Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 832 Branches and Roots

"What exactly...did they do to you?"

Yan recognized Dillah.

Dillash quickly recognized himself through Yan's reflection in his eyes.

He glanced down at his right hand and the golden blessing power surging within him, and the confusion in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by clarity.

He clenched his fist lightly, and the rampant golden blessing made him feel a surge of vitality.

Many memories of another world that I had before falling asleep began to surface rapidly in my mind.

Scholars, believers, clerks, chief clerks, benefactors, defectors…

I recounted my experiences from each stage of the first half of my life.

All the shameful things he did for the church—disposing of and burying the bodies of victims, covering up the church's various crimes—until later, the power of blessing allowed him to act according to his own conscience and will. He even rebelled against the Golden Tree in unseen places, standing on the side of Milo and the Eye of Thinking, until the Blood Moon descended and he was defeated by Plague, one of the Four Favored Horsemen.

When he awoke again, Dirashau discovered that he not only possessed even greater power, but more importantly, his vision had become clearer, and he saw the history and true meaning of the Golden Blessing.

A sublime divinity was driving his soul, steadfastly carrying out the will of the Golden Law.

So Dillashau answered Yan's question:

"I'm not sure... but I feel fine."

...

"I told you to let her go." Yan moved closer to Dilaxiao again.

However, the other party calmly raised his right hand to signal Yan not to act rashly, and calmly explained:

"The Balrog is a life form that is not permitted by law, at least it should not exist in the Golden Kingdom. As for you, I can see the part of your power that belongs to an external deity. Your sins are deeper than hers."

Dillah Shaw's left hand was slowly exerting force.

The skin around Xiao Yan's throat began to crack, and the power of the Golden Blessing began to penetrate and disintegrate her body.

...

"But there's no rush."

Dillah Shaw suddenly changed the subject.

The left hand holding Xiao Yan also relaxed a little.

The strangulation force that had been tightening around her neck instantly loosened.

“The law is gentle, and the power I have been given has never been the executioner’s blade. Moreover, strictly speaking, this is outside the borders of the Golden Kingdom.”

"Hate towards evil creatures is the will inherent in the law, and I cannot confront it too much..."

Sizzle!!!

Who would have thought that Dirasha had just loosened the pressure in his palm a little, and before he could even finish speaking, Xiao Yan, who had just caught his breath, glared at him with deadly eyes.

Such a close distance.

A terrifying beam of light grazed Dillash's face.

However, it only caused some ripples and marks on the golden light that bathed his skin, without causing any substantial damage.

...

Yan had no choice but to charge forward forcefully, hoping to save Xiao Yan before Dila Shore flew into a rage.

However, after the burning marks on the other person's face faded, they maintained the same calm expression as before.

He stretched out his right hand toward the thick black mist sweeping in from the Night Demon.

The pure and flawless golden blessing power surged forth from the surrounding space, and the resulting torrent instantly cleansed away the Night Demon's black mist.

Although they weren't incompatible, Yan felt like he couldn't make any progress.

...

"You've gone too far."

Dillah's counterattack was more like shoving Yan away, completely different from the thunderous strike that came down from the sky when he had just woken up.

He slowly lowered his arm, watching the Night Demon's figure retreat into the forest, and spoke again:

"The task the Tree God gave me was not to kill. I think I was influenced by that kid's will. Colin woke me up for another reason."

"No... he shouldn't have woken me up."

Dillah Shaw muttered to himself.

From the very beginning, he was gradually receiving the messages of this era and slowly digesting them.

He suddenly turned to look at the full moon, his gaze shifting to the depths of the temple in the shade of the trees.

"He's still alive..."

"And so many familiar souls... they've all come. Fate truly doesn't spare anyone."

...

Click...

Suddenly, a crisp cracking sound came from the air behind and to the side of Dillah.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his left palm go empty.

The little fire demon that he had been holding in his hand simply vanished.

...

"Children of the Stone..."

He didn't even turn around, still muttering to himself thoughtfully.

He had seen everything that happened: someone had torn open a spatial rift and snatched Xiao Yan away from him using a short-distance jump.

Even the tense expression on the face of the half-living corpse coroner when he snatched Xiao Yan was noticed by Dila Shaw.

But Dirac did not stop it.

Because at that moment he was still immersed in that thought.

Reflecting on my own existence and the mission I bear.

...

Dirashau suddenly realized that he shouldn't waste his time on the descendants of demons, including the Night Demon power originating from the Outer Gods, which was nothing to fear. This was all the will imprinted in the law misleading him. In reality, the Demon War and the War of the Stars had already passed for millions of years.

The problem he must now confront is the survival of a nation without the guidance of the Golden Tree, and the unfulfilled faith in gold...

