Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 108 The fish is dead and the net is broken
"Chichi..."

Fungal caps began to bloom wildly on the headless corpse that had fallen, and the fungal stems emerged from the corpse's skin like slender snakes.

Milo, holding a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, stood beside the unconscious girl, never leaving her side.

From the darkness behind him came sinister noises, while directly in front of him lay the now irrational nourishment.

These madmen, their bodies covered in hideous fungi, had only the girl in their eyes at that moment.

Milo deliberately took two steps forward to make sure he wouldn't accidentally touch the child.

At this moment, another source of nourishment rushed up.

Milo showed no mercy, raising his elbow and slicing off half of his opponent's shoulder.

Humans become extremely vulnerable after being invaded by mycelium. Even jumping around a couple of times can cause large pieces of fungus to fall off their bodies, and the roots of these fungi are covered with large pieces of flesh and blood, let alone encountering a sharp blade.

laugh!
Fresh blood, tinged with fungal hyphae, sprayed all over Milo's face.

More tiny wrinkles instantly appeared on the skin covered in blood.

But Milo didn't care anymore; he was already infected with the hyphae, so a few more wouldn't make a difference.

He was not afraid to make contact with the other person.

After directly blocking the opponent's charging body, he shoved the gun barrel into the mouth of another charging enemy.

boom! !

The back of the opponent's head instantly exploded into a mist of blood and countless fragments of fungal hyphae.

Immediately afterwards, Milo slammed his knee into the man holding him, then fired another shot.

In the blink of an eye, he had already killed the three foes that had gone mad.

The last remaining man stood frozen in place, his eyes fixed on the girl lying on the ground behind Milo. Thick pus gushed from his mouth and nose as he muttered obsessively:

"She's waiting for me, hehe...waiting for me..."

boom! !

Milo didn't give the other man a chance to finish speaking before blowing his head open with a single shot.

At this point, all the other nourishment sources had been killed by Milo; he was the only one still alive…

……

The sound of ravens clapping and applauding came from afar:
"You are the most resistant to mycelial infection I have ever seen. Congratulations, you have killed all your competitors. Before you completely lose your ability to move, inject your semen into the body that carries the blood of the Old God. Give the Old God a chance to be reborn. She will make you a believer and take away all the mycelium on your body. This is the only way."

The raven stood leisurely in the darkness at a distance, talking.

Everyone had extinguished their torches, so Milo could only rely on his hearing to determine the other party's location. He raised his pistol in the general direction.

boom……

In the dim light came a muffled groan and the sound of someone falling to the ground.

But the raven's cry that followed proved that Milo's shot had missed:

"Why bother? Clinging to that pathetic humanity. You've waited all day, followed us here, just to gamble on this one sliver of hope. Now I've told you what to do: have intercourse with the person behind you, and the mycelium will naturally leave your body. Don't disappoint me..."

boom! ! !
Milo fired another shot.

Another person fell to the ground, shot, in the darkness ahead.

But it is still not a raven.

Nearly 70% of Milo's vision was blurry, and he now felt that his hearing was also starting to fail; he couldn't tell where the raven's voice was coming from at all.

“I have no reason to lie to you. Forget those pointless principles. I’ve done the same thing before. Only by offering up your share of the genes will she spare your life. Otherwise, you’ll just become food for her followers.”

“You have exceptional talent and intelligence, so why die unjustly here? Live on, and I will show you the true face of this world. Then you will naturally understand that all the humanity and ethics you cling to are worthless. I vouch for this in the name of the Monsieur School.”

boom!boom!
Click...

The chambers have been emptied.

Milo let his gun-wielding arm fall limply to his side.

His thoughts were in disarray.

He could feel something slowly taking over his control of his body, like the feeling of being extremely tired and about to fall asleep, and even the pain was beginning to fade away.

Milo is tired.

He stood there for a long time, but he wasn't considering whether or not to do what the raven had mentioned.

He was thinking about how to get the girl out of here without touching her.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on his face.

"Looks like I'm really about to die, actually thinking about something with zero success rate."

Milo muttered to himself as large amounts of blood and pus gushed from his mouth.

"I shouldn't have listened to that old bastard Nero and come to this godforsaken place to die..."

He heard eerie footsteps echoing continuously in the darkness behind him.

But after so much time had passed and nothing had been revealed, Milo simply stopped trying to distract himself.

He dropped the pistol and switched the blade from his left hand to his right.

At this moment, hundreds of guns were pointed at him, and Milo knew very well that Raven wanted him to complete the so-called ritual of sacrificing new life, so he would not allow his men to shoot him unless absolutely necessary.

