Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 666 The Four Horsemen

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“That’s right, he’s one of the Four Horsemen of the Favored.”

"Yes, it was a natural disaster, it was Him."

"And those two who appeared in the dream world..."

"Didn't they follow the lurking chaos to the other side of the starry sky? Why are they appearing one after another?"

"After escorting Imnal to Qadas, those two revealed some information: they came here to reclaim something that belonged to their master..."

"Natural disasters, greed, masks... and now we're missing a plague. The Four Horsemen always descend together, so He must still be hiding somewhere in the shadows."

"We must remain vigilant, these demons who roam among the stars; let us not forget how many of our people they have taken from us on ancient battlefields..."

“There is no need to panic. Mount Kadas made a covenant with them, and that covenant is still in effect. They dare not overstep it.”

"I hope so."

...

The will of the gods, "frightened away" from the dream, whispered in the farthest reaches of the sky.

On the shattered ground battlefield, starting with the Crimson, then moving on to the Old Chaos, and finally to the fight against the Corrupted Red Witch, the Chaos Visionists, who should have been annihilated and devoured long ago, still held on.

But what awaits them next is an even more terrifying, unknown enemy—the fat woman known as "Calamity"...

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He was still in a state of near-madness and chaos, but not because of the influence of the Blood Moon, but because of the severe damage caused by the Scarlet Witch's bloom.

He huddled around the tattered Book of Flesh and Blood, unable to pull himself out of the twisted sorrow.

Large swirling blackish-gray flames rolled above his limbs, brewing some extreme malice.

...

At the edge of the shattered pit, vines once again pierced through the Scarlet Witch's already tattered body, and with her last remaining will, she struggled to tell Milo her final plans.

"The effects of time on the scarlet hue are more noticeable than I imagined..."

“I understand…you can’t draw fear from the already mad Old Ones, but He is different. He is protected by another Outer God, and the Blood Moon cannot affect His will, so…so He can be called the source of the power of fear…”

“But the scarlet is too severely damaged… I thought I could use this last bit of strength to carve a gap of fear in His will, so that I could hand over the source of fear that I had found to you… I’m sorry, child… It’s ridiculous that you kept talking about atonement, but in the end you couldn’t achieve it.”

"The curse will soon completely take over my will, you'd better..."

The Scarlet Witch's hoarse voice was gradually weakening.

Instead, there were sounds of vines crisscrossing and rubbing together, as well as some constantly changing, unfamiliar voices.

...

"I know, I'll take care of you as soon as possible, you don't need to worry about the rest."

With Rebecca supporting him the whole time, Milo said these words very seriously, which sounded somewhat cold-blooded.

But this was a consensus he and the Scarlet Witch had already reached.

Milo desperately wanted to peel away the corrupted Holy Communion curse from his body; this half-dead state was driving him almost insane.

...

"OK, OK! Get moving, guys. Stop playing dead and clear some space for the main character."

Yan, standing atop a boulder several meters high, stood with his hands on his hips, directing the Chaos Visors to get to work.

Neither the law enforcement team nor the people at Silver Twilight Hut were really willing to follow the orders of this guy who wasn't wearing pants.

Fortunately, there were some bright spots in the team.

For example, Ronnie, who had just lost an arm, immediately cast a fist-sized fireball of magic to forcibly dry the wound and stop the bleeding. He then hopped and skipped out of the rubble, shouting at lightning speed:

“That’s right, listen to him. We need to retreat a distance, and it would be best if we could draw enemy fire. That’s the Canamagos Will. Once activated, it will summon the will of Quache Utaus. It will grant the summoner eternal life and allow them to kill the previous summoner. That’s the only way to kill that witch. Do you understand? We must ensure that this summoning ritual proceeds smoothly and is not interrupted.”

Only this loyal cult member would be so frantically doing meaningless science popularization at this critical juncture.

But what he said was indeed the truth.

The will was Milo's final means of countermeasure left to the Scarlet Witch, or rather, it was left to Milo by the Scarlet Witch.

In short, everything is ready now, and all that's needed is for some "simple coordination" on the spot.

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"Before those maddened Old Ones get too close, your enforcement team should protect Uncle Blacksmith as he evacuates. Children of the Silver Twilight Holy Light Association, please follow the will of the Shadow with me, and witness the Shadow's immortality together!"

Lonnie has taken the cult's inflammatory tactics to the extreme, instantly stirring up a somewhat morbid and twisted team atmosphere.

While Rebecca was busy holding Milo and refusing to let go, Ronnie transformed into the supreme commander on the spot.

With the High Priest of Silver Twilight dying at the start of the game, and Ronnie also losing an arm, from the cultist's perspective, he is somewhat similar to our Lord, and his orders carry great weight at this moment.