"Excuse me."

He sighed, no longer wanting to entangle with Yan, and once again transformed into a beam of light, rushing towards the shade of the trees.

...

……

This confrontation came too suddenly, and ended too abruptly.

Yan felt as if his body and mind had been caught off guard.

They hadn't even truly fought, but the coastline was already a scene of devastation. Dirasha's cold demeanor when he first appeared made Yan, at certain moments, genuinely feel that he was about to lose Xiao Yan…

...

"Take your little one back with you, don't be shy."

In the distance, Rick emerged from the shadows, placed the nearly lifeless Flame back into Yan's arms, and said:
“Strictly speaking, I’m not a doctor, but I can tell you for sure that her injuries are not serious.”

Yan caught the unconscious red-skinned girl:
"Thank you."

He pointed out that Rick was caught off guard by the sudden, sincere thanks and didn't know how to respond.

So I simply pretended not to hear it.

Yan's "sincere mode" lasted for less than a second before he reverted to his normal style.

He asked Rick:
"So, can your spatial portal open into the women's bathhouse?"

Rick thought seriously for three seconds, then asked Yan, "You know I'm a law enforcement officer, right?"

"Oh~"

The Night Demon suddenly realized.

Just as Yan was about to ramble on with some more pointless nonsense, he suddenly felt a slight tremor coming from deep within the earth's crust beneath his feet...

……

Meanwhile, in the shaded area, deep within the Temple of the Golden Law.

Dillashio arrived silently in front of the warm bed woven from vines and stone.

From the border to the temple, he silently observed everything along the way, both familiar and strange.

Including the woman before me, who had lost all vitality and was caught between life and death.

...

Perhaps it was the will of the Golden Law, or perhaps it was the divine nature of the tree at work, but as Dirasha gazed at Byrne's cold, lifeless, sunken profile on the warm bed, a hint of pity appeared in his eyes.

The "aborter" wept as he gazed at the corpse, a victim of the sharp blade of the law.

What a bizarre scene.

He lingered on the steps in front of the warm bed.

His gaze lingered for a few seconds on Byrne's bare, subtly gleaming instep, then he slowly frowned and remarked with a sigh:

"Poor child..."

"I haven't even had a chance to do anything wrong, yet I've already been abandoned by everyone."

...

As he spoke, Dirasha raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, a look of confusion on his face.

"Why should I cry? She's the child of the Golden Tree, not my child."

Am I a golden tree?

"Is it His incarnation...?"

He then fell into an endless cycle of self-recrimination.

Ultimately, the definition of self, when brought to the concrete choices of the real world, is how to deal with the sharp edge of the law before us.

If he is the will of the Golden Tree, then he should resurrect his own child.

If not, then he has to...

...

……

The Moonlit Clock Tower.

Daisy revealed the truth.

"The Golden Tree has always had its dual nature."

"Branches and roots, above-ground parts and underground parts, reflect light and darkness."

"It was He who tried to save the gods, and it was He who planted the Root Curse in half of the Scarlet Witch's body."

"The dualistic view of good and evil among deities has long been rejected by academia. Scholars believe that those in positions of power should be indifferent, but in fact, the Golden Tree is quite the opposite. It embodies both good and evil and has always perfectly maintained the balance, until it fell into the abyss..."

...

"Hmm... a split godhood?" The word popped into Milo's mind.

hum...

The ground began to tremble violently.

The attic floor of the Moonlit Clock Tower collapsed without any warning.

Milo carried Daisy and landed steadily on the ground.

Marshall, stepping on the Eye of Thinking, slammed onto the ground floor with a thud, then looked up at the window: "What's going on now?"

“His will is trying to return,” Daisy whispered in Milo’s ear, clutching his clothes tightly.

“It’s alright, I’ll keep a close eye on things this time, no one will be able to touch you.” Milo held Daisy in one arm and pulled out the crowbar hanging from his waist with the other.

“Brother should be keeping a close eye on her.” Daisy reached out and touched the petite Enid hanging on Milo’s body.

"This is the only chance for the lost gods to return to the Dreamland."

"I understand what you mean."

...

……

Under the shade.

The prison at the bottom of the temple.

The dark matter is spreading outwards.

This is the source of the earth's tremors.

With the seal of the blessed divine body gone, all the chaotic products that had been accumulating in the abyss for so long began to surge outward.

Evil spirits, worms, centipedes…

All the chaotic, abyssal life forms that were constantly changing shape rolled wildly past Colin.

Colin was trembling as he gazed at the deepest part of the abyss, where an ancient tree stood, hanging upside down.

The ancient tree had deep eyes and a mouth.

He is gazing at Colin.

They were telling him something...

(End of this chapter)