"Then..."

Milo took a deep breath.

He ripped off his tie and used it to completely wrap around the knife handle and his right hand to prevent his festering hand from losing its grip on the knife.

Then he started running wildly in the darkness!
……

Since you dared to put out the fire, don't blame me for fighting to the death.

Milo's figure moved madly through the darkness like a ghost, and before anyone could react, he plunged into the crowd!

The knife he held was bound shut, and he relentlessly reaped the lives of Solomon and his men.

Gunshots, screams, and shouts filled the underground cavern.

The Solomons, who had been eyeing them menacingly, now realized that a mad dog, driven to the brink of despair, had begun to bite indiscriminately.

Moreover, the real problem lies in...

After Milo burst into the crowd, no one dared to stop him.

why?
Because he was covered in mycelium that had been developing for over ten hours. "Stay away from him!! Damn it!"

"what!!!!"

The wailing continued.

Milo transformed into a suicide bomb, completely disrupting Solomon's group.

The crowd groaned and surged toward the stone steps on the cliff.

But many unlucky souls were still left behind by Milo.

Those infected with the hyphae rolled and howled on the ground. A few ruthless individuals even went so far as to cut themselves, severing the flesh that had touched Milo.

……

Raven had planned to enjoy a visual feast today. This sacred ritual he had orchestrated was his last chance to bring life back to the corrupt Old Gods. If he could bring about the Old Gods' rebirth, he would become a great man in the school.

But he never expected that what was a visual feast would turn into a banquet.

More and more people infected with the mycelium were dragged into the darkness by pale hands. These were the followers of the Old God, her worshippers, hungry worshippers, beginning their feast...

"withdraw!"

"Get out of here!! Don't worry about them!"

The crowd was frantically retreating.

People kept slipping and falling off the stone steps on the cliff, their bodies shattered to pieces.

This bloody farce lasted a full ten minutes.

Milo killed them one by one, even those already infected with the mycelium, because he knew that those who became nourishment would soon turn their attention to the girl. They were all loyal followers of the raven and believed in everything the raven said.

Milo kept wielding his knife until he was too exhausted to swing it any longer.

He knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

Large swaths of mycelium had blocked his trachea, and at this moment, Milo's breathing sounded like a whistle, piercing and eerie.

……

The crowd had completely retreated to the cliffside steps, but they were still fleeing, eager to escape this cursed land.

Milo really wanted to stand up.

He had already completed the first step of his plan, and now all he needed to do was get the girl out of the cave to consider it a success.

how should I do it?

Should we wrap her in clothes?

No, mycelium can easily penetrate clothing.

Perhaps, just hanging her up with vines would prevent me from touching her...

……

Milo thought about it in a daze.

His thoughts were in complete disarray. He was so preoccupied with figuring out how not to touch her that he had initially intended to lead the girl out of the cave.

When he woke up from the feeling of suffocation.

He found the cave completely silent.

The eerie heartbeat was gone, as were the cries of the infected.

……

In the darkness ahead.

Milo saw a strange white shadow crouching beside the girl.

He desperately wanted to rub his eyes to get a clearer look at the white shadow, but when Milo raised his hand, he realized that his left eye socket was completely covered by mushrooms, and he couldn't touch his eyeball anymore...

Deep within the dim cave.

A short, strange figure lay prostrate beside the unconscious girl.

It is neither like nourishment nor like a pilgrim.

Because it was very agile, it hopped around the girl, carefully touching her twice. Each time it touched her, it would take a few steps back, and only after making sure the girl didn't react would it slowly approach again.

It seemed very curious...

……

"Stay away from her."

Milo, holding the blade, struggled to stand up.

However, he was already at his limit. Large areas of his limbs and organs had been occupied by mycelium, and his body was like a rusty machine that could no longer function.

……

Just before falling into a coma.

Milo heard the small white figure baring its teeth and hissing at him, as if warning him not to come closer.

He also saw mycelium growing wildly on the corpses around him.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but no worshippers came to eat him.

Because the fungi on other corpses grow much faster than those on Milo, they are more "favored".

The fungi on dozens of corpses bloomed simultaneously and began to grow wildly.

Milo didn't know how long his consciousness lasted.

All he remembered was that strange insects began to grow from some of the overgrown mushrooms, and those insects eventually turned into buzzing flies...

...

"So that's how the flies in Galid City came about..."

"Ah……"

"Wait, how did the flies get here?!"

A thunderclap suddenly flashed through Milo's dormant mind.

(End of this chapter)