Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 410 The Value of That Man
I was originally planning to use my persuasive skills to see if I could get some information out of Imnar about the so-called secrets buried beneath Nanwei City, but it was all for nothing. This guy is still up to no good and is thinking about replacing Milo. If Milo hadn't been on guard, he probably would have fallen into my trap.

……

"I'm not talking anymore, it's pointless."

Milo gulped down the dark stuff in the cup in two big gulps.

Then he pulled the Bowie knife from under his buttocks.

In fact, these two ruler-level beings have not shown any signs of confrontation at this stage.

Even when Milo drew his sword, Imnar remained calmly seated beside him, less than a meter apart, separated only by a small table with wine utensils.

At this moment, Imnar had reverted to the appearance of Carter Garnier. It calmly waved its hand, then pointed to the stage and said:

"Don't rush, maybe you'll want to take a look at this."

At this moment, the illusory old scenes on the stage had long since faded, and another scene emerged from the mist.

Milo was very familiar with the figures in the picture.

There was Yan with gray hair, and Enid dressed in black...

...

Meanwhile, in the audience, Imnar calmly poured himself another glass of wine. He didn't even glance at the Boyd knife Milo was holding, but instead spoke to himself:
"To be honest, it's really too difficult to perfectly replace this entire city, much more difficult than I imagined. You, and those two from the other world, are all uncertain factors, which is giving me a real headache, you know?"

Milo's fingers gently traced the serrated spine of the Boy's Blade, and he glanced at Imnar:
"Are you serious? The Great Old Ones, resorting to such low and despicable tactics?"

“What can I do?” Imnar gave a very ugly bitter smile and spread his hands. “Although I have repeatedly emphasized the pathetic and weak nature of humanity, I must admit that in certain special circumstances, their methods are still very practical. Of course, humanity’s best and most despicable methods are only effective against their own kind. Coincidentally, you still retain these weaknesses that are inherent in human nature.”

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Milo shook his head, but his gaze turned serious as he looked at the misty scene on the stage.

Clearly, the other side of the screen is the world of imitators, where Yan and Enid are both staying.

For some unknown reason, Yan, who was now surrounded by thick black smoke, was pointing his murderous intent at Enid.

“He is a lucky one favored by the Outer God, but unfortunately, like you, he is still clinging to the human nature in his consciousness.” Imnal tapped his temple with his finger and continued, “However, it seems that after my persuasion, he has become much more enlightened, and in this respect, he is much better than you.”

Imnar counted on his fingers:
“I’ve roughly counted, and there are actually only a few people you care about in this city. Besides the girl in the picture, there should also be the father and his two daughters in the south of the city. Hmm, the female law enforcement chief and the little girl with her can also be counted as one... If you count them like that, there are quite a few. Your weakness.”

"so what?"

Milo sighed.

"So, I propose that we skip these tedious and complicated intermediate steps and have the three of us—me, you, and that white-haired kid—work together to dig up what's underground. It's quite a coincidence that there are three figures standing at the top of the order right now. If we can perfectly integrate and utilize what's buried underground, perhaps the new Three Pillars Gods will be the three of us."

Milo almost burst out laughing:

"Ha... This is the most unsophisticated seductive talk I've ever heard in my life."

I wonder what Engel Kolas would think if he heard his eldest son say such rebellious things.

However, Imnal simply smiled faintly at Milo's taunts and shrugged:
"Alright then, we'll have to start with Miss Kent. It was your own choice."

……

...

The world of imitators.

On the ruins of the Dulle family estate.

Enid's true form had already walked blankly to Yan's side. She slightly raised her head, making a gesture of offering her neck for execution, waiting for death to come.

And those seductive words from Imnar continued to echo in Yan's mind:

"Make your move... Let this girl be the first stepping stone on your path of blood feud. End her life and you will possess unprecedented power. The Chaos of Lurking has already given you a choice. Only by severing your humanity can you truly embark on the path of pursuing it."

"There's no need for further pointless hesitation and struggle. Once you've tasted the power of blood feud, you'll understand how right you were to make that decision."

"Chaos is beckoning to you, do you see it? You are destined to stand atop billions of races, why bother with such a weak soul, who doesn't even have much interaction with you."

……

For a fleeting moment, a look of confusion did appear in Yan's eyes, but it vanished in an instant. He coughed twice and suddenly shouted:
"Wait a minute!"