But not everyone is willing to listen.

For example, some members of the enforcement team muttered to themselves:

"If we all use that will to summon at the same time..."

Thus, for the first time, all members of both the enforcement team and the Silver Twilight Hut team reached a consensus—

"Shut up, Butch!"

……

With the team's coordination in place, Lonnie led everyone to meet the old firepower that was constantly spreading towards them.

The enforcement team moved even faster. Two or three people grabbed Kang and fled into the distance without saying a word, while the rest worked together to transport the chained weapon parts toward Milo's location.

Those Chaos Visionaries who survive to this point are generally quite skilled, and they have all benefited from the power bestowed by the Dripping Stone, making them a formidable fighting force.

But ultimately, someone still has to stop the favored one, right?

...

Rebecca: "I'll give it a try."

"You're kidding me. Just because you have red hair doesn't mean you can be his opponent." Yan jumped to the front and said to Milo:

"Although your witch didn't manage to unleash the fathead fish's fear, she certainly attracted a lot of resentment, which I can use, so don't worry."

At this point, the will had already been delivered to Milo, carried over by Wendigo.

It nuzzled Milo with its bald head, then turned and walked straight ahead.

...

Give me some time, it won't take too long.

Milo patted Rebecca, indicating that she could let go of her inhibitions.

He then picked up the weapon attachments and laid them out neatly on the flat ground, making sure he could read each rune in order.

Then he said to the three of them:

"Watch my eyes and act accordingly. When the time comes, everyone runs for their lives. Remember, don't get too close to me."

"Brother, your eyeballs are almost all gone, you don't have any eyesight left."

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(Ancient saying)
Milo didn't waste any more words with Yan.

He then began the ritual of summoning the will of Quache Utaus on the spot.

Ancient, obscure spell syllables emerged one by one from the depths of his broken throat.

Legend has it that after the summoning ritual of the Canamagos Testament begins, dust will rise from the earth. When that ancient will descends, the death it brings will annihilate all living things around it. Except for the summoner himself, all other nearby beings will turn into dust until the will of Quache Utaus finally departs. His footprints will be left on the dust, hence the name "Dust Walker".

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The incantation began to affect laws that ordinary people could not access.

To ensure he could recite all the ancient incantations accurately, Milo repeatedly cut his thigh with the sharp blade to maintain his composure.

Within his vision, Night Demon, who had once again spread his wings, Windranger, who was further unleashing his ancient bloodline, and the woman whose body was still glowing with embers, had already met the wrath of the Cataclysm.

However, he could no longer hear the roar of battle deep within that terrible storm.

As the incantation progressed, Milo began to feel an unseen force squeezing his spine and dissecting his soul.

Perhaps it was Quache Utaus who was examining this new summoner from another dimension.

Perhaps Milo's own will had weakened to the extreme.

But he couldn't and dared not pause even for a moment, because if he did, everything would be over.

He couldn't accept the death of anyone in front of him. He hadn't figured out what happened to Emma's tattered clothes in the valley, and he didn't know what Daisy had gone through in the Star Clock Tower...

He hasn't remembered his real name yet.

...

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Time is passing by, second by second.

The wrath of the woman known as the Calamity, the one favored by the emperor, was clearly beyond what Rebecca and the others could withstand.

It was like a dimensional reduction attack; the terrifying gap was revealed almost instantly.

One of the Night Demon's jet-black wings was instantly torn off, and the gray-black illusory flames were even able to ignite his Night Demon power, and were completely impossible to extinguish.

He was knocked down and got up several times, but the violent power belonging to the Night Demon that remained in his mind was instantly reduced to dust by the flames.

The gap this time is too big.

Yan didn't even have the chance to say anything nonsensical like he usually does.

His last remaining black wing was also devoured by the book in the hands of the Cataclysm.

Even the Wendigo, shrouded in frost and storm, couldn't stop its opponent in the slightest. The furball was completely burned off, turning into a ball of flesh, and finally into a bloody, rotten lump of flesh.

This may not be the most brutal and bloody scene since the start of the war, but it is certainly the scene where resistance is most futile.

They didn't expect to win this fight; they were simply trying to buy some time, nothing more.

However, the immeasurable gap coldly shattered the hope that had been so painstakingly rekindled.

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The calamity, its massive body bathed in dark flames, rolled in like a mountain.

Night Demon and Wendigo were still struggling with their last bit of willpower, and it was unclear who was dragging whom along. They were practically crushed all the way through, almost chewed up between boulders and ruins.

……

The good news is that there is enough time.

