Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 459 Don’t want to
"Fine, you said it, I can insult you."

Milo smiled faintly.

He glanced casually in the direction above the altar.

Then he grinned.

Then he pulled the crowbar off Joan's shoulder and threw it aside with a thud.

Then he grabbed her white hair, pulled her off the stone wall, and dragged her to the worship pit in the center of the altar, taking with him the longsword she had used before.

A long trail of blood appeared on the ground where Joan had been dragged.

Finally, Milo threw Joan into the ruins next to the worship pit.

Then, with a swing of his longsword, he carved a hole in the ground.

"The feng shui here is pretty good, let's choose this place."

He muttered to himself.

They pulled Qiong over and pushed her into the pit.

Then he changed his mind.

"Wait, that's too wasteful."

He pulled Joan out again and then began to skillfully remove the armor plates from her body, one by one, which were not completely damaged.

"just kill me!"

Joan was both shocked and furious.

She didn't know what Milo was trying to do, but as a saintly figure revered by all in the temple, she wished she could die on the spot after suffering such a humiliation.

But she had no chance to resist. Milo manipulated her into various positions, and he removed all her armor, even the inner chainmail.

"What's your name, really?"

As Milo adjusted his armor, he cursed irritably:

"Look at your flat chest, like an airport runway. My taste isn't that bad. Besides, there's a kid watching. What do you take me for?"

He stripped Joan of all her armor, leaving her not even her boots.

Severely injured and utterly powerless to resist, Joan was now only wearing a thin garment. Her physique was indeed strong enough, even more robust and powerful than most men in the conscious world, while still possessing the curves and grace of a woman. Her slender figure had the powerful beauty of a cheetah, but as Milo had said, it had a fatal flaw: it was just too damn flat.

After taking a rough inventory and collecting all the valuables, Milo's gaze fell on Qiong's head of beautiful white hair.

"Well, forget it, if I keep going I feel like I'm turning into a Nazi."

He shook his head, bent down again to pick up the two-handed sword that belonged to Joan, and placed it against her swan-like, elegant, white neck.

"That's settled then. Out of sixteen Spirit Visioners, I'll only take you. It's a losing deal for me."

……

Joan was in utter despair.

Her deep blue eyes began to tremble slightly.

Only at this moment did Milo smell the scent of fear in her soul.

"Even the toughest bones can be afraid of dying."

He muttered to himself, raising the sword high in his hand.

But he didn't strike immediately.

Instead, he looked up again at the shadow high in the sky.

For a long time, there was no movement.

Finally, he muttered, somewhat puzzled:

"Aren't you going to come out and save people? It seems you don't dare to disobey the covenant of the Dream Gods. I thought you were more ruthless."

……

Just as Milo's sword was about to strike.

Some restless sounds came from the worship pit.

It seems they want to stop Milo's killing spree.

"Shut your damn mouth! You're talking about faith now, huh? You're nothing but a worm that's gnawed on the remains of a golden tree. If you don't want to die, shut up!"

Milo cursed viciously at the bottom of the worship pit.

There was no further movement from inside the pit.

...

But just as the creatures in the worship pit were stunned by Milo, another familiar voice rang out behind him, a voice that was incredibly hoarse and weak:
"Why did you kill her?"

Milo rolled his eyes, holding his two-handed sword.

He glanced back and saw Dirac, who had woken up at some point, but was still covered in sores and scabs.

“You woke up at just the right time; all that was missing was you, the undertaker,” Milo said calmly.

However, the golden light of the Golden Rule quickly surged up on Dillashaw's chest. Those golden streams of light were like scalpels, rapidly dissecting and repairing his festering limb structure. In less than a minute, all the scabs fell off his body, revealing brand new flesh and skin.

His pale face had mostly returned to normal, though he still looked somewhat dazed and confused.

Dillah Shaw tried to stand up, but staggered for a long time without success.

He stared blankly at Milo, and at the unfamiliar white-haired woman Milo was stepping on.

He sensed a strong fluctuation of a similar power emanating from the woman, even though that power was extremely weak.

...

And Joan finally noticed Dirac, the golden tree servant who had recovered from the brink of death.

