Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 679 Breaking the situation
After the fog dissipated.

On that scorched earth that wasn't covered by lava, you can see...

Actually, there's no need to look. After the fog wall collapsed, the gods of the Dream Realm had already sensed the return of the avatar soul. What does that mean? It means that the avatar's physical form was shattered and was no longer sufficient to serve as a vessel for the soul.

This was true for all of the dozen or so incarnations.

As for the Four Horsemen, Scourge and Mask.

Their bodies were strung together in a twisted way, using the very halberd that belonged to the mask.

The Scourge's head was pierced through, passing right through the eye sockets, while the mask was riddled with holes from head to tail like a barbecue grill. Even the Scourge's Book of Flesh and Blood was not spared; it was hanging at the very end of the halberd.

And so this halberd, bearing the infamous title of one of the Four Horsemen, hung high in the sky, its ends piercing rifts in space, occasionally flashing with arcs of electricity.

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As for Milo, he was squatting in the center of the area where the old battlegrounds had once been.

The group of ancient beings caught in the fog wall seemed to have undergone some subtle change. They did not regain their sanity, because the order of the Blood Moon Celestial Voice was irreversible, but it seemed that something special had been added to that pure madness, like adding a drop of white ink to pure black ink.

The madness remains, but it no longer extends its claws to Milo.

In the very center of the "bustling" battlefield, Milo's figure appeared somewhat lonely.

His flesh and blood were slowly growing back, but some parts of the "damage" seemed irreparable. For example, the wound on his shoulder seemed to be frozen in the moment of being shattered. The cracks and fragments had detached from his torso, but they did not fly away. It seemed that not only his body was shattered, but also the space around him. So the two superimposed states were stuck there, like a blooming flower.

There are many similar wounds on his body.

He's still alive, but something's not right about him.

Each time, he was only a meter or two away from being caught in the aftershocks of the old battle, but Milo remained motionless.

He remained in that position, sitting on the ground holding the crowbar against the ground.

His shattered face didn't actually show any confusion or bewilderment. On the contrary, he was calm and composed, as if he were seriously thinking about something. His lips moved occasionally, as if he was whispering something, and he would nod slightly from time to time, and then shake his head.

Nobody knows who he's talking to...

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Rebecca tries to cross the area of ​​the old battleground to get to Milo's side.

Meanwhile, the cultists of the Silver Twilight Holy Light in the distance were cheering and jumping for joy on the battlefield, shouting in pain or laughing loudly. Some, like Lonnie William, even pointed at the two knights nailed to the void and cursed loudly, not even sparing the gods in the distant sky, hurling all sorts of foul language, as if venting something.

...

“A resonance truly occurred.”

This is the judgment of the gods.

At this moment, they had no time to care about Ronnie and the others who were jumping up and down in the distance, their eyes were all focused on Milo.

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The established laws of the universe do not allow for situations where the inferior overcomes the superior, because that would mean the existing order is overturned, similar to—physics no longer existing.

And the fact is, Milo did it.

That means he either broke free from the established laws of the universe, or he came into contact with something that could overturn those laws.

For example, the thing underground that was disturbed by the blood moon...

...

No one knows who he is talking to.

But with each opening and closing of his cracked lips, the gods tensed up a little more.

"Gentlemen, I think we have no other choice."

"It's like an interesting cycle; bystanders can never control the situation, only getting involved is the right approach."

"This is also an opportunity for us. We never know when the right time for His awakening will be. Perhaps it will be today? Don't you want to be the first to seize the ultimate secret of the laws of the universe...?"

"Even if you don't want to or dare not, you shouldn't let that brat get his hands on you, right? He's a blasphemous sinner."

This time, the wills of the gods were unusually calm, and there were almost no disagreements or disputes among the major temples, as if they had all made a decision.

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On the battlefield.

With Wendigo's help, Rebecca finally crossed the area inhabited by the Great Old Ones.

In fact, the two of them did not stop each other at all in the past.

That "resonance" between Milo and the things beneath the earth, to some extent, "educated" them in their frenzy. It was a very subtle and magical phenomenon, but it only went so far as to remain on the surface. After crossing the old battlefield, before Rebecca could even make a move, Wendigo, like a wronged child, buried his head in Milo's arms.

As for Milo, he merely patted Wendigo's bald head twice, his consciousness still largely immersed in the "resonance" exchange.

Rebecca also heard Milo making some low, guttural sounds—"Hmm...yes...but...yes..."

He remained in this state for several minutes.

At that moment, some dazzling, holy beams of light were projecting onto the ground from the distant horizon…

Milo finally looked up at Rebecca.

The first thing he said was:

"Time is running out."

The flesh on his face hadn't fully healed, so no matter what expression he made, it looked awkward.

"What do you mean..." Rebecca was still a little confused.

Milo had already pulled the Wendigo off his body and stuffed it into Rebecca's hand.

He continued calmly:
"I've finally figured things out. All the dream gods will descend soon. Oh, it seems they've already started descending one after another. Hmm, because I touched something I shouldn't have. But don't be afraid. They firmly believe that killing me will end this strange cycle. I mean, this resonance will end..."

As he spoke, he handed the unassuming, rusty crowbar to Rebecca and continued:

"But don't worry too much, I understand what you mean. I understand the implication of that pendant. Don't worry, I understand everything. The Scarlet Witch is right, I already have the solution in my hands."

"You want to stay with me? No, no, no, that's not a good idea. The gods aren't anything special, just some strange-looking old things... Listen, I've never been comfortable with scenes of life and death, and besides, we're not quite at that point yet."

"Find a way to survive, you know what I mean?"

"Don't look at me like that. You must have misunderstood something. This is not my last words. I have never had the mindset of sacrificing myself to save the world. You know that."

"And that crowbar, I'll come back to you for it later, so keep it safe."

"Actually, I've thought about it carefully. It might be difficult for you to understand it in a short time, but remember, it's best to..."

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The calmer, more rational, and more clearly Milo spoke, the redder Rebecca's eyes became...

This was the first time Milo had ever seen such a wronged expression on the face of the dignified Chief of Police.

It looked as if Milo was about to die.

Having grown accustomed to the tough-guy image of Rebecca from the past, Milo was even a little surprised to see her like this now.

"Was it my tone that was the problem? I sounded a bit too much like I was giving my last instructions, uh..."

Milo tried to change the subject, but he felt that if he said any more, he might see Rebecca crying.

That should be considered achieving some kind of special accomplishment...

Rebecca continued to stare intently at Milo without uttering a sound, her eyes visibly reddening.

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One was afraid that he wouldn't have enough time left to settle his affairs, but all he said was nonsense.

Another one is that there are so many things to say, but after holding it in for a long time, not a single word can be squeezed out.

These two oddballs, in the cracks of an old battlefield, held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes.

Even Emma, ​​who had arrived at the scene sometime earlier, couldn't stand it anymore.

It was Byakki who brought her here by developing the KEIM field.

And Emma just sat there with her legs crossed on Byakki's back, coldly observing the awkward and pretentious scene from the beginning.

...

She walked by and, quite casually and unfriendly, elbowed Rebecca.

But he very cleverly elbowed Rebecca into Milo's arms.

"Go get a room, you two."

Shaking his head and rubbing his elbows frantically behind his back, he cursed under his breath, "What the hell is that woman's waist made of? It's so hard..."

He stopped paying attention to Milo and Rebecca.

Emma walked straight to the pile of black ash belonging to Yan Huacheng, squatted down, and reached into the ashes to pull out a glittering, unorthodox, three-eight-sided crystal…

(End of this chapter)