Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 982 Bring it to you
"Sorry I'm a little late."

Milo stroked the dragon girl's full head of white fur and subconsciously uttered this sentence.

The next second, Freya suddenly pushed him away with her hands, looking at him with a face full of astonishment.

Because in many of his previous dreams, Milo had never said such a thing; no, he hadn't even spoken much.

...

"Well, this is the reaction I expected."

He knew Freya had an unusually good temper, but anyone would feel a little resentful if they were stood up.

So even if Freya pushed him away and then punched him, Milo wouldn't be surprised.

However, Freya was taken aback by the real touch of the man in front of her.

She stood there stunned for a long time.

Milo then placed the broken horn he had picked up on Freya's head and gestured with it.

He noticed that Freya had changed a lot since they parted ways.

Freya, who had already awakened her ancient dragon bloodline, exhibited many ancient dragon characteristics, such as localized scales, bone spurs on her elbows, unique patterns on her skin, and her tail.

However, Freya did not have these characteristics at this time.

She had returned to the way she looked when they first met: tall with white hair and two dragon horns on her head, except that both of them were broken off.

It seems that the rule of the Spider God Atlak Nakya was to sublimate the bloodline of the ancient dragons in order to nurture His ideal world of stars.

When Freya went to the North Continent alone to face Atlak Nakya, she neither won nor lost; instead, she was directly "reclaimed".

Her power became part of the Narrow Stars, while her will was banished to the spiritual world of Atlak Nakya.

Now, Atlak Nakya's spiritual world has been incorporated into Milo and transformed into a real small world called Hyberril.

In some corner of Hibern, he found the dragon girl he had lost.

...

Freya reached out and patted Milo's face a few times to confirm whether the human in front of her was real.

Milo then pinched the smooth, scaleless skin on her arm and asked:

"Where are your scales? Can they turn back?"

Freya: "You have such a strong taste."

Milo: "And it has a tail too."

Freya: "Eww!"

Although her face was full of disgust, Freya still took the broken dragon horn from Milo and put it back on her head. Soon, the broken horn healed.

The next instant, tiny scales formed from frost appeared on her delicate face, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

The same crystal-like, lustrous patterns also appeared on other parts of her body.

Along with that, white wings formed from snowflakes spread out from its back, along with an exquisite dragon tail.

...

"hiss……"

Milo was just joking; he didn't expect Freya to actually be able to transform back into her half-dragon form.

Moreover, it is quite different from her appearance after awakening the ancient dragon bloodline. At that time, Freya's dragon features were more similar to the rocky texture of an ancient dragon.

What was before them seemed to have transformed into some kind of frost attribute, blending into the icy and snowy landscape of Hibern.

"nice."

Milo sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Freya: "Give it to me!"

The next second, the half-dragon's tail, swirling around the snowflakes, swept him up and pulled him into its embrace. Then, its icy wings closed tightly, completely enveloping the souls of both of them.

.........

Five days later in Hibern.

On the vast, frost-covered plain, Mabel and Byrne sat listlessly under a large tree.

They used thick snow to build a dwelling that resembled a doghouse, barely enough to shield them from the biting winds all around.

After Hibernil transformed from the spiritual world into a real microcosm, the rules here were in a constant "trial run" phase. The amazing thing was that even those in positions of power, like Mabel and Byrne, would feel hunger, cold, and exhaustion.

They had confirmed countless times that their power was still there, yet they were utterly powerless to stop the onslaught of the senses emanating from those in lower positions.

This caused them a lot of trouble.

Mabel's Star Magic faction has a "bad habit" of not wearing shoes. As a mage whose feet never touch the ground, not wearing shoes is not a big deal, but when the icy aura can penetrate all the power protection and touch the body, it will be terrible.

These past few days, she hasn't wanted to do anything except walk around the fire to warm herself.

The strange feeling of being both powerful and incredibly weak made her hate Milo intensely.

What the hell kind of world have you created?

...

As for Byrne, things were even worse.

Her armor could only protect against physical damage but not from freezing. On the first day after Milo left, she turned into a lump of iron. Mabel had to put her on a fire and roast her for several hours before she could move.

At this moment, Byrne could only obediently stay by the fire and be her teppanyaki grill.

Neither of them had any desire to continue searching for Milo on the ice plains for the time being.

...

"Has that guy always been such a jerk?"

Mabel curled up in a ball beside the fire, rubbing the soles of her feet.

Byrne didn't lift her helmet visor this time, but sat slumped by the fire in a relatively lazy posture. When she heard Mabel's question, she didn't answer immediately, but just moved her neck slightly, making a slight rubbing sound from her armor, which was a different kind of response.

But Mabel was clearly dissatisfied with this extremely perfunctory response, so she rubbed her toes even faster and asked again:

"I'm asking you a question, you lump of iron."

"not quite."

A muffled thud finally came from beneath Byrne's armor.

Mabel had expected there would be more to come, but after staring at the armor gleaming in the firelight for a long time without any further reaction from the armor, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

She had been suffering terribly these past few days. Outside it was freezing cold, but the guy beside her seemed even more heartless than the ice and snow. She could say ten things and he wouldn't even reply to one.

"Damn Shadow."

"Damn it."

The more Byrne showed a high degree of tolerance for shadows, the angrier Mabel became.

If she knew how Milo spent those days freezing to death, she'd probably be so angry she'd vomit blood on the spot.

...

……

In this world shrouded in frost, even time seems to slow down considerably.

It continued until the morning of the sixth day.

While Mabel and Byrne were fast asleep in the corner of the doghouse, the man and the dragon finally came knocking on their door.

Milo:

"Hmm... I almost forgot about the two of them."

Freya:
"Two more? Did Emma agree to this?"

(End of this chapter)