Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 900 Indifference and Humanity

Rick sighed.

He had been going in and out of Nanwei City many times these days, but no one was willing to pay attention to his missionary plans.

Now, whenever their child comes home, Rebecca shows up carrying a sniper rifle.

This is probably the difference in treatment between migrant workers and their own people.

He was certain that if Milo hadn't returned, the main church of the Healing Church that he had set up would definitely have been torn down by those big-headed dolls from Oriba Island today, and given the nature of the Bloodborne Spirit Visionists, they might even have slaughtered the Zhar settlement.

...

However, now that Milo has returned, these problems no longer exist.

Rumble~~~
On the distant horizon, the child's parents are displaying their might.

Yes, that's right. They take the so-called corrupted incarnations of holy relics, beat them one by one until they're smashed to pieces.

Spiral black flames and intermittently appearing brilliant golden light shimmered in the air, and Milo skillfully wielded these seemingly incompatible forces.

Although he is still the highest Shadow among the Great Old Ones in his current life sequence, the forbidden powers he wields are all at the level of destroying gods.

He didn't even need to reach the so-called CCD level; Milo's Shadow Sequence was enough to kill a god.

This refers to the actual gods of Mount Kadas.

Therefore, the fate of these god hybrids, who were far weaker than the gods of Mount Kadas and died young, is self-evident.

...

The sniper rifle that Rebecca brought was ultimately not used.

Milo, alone, banged and clanged a crowbar across the horizon, scattering much of the celestial light in that area. Before long, the entire Auriba Island fleet of warships was scattered everywhere on the South Wind Sea, like shredded pieces of paper.

...

"Spare me! Spare my life! I will swear to serve you!"

"Great Shadow! Merciful Shadow! Do not crush my sacred relic, no..."

"I have gold! Gold as high as a mountain! And...and the finest wine! The best, the most beautiful woman! It's all for you, all of it!"

"Your Excellency Shadow, you may take over Oribar Island. Only this island in the South is worthy of you, and everything there is at your disposal."

"And...and Muta! From this day forward, Oriba Island and Muta will become your sacrificial sites. Tell us your needs, and we are willing to serve you and attend to you for life!"

...

Later, Milo discovered that the so-called corruption of these holy incarnations was actually the transformation from a giant baby who cried loudly after being beaten into a giant baby who knew how to kneel down and beg for mercy after being beaten.

These sacred incarnations, born as mere tools, possess little wisdom or humanity. In contrast, the living descendants of the gods are far more assertive.

It can't really be called toughness; rather, it's a kind of so-called sense of honor that's almost synonymous with stupidity.

After Milo killed half of the relic's incarnation and crippled the other half, this group of god descendants, who ate like fat pigs, not only showed no intention of submitting, but also started their verbal persuasion, trying to make Milo "realize his sins," and in a condescending way.

It's that kind of language that's half intimidation and half threat.

In their minds, their ancestors, the high gods of Mount Kadas, were the true rulers of this world and the creators of order. As their descendants, they should uphold this honor.

"Kneel down now and face the direction of Mount Kadas in the north to repent for your actions, and you will receive the forgiveness of the gods."

"Open the gates of the city of dreamers that you occupy, and offer half of your pure soul as a sacrifice for the joyful ritual."

"Take your followers to the island of Auriba to plead guilty, where our elders will carve the marks of your sins on your bodies. Regardless of age or gender, you must all voluntarily become our servants and serve us for a hundred years." "If you can please the great gods, perhaps you can obtain their forgiveness, and our forgiveness."

"Otherwise, when the day of divine wrath arrives, you and your humble people will suffer annihilation, and endless darkness will await you."

...

This grand speech was delivered arrogantly by a filthy elder, a descendant of the gods, standing on the deck of a half-sunken warship.

Milo once suspected that his Devouring Fear power might have secretly given these guys a special treat, devouring all their fear as well.

Because before this, he had already crushed fifteen sacred objects. Once the sacred objects were crushed, those incarnations became boundless water, dissipating and disappearing in this space, falling into a state of annihilation that was more desperate than death.

Just as the remaining incarnations of the sacred objects were kneeling in worship, the descendants of the gods jumped out.

...

Milo was at a loss for words.

Perhaps this is the magical power of faith? Or the sublime sense of honor from divine blood? What makes these pig-like creatures dare to face Milo?

No.

Milo shook his head.

He doesn't think so.

He still believed that these guys were simply stupid.

The descendants of the gods, apart from inheriting the strange appearance of the gods' faces, don't possess even a trace of other excellent genes.

They did not awaken the bloodline of the gods, but in doing so, they successfully avoided the fate of dying young. They were provided for by the entire Southern Territory as mortals, and then their minds were spoiled.

Well, that must be the case.

Milo couldn't think of any other more reasonable explanation.

Interestingly, Milo showed no anger whatsoever in the face of these strange hybrids of divine blood and their noisy, jarring shouts.

For a moment, he seemed to rediscover that absolute indifference of someone in a superior position.

It was as if he couldn't even understand the language spoken by the descendants of the gods on Oriba Island. No, that's not right. It wasn't that he couldn't understand it, but that he automatically filtered it out. He just felt like some lowly and weak livestock were whining in front of him.

However, this feeling only lasted for a moment.

Milo looked on with interest, stroking his chin.

At this moment, what he was thinking about had completely transcended this one-sided battle and reached a level that others could not keep up with.

For this reason, he even made a special trip to Oriba Island.

He wanted to see if there were any clues on the descendants of these gods that could help him further verify the so-called issues of indifference and humanity.

But the longer Milo looked at these fat, big-eared fellows, the more he felt that they were no different from the pigs in the Nanwei City slaughterhouse. The so-called bloodline and honor were worthless in the eyes of those in power.

...

At this point, Milo was in a state of self-contradiction.

His life order is constantly improving, and the humanity he absorbs is also constantly increasing. These two things should be going in opposite directions, but now they are side by side.

(End of this chapter)