Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 420 Strange Atmosphere
The troublemaker Imnal has been exiled.

This time the connection should be completely severed. Milo doesn't believe it can still have any tricks up its sleeve. After all, Pagon can even deal with Imnar's father, so it's impossible that it can't handle a brat.

Moreover, the fact that people in the real world have awakened indicates that the imitator city of Nanwei has collapsed.

Milo did not linger at the opera house.

He has just discovered something terrible.

That is, those audience members who died in their sleep suddenly "awakened" along with the other people at a certain moment.

However, this remains an invisible and obscure truth for ordinary people like Rebecca.

In short, you, as an ordinary human being, were replaced by Imnar's fractal rules and dragged into a chaotic dream.

Your true form died in the aftermath of the battle between the two rulers while you were asleep.

But when the fractal rules were banished along with Imnar, you awoke, and the pain, fear, and terror that were originally unrelated to you instantly filled your entire soul.

There's a feeling of waking up from a dream only to find yourself in an even more terrifying nightmare.

……

Milo walked on foot through the wet city streets, with eerie wails and screams emanating from the dilapidated opera house behind him.

Those screams came from terrified souls.

They were opera audience members who had already died.

Unaware of what was happening, they were gripped by extreme terror and let out endless wails.

However, Milo was powerless to do anything about it; only he could perceive these sounds.

He could only try to get as far away from the opera house as possible, to escape the area enveloped by that mournful wail.

...

Marshall once said that as one's spiritual vision improves, the soul will spontaneously develop contempt for lower-level life forms as it ascends in its sequence.

But later it turned out that Milo's neglect of the ordinary people around him was because he was already in the city of Nanwei, the city of imitators, and most of the people around him were not the real Milo.

However, during his standoff with Imnar, Milo truly did not care about the deaths of the innocent people in the opera house.

When it was all over, the wails that only Milo could hear sounded to him like accusations of his indifference.

But this only brought Milo a moment of annoyance, and he left the opera house without looking back.

"When you're choosing tombstones for yourselves later, let Dillash pick out some good stones. Stop yelling and complaining."

Milo muttered to himself, put on the coat he'd borrowed from one of his fellow enforcers, and left the battlefield of the rulers.

The weather is unusually clear today.

Sunlight bathed every street in Nanwei City, as if to welcome this beautiful day when the shadows were banished.

The tragedy at the opera house would undoubtedly shock the entire city, and even the whole prefecture, but before the news spread completely, the other residents of Nanwei City went about their usual routines: waking up in the morning, washing up, eating breakfast, and heading to their respective jobs.

For most people in the city, it was just another ordinary day.

Unaware that the entire city had faced the risk of being replaced just hours earlier, and even less aware that they might fall into a deep slumber, never to awaken again.

This is the insignificance of the lowest life forms within the existing order.

They have no control over their own destiny, and they don't even have the right to know it.

This made Milo increasingly believe that perhaps his inexplicable arrival in this world was not accidental. Having once been a being of the lowest caste himself, he naturally didn't know what had happened to him. Perhaps his original world had already been buried by the gods...

...

The morning sunlight brought little warmth.

Instead, the chill carried by the lingering wind after the rain kept seeping into Milo's collar through his coat. He pulled at his coat and walked straight toward the eastern part of Nanwei City.

Although the mess was handed over to Rebecca, there were still some small details that he had to handle personally.

No matter what, she was the only criminal investigation officer under his command.

...

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suburbs.

Milo saw many familiar faces.

The good news is that everyone is alive and well; the bad news is that everyone has come together.

Church official De La Chaux.

The gate-blocking warrior, Yan, should perhaps be called the Night Demon now.

Before long, other members of the church arrived, including Pastor Defoe and Isabelle Planck, the genius scholar of the Covenant Organization whom he had met twice before.

Of course, the little wildcat Enid was also there, but she was still unconscious and was fast asleep on a stone pier by the canal on the outskirts of the city. Judging from the clear traces of drool at the corner of her mouth, there shouldn't be any major problems. She was probably just taking a nap.

……

Milo knows almost everything that happens in the world of the Imitation Game.

The divine servant's blessing power that Dirasha possessed, along with Yan's Night Demon incarnation, was somewhat unexpected for Milo.

But upon closer reflection, it was all foreshadowed. On the night of the hunt, Milo had actually noticed Dillash's figure appearing in the dark alleys around the law enforcement headquarters.