After saying that, he pulled out the tattered little notebook from his pocket, opened it, and quickly flipped through the contents like a primary school student frantically reviewing a dictionary before an exam. Then, he asked in a serious tone:

"Let's be realistic. Based on my previous experiments, the person releasing resentment must know exactly who the object of their hatred is, even if it's just a code name. But there's a loophole here."

"You said that if I kill Enid, I can incur Milo's resentment and exchange it for unimaginable power. Theoretically, that might be correct, but how would Milo know that I killed Enid? He might not even know that Enid is dead."

"Hey, my clever brain almost fell for your trick." Then came a string of vulgar insults typical of street thugs, spitting out like rap from between Yan's two rows of yellow teeth.

……

"Fool! That guy is watching everything from another inverted dimension right now! Stop showing off your ridiculous nonsense! This is your only choice: kill her. The chaotic power that comes from cutting away your humanity is something you've never experienced before! Aren't you tempted?"

Imnar's voice roared incessantly in Yan's mind.

This may be one of the few times in its long history that its defenses have been breached.

It had never seen such a slow-moving person, no, it should be said that it had never seen such a slow-moving creature. It was just one step away from stepping into a more profound realm. It was clear that this guy's soul contained all sorts of human vices. He should be more easily bewitched than an ordinary human.

Yet this despicable and vile thing wasted over an hour here.

What Imnar found most unacceptable was that even after regaining its divine status, it still couldn't bewitch the soul of the human before it. Every time, just as the human was about to lose himself, the human would shudder and shrink back, leaving Imnar with nothing to show for its efforts.

I have no idea what this guy is afraid of!
……

If Imnar had studied Yan more thoroughly, as he had studied Milo, he would have known that this wasn't the first time this guy had "escaped" the seduction of the Great Old Ones, albeit in some cunning and despicable ways...

"Uh... what did you say?"

After being sternly reprimanded by Imnar, Yan blinked and gradually calmed down.

"What do you mean, what are you saying?" Imnar was completely baffled by this guy's thought process.

It simply revealed its fractal form behind Yan.

Its true form was like a ghost, its face seemingly a fusion of features from all the creatures in Nanwei City, constantly changing, and its entire body was covered in an eerie mist.

It strolled towards Yan Lai and repeated in a highly authoritative tone:

"What are you waiting for?"

However, Yan displayed unprecedented composure and seriousness. He didn't turn back to look at the strange fractal, but instead stared at Enid, who was deeply immersed in a dream, with a complex expression. Then, he took a deep breath and asked in a low voice:
"Are you saying that Milo is watching all of this from another dimension right now?"

"That's right! He's watching us! Are you going to keep making a fool of yourself? Stop spouting nonsense, he's watching you. Kill this woman, and the path to blood feud will be opened for you!..."

……

Boom! ! !
Imnar hadn't finished speaking.

A terrifying chaotic storm erupted in the area separating Yan from it!

This time, the powerful black turbulence formed a terrifying tornado, which slammed solidly into Imnar's fractal!
For the first time, its body showed signs of disintegration from the impact!
"What are you doing!!!"

Faced with such a sudden change, Imnar, who revealed his true form in a split shape for the first time, was extremely furious.

The mist surrounding it instantly transformed into countless jagged cracks, sweeping towards Yan's location like a landslide.

Yan was knocked flying.

In that instant, you could see him vomit a mouthful of hot blood.

But the black smoke still protected his body, and also enveloped Enid, who had been standing there expressionless from beginning to end.

At the crossroads of the two storms, a calm and unhurried sentence rang out—

"It won't do for him to be watching... Hey, you Valrocan brat! Make sure you see clearly that I didn't do anything!"

Then, the billowing black smoke dissipated.

The ruins were completely empty.

Only the attacked Imnar fractal remained, roaring wildly and venting its pent-up rage.

……

...

The real world.

Inside the opera house.

Milo glanced at Imnal, whose face was twitching slightly, and calmly shrugged:
"Don't look at me, I don't know either."

"Stubborn bastard!" Imnal slammed his hand on the table.

However, before it could even utter its curses, the red-hot Boy's blade was nailed to the back of its hand!
It looked up abruptly and found that Milo, who had been calm and collected just a moment ago, now had a sinister and ferocious smile on his face, one hand pressing down on the Bowie knife, grinning at it:
"Huh? The plan has failed and you still dare to sit here comfortably?"

(End of this chapter)