Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 649 Sign Language Master
It was probably when he realized he couldn't straighten his back or his legs that Yan's loose tongue became even more active, representing yet another forceful order that he couldn't control.

Even if Milo doesn't have the energy to respond or pay attention to him, Yan can still keep talking endlessly, entertaining himself.

But Milo simply didn't have the energy to pay him any attention.

Some people can't stand it.

...

"Isn't it said that the death of a person in a position of power is different from death in the traditional sense?"

"Strange, where did I hear this saying from?"

"Wait a minute... I think I can feel it."

"Some sticky stuff, wow, she really knocked my poop out."

"You're in trouble, she has my poop on her hands."

"Is this what their gods like to see? They should really attend a banquet at the Dürer Manor."

"Why are you so quiet? It makes me look like I'm not very smart."

...

I don't know when it started, but the Scarlet Witch has turned back the way she came.

Yan couldn't see Milo's direction at all; he was essentially talking non-stop with Milo and the Scarlet Witch, his back to them.

It wasn't until the familiar dark red robe and the large expanse of menacing vines reappeared in the corner of his vision that he realized something was amiss.

The next second, his throat was grabbed.

"Ok?"

Yan was stunned for a second.

Then, holding onto that last sliver of time, he shouted something that no one but Milo could understand:
“I just remembered who that person was, Aya Ferguson! The lamplighter…”

This seemingly nonsensical statement was only half-said.

Yan's tongue was ripped out by the Scarlet Witch...

……

...

The Scarlet Witch maintained the gesture of holding the seal with one hand.

He casually tossed aside the gruesome, torn, bloody mass of flesh.

But they discovered that the half-dead thing hanging in mid-air was still twitching.

He kept vomiting blood, and the intense pain caused his face to twitch and his body to tremble, but he was not dead, or rather, not yet.

Even in this miserable situation, he still refused to give up his desire to express himself.

Even with his throat completely torn apart, he still shakily raised his hand and gestured something in sign language.

However, we know that Yan is not a studious person; he has never learned sign language. Fortunately, what he wanted to express was not very complicated.

Probably so.

Point to yourself—point to the other person—draw a circle to represent "the whole family"—then make a hole with your left index finger and thumb—and move your right index finger in and out of the hole...

This level of sign language should be understandable to most people of normal intelligence.

perhaps……

...

Yan, who was as rotten as mud, was thrown back onto the ground to await his death.

For some unknown reason, the Scarlet Witch did not kill Yan; or rather, the will of the temple did not choose to completely eliminate Yan.

Yan, who was slammed back to the ground, was naturally unable to turn his head to look at the Scarlet Witch.

The Scarlet Witch has already turned and left.

Yan, however, continued to persistently raise his middle finger.

But the next second a slender vine swept through the air, and then his stubborn middle finger flew off his palm and landed in a crevice of the ruins several meters away.

...

Without that incessant chatter, this narrow corner of the battlefield was finally enveloped in a completely oppressive atmosphere.

Yan withdrew from the battle in a highly personal manner.

He had probably resigned himself to the fact that his life was over, because his tongue had been torn apart, his middle finger severed, and his penis, which he could no longer feel, meant that all his tools of the trade had been confiscated…

The second obstacle blocking the Scarlet Witch's path was naturally Wendigo.

The assassin named Elo had been completely torn to shreds by Wendigo.

This man, whose specialty was ambush and assassination, probably never dreamed that his choice of the creature that looked to be in the worst condition on the battlefield would be the first to bring about his own demise.

...

Wendigo swallowed most of the fragments of Elo's body.

Those roots and tendrils may have a toughness that surpasses that of metal weapons, but in its mouth, they can only be described as having a noodle-like texture.

The only problem was that there was way too much noodles.

So much so that when this grayish-white ball of fur placed its five-centimeter paws on the ruins in front of Milo, facing the Red Witch directly, it accidentally burped, and a "noodle" popped out of its nostril.

It then took a deep breath and slurped the noodles hanging from its nostrils back up.

A new round of fighting has begun.

But this is a battle with no perfect ending in sight.

The opponent cannot be killed and is manipulated by the gods on the other side of the world barrier.

Even if the former Windwalkers were here, what could they do?
……

...

"he died?"

The prayer square was shrouded in a terrifying fog.

Dillash was certain that the familiar auras of Shadow and Night Demon that he could sense were diminishing and weakening at an extremely rapid pace.

In his memory, these two were the most dangerous monsters. He had witnessed the shocking scene of Milo fighting against the incarnation of a god with his bare hands, and he had also felt the oppressive feeling of the Night Demon's full power.

Dirashaw possesses the blessing of the Golden Tree, allowing him to see the intensity of life activity that is impossible to detect from the perspective of ordinary creatures; it is like a constantly burning flame.

However, for these two men who were stronger than the Separator, the fire that symbolized their lives had now been reduced to embers.

Are they all really dead?

Dillah Shaw felt a chill run down his spine.

He firmly believed that as long as he stood in the prayer square, no evil could enter the church door behind him.

But when he “saw” the ever-burning flames on the other side of the Crimson Mountains, he felt a slight wavering.

It wasn't until this moment, when he suddenly realized that the two most powerful souls in his knowledge were slowly disintegrating, that Dirac's confidence and certainty vanished.

"impossible……"

...

What are you talking to yourself about?

The raven, who had been sitting at the bottom of the steps in silence for a long time, uttered a muffled sentence.

He didn't even bother to look back at Dillah.

His tone was full of disdain for the school of thought on contractual organizations.

You could also hear sighs that seemed to have no meaning.

"They can barely take care of themselves, yet they're still eyeing others..."

...

"What do you mean?"

A moment of surprise flashed across Dillah Shaw's face.

He then used his mental power to sweep across the entire church complex at top speed, but found nothing unusual after the inspection.

He seemed somewhat tense at that moment.

In contrast, the two disciples of the Monsis school at the bottom of the steps appeared rather somber throughout.

The raven spoke again:
"So..."

"Did that child know what he was going to face, but didn't tell you anything about it?"

(End of this chapter)