, tens of meters high, was about to crash into his face, Milo grabbed Marshall by the back of the neck and disappeared from the spot at an extremely fast speed, creating some distance with a bit of a scare.

……

Halfway up the mountain, Milo finally got a clear look at the "mega-worm" in front of him.

Its entire body was covered in mucus, so much so that many broken bone fragments and gravel stuck to its surface. At the head, which was several times thicker than a burning penis, was a split, forked mouth.

Faced with such a massive object, Milo felt at a loss for what to do. Even if he threw all his weapons and equipment at it, he probably wouldn't be able to inflict any effective pain on it.

But just as Milo began to miss the bottles and jars Emma had made, the giant worm slowly crawled past him and Marshall.

Yes, they completely ignored the existence of the two of them.

...

Seeing this huge, sticky blob filling their field of vision and leisurely wriggling to the left, Milo and Marshall wisely chose to keep their mouths shut.

Furthermore, Milo's normal heart rate indicates that the giant creature in front of them does not harbor any hostility towards them; it is simply attracted by the glowing penis.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of Milo and Marshall, the giant worm crushed the white-glowing penis, plunging the space back into darkness, before disappearing.

……

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Has it gone far?" Marshall climbed up Milo's arm and onto his shoulder, crouching there, his eyes warily fixed on the direction the giant worm had gone.

"It seems they've left. We shouldn't be worried about that worm now."

"what is that?"

"Look behind you."

……

The giant worm that had just passed by did not cause Milo's heart rate to increase significantly. On the contrary, after the worm had gone far away, his sense of danger issued a warning signal.

Because at that moment, many ghostly figures appeared in the depression on the other side of Bone Mountain behind him and Marshall.

The flames of the giant Ding Ding in the distance had all gone out, leaving only scattered flames spread across the ground. Those faint points of light did not bother to support this dark space, but Milo still saw the increasing number of pairs of green pupils in the mountains behind him.

These pupils all carried a hostile gaze.

Or rather, thirst...

……

"What is it this time?"

Marshall bared his sharp teeth.

"Ghoul."

Milo was all too familiar with the smell of this race; the putrid odor emanating from these scantily clad creatures was indescribable.

Marshall's tone was very serious: "So many... we can't beat them, can we?"

By this time, it and Milo were already surrounded. They could vaguely see the outlines of the ghouls, such as the leader who was wearing a cloak and holding a spear, and the huge, naked army behind him.

Their skin has a rubbery texture with countless wrinkles, their spines are curled up, causing their bodies to lean forward significantly, their limbs appear somewhat bloated, and they all have scaly claws used for hunting. Each one has a ferocious appearance with sharp ears, but what is most unsettling is the facial structure that is so similar to that of a human...

Ghouls don't just eat rotting corpses; they won't refuse a better diet if the opportunity arises, a fact Milo is well aware of.

Therefore, he now knew where the sharp hostility he sensed came from.

Clearly, he and Marshall were treated as prey.

Fresh, protein-rich meat like theirs was often a prized ingredient offered to tribal chiefs…

……

"I'm not going to fight them."

When Milo saw that Marshall had already shown his claws, he signaled it to calm down.

Staring at hundreds of malicious gazes, Milo took two steps forward, coughed twice to clear his throat, and then opened his mouth to utter a series of rapid, sobbing sounds:

"*&@#￥#￥%@!"

Marshall, perched on Milo's shoulder, looked at the human in front of him with a puzzled expression, who seemed to have suddenly fallen ill.

But a miracle happened.

Just as Milo's incoherent screams spread through Pance Canyon, the previously watchful eyes began to look at each other in bewilderment, and soon, similar screams echoed from the ghoul horde.

"#￥|：{}￥#@……"

Then, the cloaked ghouls at the head lowered their bone spears...

...

Sometimes, mastering a foreign language is indeed very important.

(End of this chapter)