Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 924 Twin Demons
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At the same time that Monqueya uttered those words.

Deep within the Golden Law Church, far away in the forgotten southern border.

Dillah Chau knelt before the upside-down golden tree sculpture.

He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the upper part of his sternum. There, a crystalline object emitting an eerie golden light was deeply embedded in his flesh and bones, and it was constantly sprouting fine golden threads that burrowed into Dillah's flesh and chest, causing the decaying golden tree totem hanging on his chest to sway.

The seeds of the golden tree are "planted" at the manubrium of the sternum, which happens to be the root of the hanging golden tree...

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This is the golden tree seed, the one that Monquia sent.

It truly gave Dillasho a new life.

A vibrant life force, distinct from both the visible and hidden aspects of the golden tree, is taking root and growing within him.

Dirashaw's identity is that of a divine servant, and it has always been so. He is a top-tier benefactor chosen by the Golden Tree. If he had been born in the Dreamland, he would most likely have been directly guided to the Golden Kingdom, become a member of the temple, and eventually grow to the level of Hastings.

But he was a person from the world of clarity, a land of faith that the Golden Tree had abandoned, not recognized by the true temple, because the Golden Law Temple, which had risen in the Dream Realm, was already a member of Mount Kadas, and even the Golden Tree had to abide by the order and rules set by the Kadas pantheon.

Apostates, deserters.

Dillah's original sin was that he received the golden tree's abundant blessings despite being "unqualified."

Everything he did became a series of crimes. Even if he hadn't sided with Milo against Joan Byrne that time, his status as an apostate would not have changed, because in the eyes of the temple, he had "stole" something that did not belong to him.

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But what cannot be denied is that his body is recognized by the Golden Tree.

Whether the Golden Tree represents the benevolent and holy side or the dark and mysterious side, they have both extended olive branches to Dirachoon.

The Golden Tree bestowed its blessing, and the Deep chose Dirasha as the divine vessel for its descent. As it turned out, Dirasha was indeed the chosen one... no, the chosen one of the Tree.

Even now, the golden tree seeds have chosen him without hesitation.

Kodila Shaw discovered the problem.

Unlike the deep, and unlike the blessing of the golden tree.

The former is a complete replacement of will, while the latter is a completely generous giving.

But the golden tree seed took Dirasha as its mother. It was merging with him, not only taking nutrients but also giving power, and implanting everything in the subconscious.

In Diracho's understanding, this seed could grow into the Holy Golden Tree or the Deep Golden Tree; it was somewhere in between.

The problem is that Dillash's body has already been tainted by the Darkness once.

Like his chest, his soul was no longer a blank sheet of paper, but a profound and mysterious shape.

Using this body as soil, the seed will eventually grow into the form of the Dark One, ultimately replacing... no, this time it won't be replacing... Dirasha had a premonition that when the seed truly sprouted and took shape, he himself would be the Dark One's true form.

This is fundamentally different from the time in the Golden Kingdom.

At that time, the will to devour and destroy will be his own intention, not something from the abyss driving him.

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……

Bang...

He drew a pair of daggers from his waist.

But the dagger slipped from his trembling hand and fell to the ground.

For the first time, Diracio experienced what it meant to "fight against one's own will."

In the days since he awoke, memories of the past have gradually resurfaced. As time has passed and the golden tree seed has taken deeper root in his chest, Dirashau has finally remembered everything, including the Blood Moon and everything he did in the Golden Kingdom under the control of the Dark One.

He wasn't sure if the golden tree seed would definitely grow into a Deep Golden Tree, but even if there was only a one percent chance, it had to be prevented.

laugh--

He picked up the dagger and made a cut around his chest where the golden tree seed had taken root. Blood flowed down the blade to the hilt, then to his forearm, and finally dripped from his elbow onto the stone slab on the ground.

And so, beneath the sculpture, De La Chaux cut the roots of the golden tree seed one by one, along with his own flesh and skin.

More and more golden roots were torn from the flesh and blood, and more and more blood appeared on the ground.

half an hour.

One hour.

An hour and a half...

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Bang.

The dagger slipped from his blood-stained hand once again.

At this point, his chest was a bloody mess.

He placed the golden tree seed, which radiated a dazzling golden light, under the sculpture of the upside-down golden tree.

Dillah staggered back a few steps, leaned against the stone pillar on the left side of the cathedral, and sat down wearily.

Having lost the golden tree seed, his vitality was slowly waning, nearing its end, but he did not fall into death as he had in the Golden Kingdom. He simply seemed to have aged considerably in an instant.

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He stared blankly at the ground, his eyes dull and indifferent.

Suddenly, Dillah Shaw turned his head slightly and asked:
Is it raining outside?

In the shadows of a corner of the empty cathedral apse, a match flickered. There seemed to be a person there; he calmly lit a cigarette, extinguished the match, and then answered:

"It didn't go down, you just have tinnitus."

"Is it because you're worried I won't do my job cleanly enough that you're here to keep an eye on things?" Dillash frowned when he smelled the smoke. "Smoking isn't allowed in the church."

"I don't need anyone to tell me what to do." The figure smoking in the corner slowly walked out and found a seat in the first row of the church.

This was a face even more delicate than the newly born Dillah, with an undeniable air of childishness. His skin was so fair and tender that he looked like a minor. His clothes were a little dirty, and his grayish-white, medium-length hair was somewhat messy.

On another stone pillar beam behind the white-haired boy, the shadow of a girl in red sat, her two bright red little feet swaying. In the dim shadows, her eyes gleamed with red fire.

This "white and red combination" naturally refers to Yan and Xiao Yan, the two demons of Nanwei City: the Night Demon and the Flame Demon.

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"Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots?" Dirasha glanced at the Night Demon, who was usually carefree but was now unusually calm.

"If necessary." Yan shrugged, took a deep drag of his cigarette, rested his hands on the back of his chair, and exhaled a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling.

"You can understand. Since I didn't go out with him, I at least have to make sure his hideout isn't destroyed for no reason."

“I understand.” Dillash moved his bloodied lips, then asked:
"Are there any more cigarettes?"

(End of this chapter)