Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 125 An Unnatural Dialogue

Just as they were about to leave Galid, something terrible still happened.

Milo watched as the fly on the back of his hand disappeared.

Just as he was about to remind Rebecca to keep an eye on herself, the scene before him became incredibly dark.

My body began to feel an icy chill and pain.

Milo found himself slumped against the wall in the corner of a dark room.

His body was completely rotten, his legs were broken at the knees, and many fungi spread from the gruesome tear in his flesh to the ground.

He has lost sight in one of his eyes.

……

He smelled the pungent odor of fermenting grains.

This appears to be an underground winery, with many sealed wooden barrels piled up around it.

Milo was unable to move; he couldn't even lift his head and could only turn his left eyeball to see what was in front of him.

Unlike previous instances of falling into the memories of the dead, this time Milo did not fully immerse himself in Karl's perspective.

He knew that his true self was on the train back to Nanwei City, and what he was seeing was Karl's perspective from his previous life.

This was a conscious fall.

……

Nero said that Karl's body was eventually found in an underground brewery.

This means he did not die in the underground caves of Icam. As for how Karl left, Milo has not yet obtained this part of the memory, and it is possible that Karl himself does not know how he escaped from the underground caves.

However, we cannot speculate; it is most likely the work of the raven.

Karl was in a much worse state than he was in the cave; he was practically on his deathbed.

Milo could feel that "his" breathing was very weak and could stop at any moment.

His torso and chest cavity were already pierced by dense mycelia, which had fully matured and absorbed all the essence from every inch of his flesh and blood.

This should have been Karl's last moment of lucidity before his death.

Milo could even clearly feel the decline of vitality in his limbs.

This near-death experience was something he had never felt before; it was like the last wick of a candle that was about to burn out, unable to withstand even the slightest breeze.

……

"He actually managed to wake up."

A familiar voice came from beneath the lights ahead.

Mylona's gradually dilating pupils suddenly narrowed.

Because that's the sound of a raven.

As several slow footsteps approached, Milo's view was then obscured by the shadow of a tall man.

The raven crouched down in front of him.

He was still wearing a mask. His deep blue eyes, set in sunken sockets, were unfathomable as he stared intently at Milo.

"You should have listened to me and done as I said, and you wouldn't be in this predicament now."

Raven's voice, muffled by the mask, sounded somewhat subdued.

He didn't get too close to Milo, but he wasn't afraid of Milo suddenly attacking, because he knew very well that Milo's body no longer had any muscle tissue to support him in making any movements, and even his limbs and joints had rotted away. The only thing that could still function was probably his brain.

"But it doesn't matter anymore. By this generation, the original bloodline of Icam has become extremely thin. The probability of creating a life form suitable for the Old God to take over through hybrid reproduction is very low. Some things are already predetermined, including the choices you made... It's all in vain. But my teacher's prophecy did instruct me to come to the town of Icam. He said there was an opportunity here that could help me see the world clearly, but I only found a decaying divine body... Could it be that I misunderstood?"

Raven was as eccentric as ever, his words sounding both like they were being spoken to Milo and like he was talking to himself, full of self-reflection and contemplation.

"Why?" Milo asked in a hoarse voice.

"What? Why?" Raven seemed very surprised that Milo could still speak in this state.

He took another step forward to make sure he could hear Milo's voice clearly.

"Why do you want to do this?" Milo asked again with difficulty.

"Didn't I already say that?" Raven shook its head.

"The Great Plague has blinded the eyes of those worldly people in the Church who are chasing fame and fortune. In the name of salvation, they have squandered the Church's savings accumulated over the long years. Blood healing has indeed saved many lives, but those filthy and ignorant people are not worthy of such expensive blood. The Contract Organization, a group of ignorant people who call themselves scholars, has caused the Church to lose the favor of the Old Gods. We need to regain the trust of the Old Gods, understand? I want to create a god! ... But recreating a divine body is too difficult. All the Old Ones have been worn away by various rules over the long years. The blood of the Old Gods is the only remaining miracle, yet they have squandered it all."

"Those fools in the Contract Organization think they've saved this nation, but they don't understand that the human body is no match for the noble blood of the gods. They've even forgotten the Church's maxims and the most basic reverence. Blood healing helped humanity escape the plague, but compared to the real calamity brought about by this blasphemous act, the plague is nothing. They will pay the price."

"Damn idiots! Their shallow understanding makes it impossible for them to comprehend the teacher's advice. Damn it... damn it!!"

……

“Blood healing... So you desperately want to create the bodies of the Old Gods because the Church has used up all the blood of the Old Gods?” Milo tried with great difficulty to understand Raven’s words.

“At first, yes.” Raven sneered. “But the teacher foresaw the calamity that the Blood Healing Technique would bring. In that apocalypse, only the power of the Old Gods could save everything. Unfortunately… I always thought you could keep up with my thinking. Perhaps one day in the future, you and I could become the true saviors. But in the end, you still couldn’t let go of those outdated worldly ethics. You should know that under the truth, the lives of one or two people are not worth mentioning.”

"The aftereffects of blood healing, is there really a God in the church?" Milo was shocked.

A few months ago, Milo would have been completely unable to accept the concept of "God".

But after experiencing so many unbelievable things, he has gradually come to accept it. At least, he has to admit that there are things in this world that he could not understand with his original knowledge.

“What prophecy did your teacher leave behind? I am a dying man, let me die knowing why,” Milo said breathlessly.

“Even I cannot fully comprehend the teacher’s prophecy. He has left to pursue the visions he believed in.” Raven shook his head.

“Spiritual vision?” Milo caught the key word.

He had heard this word once from the Red Witch.

"The teacher pursued the doctrine of spiritual vision. He believed that it was no accident that humanity was able to become the master of this world today. He believed that there was something valuable about the seemingly simple human body. By improving spiritual vision, one could glimpse the knowledge of the old gods, understand their writings, and comprehend their language... The teacher's vision was higher than anyone else's. His theories were considered arrogant by the church contract organization because he attempted to understand the old gods instead of believing in them."

When Raven mentioned that "teacher," his eyes were filled with reverence and sorrow, and even his voice trembled slightly.

"But he was wrong. Human evolution only occupies a very short part of the long history. Humans can never reach the heights of the Old Gods. So-called spiritual vision is something even more ethereal than faith. The calamity brought about by the blood healing technique can only be averted by the power of the Old Gods. Humans are too ignorant." Raven said slowly.

“You don’t even know what true calamity is,” Milo said.

Raven chuckled: "Nobody knows, not even the teacher."

(End of this chapter)