She clung to him like a drowning man grasping at a straw, and with her last ounce of strength screamed, "You're a follower of the Law?! Can you hear me?! Help me! Hold off this shadow! Help me get out of here! I will bring the army of the Law back with me!"

"The blood of the law flows in your veins! Do not forget! You are a believer in the law!"

"Do what you're supposed to do!"

...

"Shut up, you damn bitch."

Milo struck Joan's stunningly beautiful face with the blade of his longsword. The seemingly gentle strike shattered her left cheekbone, leaving half of her face a bloody mess.

Dillah's breathing became rapid.

He slumped to the ground, looking at Milo with a blank expression.

Then, while coughing, he said:
"It was the Golden Law emanating from her that healed my injuries. I... I actually have a strange will to obey her... Who is she?"

“They were sent by the Golden Law you believe in, to kidnap Daisy.” Milo didn’t rush to kill her.

"Take Daisy away?"

Dillah Shaw turned around abruptly and saw Daisy standing behind a boulder in the distance, her face pale.

At this moment, Joan spoke again:

"I am acting on the orders of the law to retrieve the Eye of Thinking. That thing never belonged to your world. Leaving it here will only give evil spirits in the darkness an opportunity to take advantage of you. You ignorant and lowly creatures have no idea what sins you have committed..."

Milo glanced at the hesitant Dillah, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked Joan:

"So, how do we retract the Eye of Thinking?"

Joan replied hastily, “As long as that child is killed, the Eye of Thinking will naturally return to the temple. If you still believe in the Golden Law, then complete this mission for me…”

Her second half of the sentence was addressed to Dillah.

The reason is that she knows that Diracho doesn't have the ability to save her from Milo, but he has the opportunity to complete his unfinished mission, which is to reclaim the Eye of Thinking.

In that case, even if she died, she would have fulfilled the task entrusted to her by the law with her own life, and thus she could still be considered a martyr, rather than being classified as a loser.

But the moment she said that the way to withdraw the Eye of Thinking was to kill Daisy, she noticed that Dillash's eyes, which had been filled with confusion and hesitation, instantly became firm.

Qiong's expression froze.

Her left cheekbone and eye socket were smashed by Milo, and blood soaked her eyes, leaving only her right eye able to see clearly.

What she saw was the coldness on Dillash's face.

...

Dillah Shaw frowned and asked incredulously:
"You want me to kill that child?"

……

Joan finally realized what was happening.

But she still didn't understand.

She didn't understand why a Shadow-level high-ranking being would interfere with the temple's mission, and she couldn't understand why a divine servant recognized by the Golden Law would also collude with the Shadow.

What kind of magic does that child possess that drives so many people to protect her?
She was clearly just a lowly, weak mortal body, but by chance, she developed a strange affinity with the Eye of Thinking.

She clearly "stole" the Eye of Thinking from the temple.

Why are even believers in the Golden Rule now betraying themselves?

...

"She too is a believer in the Golden Rule. Even in death, she will be reborn in the Dream Realm! The law has already shown the utmost mercy; do not remain obstinate! The Eye of Thought cannot remain in this world!!"

Deep in Joan's soul, perhaps she knew that nothing she said would make a difference, but she still shouted those words with great resentment.

She still firmly believed that the Golden Rule was correct, and that her mission was absolutely just.

……

But the truth is, in the eyes of both Milo and De La Shaw, Daisy is more important than any so-called bullshit law or will.

...

Milo calmly turned to Daisy and asked loudly:
"You want to go to the Dreamland?"

Daisy, standing alone on the side of the boulder in the distance, shook her head frantically:

"Do not want to."

A brief silence fell over the unseen land, and even Joan gave up struggling.

And the last thing to echo from the altar was Dirac's hoarse voice.

He succinctly said to Milo:
"Kill her."

……

Milo grinned:
"It seems we've reached a consensus."

He raised his hand and waved.

Swish!
The knight's two-handed sword slashed precisely across Joan Byrne's neck, severing her long, snow-white hair in the process.

Joan's head rolled into the pit that Milo had dug beforehand.

All the previous noise finally stopped completely at this moment.

...

Milo kicked Joan's body into the pit.

He didn't rush to fill the hole with soil. Instead, he carried the other person's two-handed sword, looked up at the shadow above the altar, and calmly waited for something that might come at any moment.

……

(End of this chapter)