Furthermore, all the ancient incantations of the Canamagos Testament have been recited.

But Milo, the summoner, was kneeling there in a daze.

...

"No...no..."

His voice trembled uncontrollably for the first time.

"Something must have gone wrong."

After the complete incantation was recited, the sandstorm did not rise.

The will of the dust-treader was not manifested.

That feeling of being squeezed in one's soul vanished without a trace.

Instead, the terrifying sounds of the battlefield gradually became clearer in my ears.

The summoning ritual... failed.

...

This time, Milo was really panicked.

Because this is time that Yan and his team risked their lives for.

how come……

...

Click.

He suddenly grabbed the blade and stabbed himself hard in the thigh, forcing himself to calm down.

But this level of pain was meaningless to his body at this moment.

Milo looked up blankly.

He didn't know if he would have time to start over.

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The truth is, the colossal form of the Favored Scourge is already within reach.

Standing between Milo and the Scourge was Rebecca, carrying a musket.

Blood was gushing from many parts of her body, and she could barely stand, but she stubbornly held the gun, looking up at the ugly face of the disaster.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

"I have one bullet left to parry... I'll try again."

"At worst, we'll die together."

Rebecca's calmness at this moment is something even the gods of dreams cannot comprehend.

Just like a few years ago when she fearlessly engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the zombies, she remains the same ridiculously strong female law enforcement officer.

Even when Milo began to doubt himself, she remained steadfast in her belief.

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The black flames were already pressing in.

The black flames, which even the Night Demon couldn't withstand, charred Rebecca's blood-stained hair with just the high temperature released from a distance.

But the musket in her hand did not waver in the slightest; the flint at the end, marked with an old inscription, was already glowing red-hot, as was Rebecca's finger on the trigger.

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The power of fear within Milo was nearing its end; the hand that had grown from his severed arm had vanished, and the temple's curse was raging.

If, as the Scarlet Witch claims, he already has the solution in his hands, why is he so desperate?

The gods don't have to do anything; a single curse is enough to make those in the conscious world lose everything.

The story of so many people risking their lives to kill Milo's own guiding witch, only to fail in the end, sounds so ridiculous.

He didn't even get to fight a proper battle before he was completely exhausted.

This is the most unacceptable result.

and……

Those towering beams of light are so blinding...

And what about that predetermined fate...?

Something I can't believe no matter how many times I hear it.

Milo just couldn't understand it no matter how hard he racked his brains.

I might as well not waste the few brain cells I have left.

...

But there's still this problem—

Why is it that even fear has withered away, yet the curse lingers, unable to kill Milo...?

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"Ah……"

He lowered his head and groaned twice, but his blood had dried up, and what came out of Milo's mouth was more like sand.

"You know, usually in these desperate situations, there's always a flashback sequence, but I can't remember anything the hell, haha..."

After all, people who have forgotten their real names don't really have any memories left.

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Rebecca didn’t turn around.

She wasn't sure what state Milo was in at that moment, and all she could do was stand in front of him.

And the overwhelming black flames had already pressed down.

At that moment, several cute blue symbols suddenly appeared on the ruins in front of Milo.

The symbols seemed to possess human qualities, the bold ones dragging the timid ones along, emerging from the ground one after the other with slight hesitation.

Finally, it formed a very concise text on the ground.

That was advice, the advice that Milo had seen in the abyss.

The content of the advice was, as always, concise and economical.

"There are lovely people ahead"

...

Emma?

Milo paused for a moment.

He recognized the blue rune and the admonition; he had never before associated the Noscia equation with the admonition.

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In the distance, Yan, who was folded up with the back of his head resting on his buttocks, covered his forehead when he heard Milo's noise:
"How could you call out another woman's name when someone is risking their life for you...!"

……

The phrase "there are lovely people ahead" only flashed for a second before disappearing completely.

The red message that then appeared was – “CCD”.

Immediately following this, what flashed through Milo's mind was the Scarlet Witch's words: "Faith is the only thing that is truly immortal."

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"Save that last shot for later," Milo's voice came from behind Rebecca.

"No, try again! I can help you stall for a bit..."

She was extremely anxious.

Finally, I couldn't help but glance back out of the corner of my eye.

The ruins were empty; Milo was nowhere to be seen. The ground was covered with decaying limb fragments, like shattered ceramic pieces.

Then, suddenly, she could no longer feel the terrifying temperature emanating from the black flames...

...

When Rebecca anxiously looked back.

He then witnessed what could truly be described as a horrifying scene.

A clash between fire and darkness.

In that storm of dazzling, radiant power, Rebecca couldn't see Milo at all, but she was certain that Milo was one of them.