Similarly, Milo knew perfectly well that the Valrocan family would be targeted by hunters, and that there must be someone in the house who was equivalent to the Apostle of Calamity.

He always thought it was Emma.

To protect her, Milo didn't mention this to anyone.

I never expected that after going around in circles, it would be this unreliable guy, Yan.

……

As for the fact that the evil and the holy factions joined forces in the Imitation World, Milo actually found it quite bizarre. According to his conventional thinking, it would be a miracle if these two didn't fight each other, let alone join forces against an enemy.

But that's the truth: the burning three-lobed eye stood on the same side as the servant of the golden tree.

Milo happened to seize this opportunity, dismantling Imnar's fractal and thus the entire Imitation City of Nanwei, allowing order to return to the conscious reality.

……

At this moment, the atmosphere of the meeting on the riverbank beneath the Church Bridge seemed somewhat stiff.

Without a doubt, the Church was aware of everything that happened in Nanwei City; at the very least, Daisy, the Eye of Thinking, must have witnessed the entire event.

However, from a doctrinal standpoint, the Church did not intervene. They were the ones who feared the gods, whether they were the gods of dreams, the Outer Gods, or the more ancient Old Gods, or the Great Old Ones who were one order lower than the gods. In their eyes, all of these were inviolable and indecent beings.

In Milo's words, if the Shadow Sequence is the P-customer, then the Church is the hedonistic house's waiter responsible for serving tea and water, not even a hostess.

Interestingly, in the eyes of the church, Milo's status has gradually shifted from that of a sinner who disrespected the gods to one on par with those in power.

However, the concept is still very vague.

All they knew was that without Milo, none of them would have escaped this catastrophe.

As a result, from now on the church's attitude towards Milo will appear very ambiguous.

They were still unable to completely let go of their previous obsessive resistance to Milo, but at the same time, they felt a bit more afraid, after all, after this incident, his hands were stained with the blood of another god.

Compared to Imnar, who never showed his true face and remained inconspicuous even after nearly turning the city upside down, Milo was a real, tangible, and living being who could be directly contacted.

People are sometimes like this. When faced with the unknown, no matter how terrifying it may be, there is always a veil between them, a touch of illusion, which diminishes their fear. But what actually appears before them is more likely to arouse their vigilance and resistance.

Perhaps this is the feeling that surrounds everyone in the church and the contract organization at this moment.

But not everyone is like that.

Isabelle Planck is not.

Ever since she witnessed Milo rescue Daisy, Milo's status in her eyes has risen infinitely, surpassing, in some ways, those scholars and elders she used to admire.

For Isabelle, the first half of her life was spent following in the footsteps of her predecessors, and her ultimate ideal could only be the mysterious and unpredictable mysticism. Milo was the only one who could make her deeply admire him in this field.

……

So the scene that is presented is that while many church members present are watching Milo warily, Isabel is looking at him with a bright and worshipful gaze.

At this moment, she had probably forgotten the instructions of her elders in the organization. She did not place Milo in that evil heretical order, nor did she regard him as some inviolable superior. She only felt that he was a pioneer in her field of occultism.

...

The silence lasted for an unknown period of time.

It was Milo himself who spoke first:

"Everyone, how long are we going to stare at each other like this?"

The churches were at a loss for what to do.

Only Isabel shrugged, her expression suggesting, "I can keep staring like this forever."

Meanwhile, Yan had already stealthily stood behind Milo, leaned close to him and whispered, "These people don't seem too willing to let me take Enid away. You should try to reason with them."

At this moment, Defoe hesitated for a long time before finally speaking to Milo with considerable sincerity:

“Mr. Valrocan, you should understand the Church’s stance on the Apostles of Calamity. We are merely…”

However, Milo didn't even glance at Defoe, but turned to Dirac and asked, "Is this also your idea?"

When Dirac, a clerk, was questioned by Milo, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the church members present who were of higher status than himself.

But Milo shook his head and added:
"There's no need to look. Of all the charlatans here, you're the only one with even the slightest chance of causing me trouble, so it's up to you."

Dillah Shaw squinted his eyes, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

At first, he wasn't sure what Milo meant by those words, but the next second, when he saw the gazes of the Contract Organization and Defoe directed at him, he understood that Milo, though seemingly pressuring him, was actually helping him out.

Throughout, Dirachoon has always been the one who struggles the most, both in terms of his stance and his will.

He hasn't changed even at this moment.

He ultimately chose to remain silent.

Milo then picked up the unconscious Enid and left the place with Yan.

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(End of this chapter)