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The offspring of the Chaos, one of the Four Horsemen whom even the gods dared not linger, had the Cataclysm overturned on the spot!
Along with that enormous figure, His will and order were also overturned!

In the distance, Lonnie and his followers buried their heads in their hands and wept bitterly, having witnessed this magnificent scene.

That is the power that only life above the shadows can unleash.

...

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The oppressive aura emanating from the newly formed CCD spread from the battlefield all the way to the shadows of Nanwei City on the other side.

The valley was covered in blood.

This place is outside the sight of the gods, and also in the blind spot of the blood moon's gaze.

Just as described in Matti's painting, this is where Megaud was born.

He came from the abyss, crawling out from the abyss fissure behind Emma.

But before he could even breathe in the air of this clear world, his body was blown to pieces, scattered throughout the entire valley.

The horrific scene that Milo first glimpsed—those gruesome bits of flesh and blood—belonged to the Grim Reaper, Mego.

Emma rejected the arrival of the Son of Death in the most resolute way, but what was destroyed was only Mego's body.

The good news is that she is alright.

What was broken was just one of the clothes she had taken off beforehand.

Furthermore, the advice that Milo just saw was written by her own hand.

...

She sat weakly on the side of the valley, wearing an overcoat, her face frighteningly pale.

After sensing that strange yet familiar aura coming from the direction of the battlefield, my heart finally settled down.

She awkwardly adjusted the pistol, which was a bit too heavy for her, and replaced the magazine.

While changing, I asked:

"How should I address you? Enforcer? Or... Mr. Theon?"

...

In the darkest corner of the valley, a blurry figure can be seen leaning against the stone wall, silent.

Moreover, many Byaki shadows swept across the sky directly above the valley at high speed, circling back and forth and emitting unsettling hisses, as if vying to answer questions for their master.

After a long while, the person deep in the shadows finally spoke in response.

That was a deep, resonant voice, thick with the smell of smoke and alcohol.

"The way to address someone... I'll tell you after I figure it out myself."

It seems they were indeed smoking while talking.

...

Anyway, thank you.

Emma nodded sincerely to the figure in the shadows in gratitude.

If it weren't for Byakki appearing out of nowhere and pulling her into KEIM's high-speed field at the moment she pulled the trigger, Emma would have perished together with Mega's body.

...

The shadow in the darkness didn't respond immediately, but remained silent for a while before speaking:
“You used an equation, and they will soon find you by following the trail.”

"Them?" Emma finally managed to install the missile pods successfully.

“Yes, they’ve come to reclaim what belongs to their master,” the shadow replied.

The voice just fell.

The Byakkis above the valley seemed to be startled and scattered rapidly.

Then a pair of slightly worn and clumsy huge wings silently landed in the very center of the valley.

It carried no amazing light or shadow phenomena; it was simply a strange creature with a four-limbed body, its back bent as if carrying something heavy on its back—perhaps its wings, or perhaps the fleshy growth on its back. In any case, apart from its strange appearance, everything else about it seemed so simple and unadorned.

This is actually one of the two people who recently handcuffed the habitual conman Imnar from the Eternal Kingdom.

And now, He is rushing to the next location guided by His mission, arriving in Nanwei City.

...

It was probably at the moment He stood firm.

The man smoking silently in the shadows threw his cigarette butt to the ground, stomped it out, and slowly walked out.

His long robe swayed slightly with his steps, and a soft yellow glow, never before seen, was slowly flowing around him.

…………

"Hmm? The one in yellow..."

"Are you sure you want to stop me, Kakosa's guest?"

The strange wings seemed to be questioning the man in the shadows.

The man simply responded in a muffled voice:

"Well, I have some connection with their family, not much, but something."

...

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at the same time.

On the other side of the Crimson Mountains, in front of the Church of the Golden Rule.

The prayer square is now in ruins.

Beneath the ruins lay the blood and flesh of Dirasha and Monquia; both of them were no longer capable of fighting, with half their bodies buried in the rubble.

On the ground lay the crushed head of a hybrid, its eyeballs scattered everywhere, intertwined with coarse, long hair in the blood and foam. The original body was nowhere to be found, or rather, it was scattered all over the place…

The only one still standing in front of the church was the raven, who had been expelled many years ago when he was a student of the Monsians.

This scene may carry a subtle irony, and the faint smile on the raven's lips perhaps confirms this.

Even on the worst and bloodiest battlefields, Raven's dignified and reserved demeanor, stemming from his scholarly background, was not obscured by his disheveled state.

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"Come, child, let me taste the full power of that clock. This is your last chance."

The man in the square, whom the ravens considered their destined henchmen, had issued an ultimatum.

(End of this chapter)