Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 129 Holy Communion
"I knew you could do it, I've always known! The Holy Communion! The flesh and blood of the ancient Great Old Ones, you've found it. I can smell its scent, that ancient scent. The long years haven't extinguished its vibrant power... Quickly! Give it to me. Give it to me and I can provide you with guidance you can't even imagine. Your vision will be broadened like never before. Among all believers, you are the most promising one I've ever seen. Quickly... give it to me! I will eliminate your potential calamities."

The gaunt, distorted face beneath the red robe and hood trembled as he uttered these words.

She looked like some scumbag addicted to illegal drugs, desperately craving something.

Leaning on her cane, she twisted and dragged her broken body toward Milo, reaching out her thin, desiccated hand to him.

But Milo plopped down on the suitcase, resting his elbows on his knees, holding the revolver in a very lazy posture, his thumbs pulling the trigger mechanism at the front of the barrel.

Click.

The crisp sound of mechanical collisions made the witch's body tremble, halting her forward crawling.

Milo did not point the gun at the witch, but kept it in a normal, hanging position.

But the more casual his posture, the more obvious the threat he conveyed.

“Spy, you are trying to talk to me in a tough manner. Very well, this means you have understood and accepted what I have said. You have touched upon calamity.” The witch’s hoarse voice echoed in the dark alley.

She didn't seem to find Milo's behavior offensive or disrespectful at all, and even seemed somewhat pleased with herself.

“Before I decide whether to hand over the contents of the box to you, you have to answer a few questions for me,” Milo said calmly.

"It is the duty of the guide," the witch replied succinctly.

“Alright, let’s start with the clairvoyance you mentioned. I want to know why, why do I possess clairvoyance? As far as I know, before entering the Nightmare stage, I didn’t do anything strange, and I didn’t even come into contact with any religious rituals,” Milo asked.

"Possessing clairvoyance? No, clairvoyance is a trait possessed by all living beings, the difference lies only in its degree and quality. The higher the clairvoyance, the greater the chance of resonating with the ancients, thus enabling one to hear and understand their language and writing." The witch's voice trembled slightly: "The vast majority of humans spend their entire lives without ever touching the opportunity to gain clairvoyance, because the longer they are immersed in the existing knowledge system of human civilization, the narrower their thinking becomes, until the end of their lives when they suddenly realize it, but unfortunately, it is too late."

"Everyone has one?" Milo frowned slightly.

In his memory, there were indeed some renowned scientific research giants in history who immersed themselves in religious theology in their later years, ultimately earning the reputation of having lost their integrity in their old age.

Could it be that these people experienced clairvoyance in their later years?

“You don’t need to worry about when and where you triggered your spiritual vision. The important thing is that you have already improved your spiritual vision, even far beyond what your physical body can handle. All you need to do is seize this gift from heaven,” the witch continued.

“How do you explain the crime scenes I dreamed about during my nightmare phase?” Milo asked.

“Those who died were all faithful followers of the Golden Tree. What you saw and heard were the cries of these followers pleading with their superiors as they lay dying. This is the first stage you will face after your spiritual vision is enhanced. At that time, you will be able to receive the messages that should be delivered to your superiors, but these voices are just pointless noise to them, and you should choose to ignore them,” the witch replied.

Why did I never have similar dreams again?

“These sounds will only be noticed by you when they first appear, because that’s when they seem most abrupt. But after a certain period of time, your body and soul will learn to adapt to them and you will no longer be able to touch the dream. To you, they will just be pure dreams, and you will naturally forget their existence after you wake up,” the witch replied.

“Then comes the second stage—the Watcher.” Milo rubbed his temples, spread his hands, and asked, “I know that the so-called watcher ability comes from that ancient totem. If I understand correctly, it was my spiritual vision that allowed me to understand the meaning of the totem…”

"You're wrong. The ability to see into the dead doesn't come from totems. Totems are the writing systems used by the Ancients; they can be any writing system. Their purpose is merely to serve as a trigger to help you develop the next stage of your power. For the vast majority of the Ancients, reading through a human's life story is the most basic ability—something they can see with their naked eyes. Therefore, most individuals will possess the ability to see after their spiritual vision reaches the second stage. Of course, this is the general case; there are also exceptional cases where special mutations occur..."

“Is it because of the bloodline? I think you should know about the Church’s blood healing technique. They use blood from the Old Gods. That blood is my opportunity, right? Just like the case I encountered on this trip, some inheritors of ancient bloodlines hear mysterious whispers and thus do incomprehensible things.” Milo recalled his conversation with Raven in the underground distillery.

"It's different. What you described is merely a clumsy imitation of some ancient race's lifestyle by bloodline inheritors. It's something hidden in their blood. Their ancestors may be ancient enough, but they are not necessarily comparable to the Great Old Ones. No one knows what role their ancestors played in those unknown years." The witch refuted Milo's speculation, while mentioning blood healing: "As for the Church's blood healing, the real consequences have not yet shown their seeds. Hopefully, you can accumulate enough strength to survive that catastrophe before the calamity erupts."

Her view on blood healing was exactly the same as the prophecy of the teacher mentioned by the raven.

This surprised Milo greatly.

……

“Honorable spy, may I now partake of the Holy Communion? I have shown you all I need.” The witch said, trembling, pointing to the briefcase that was pressing down on Milo’s bottom.

"You don't really want to eat that thing, do you? Just so you know, it looks rather disgusting."

Milo got up and opened his briefcase.

Take out the metal lunchbox that belonged to Walker, open the lid, and push it in front of the Red Witch.

Inside the lunchbox lay that enormous, pale, yet eerie heart that never stopped beating.

The witch, like a ravenous wolf, grabbed the heart with both hands and bent down to devour it...

……

The chilling chewing sounds lingered for a long time in the dark alley.

The sounds of flesh being torn apart, the grinding of jaws, and swallowing evoke images of ferocious beasts feeding.

Milo stared in disbelief as the witch devoured flesh like a zombie.

Under his incredulous gaze, the decaying divine body from the depths of the earth's crust in the town of Ikham was devoured bite by bite.

Not even rotten residue remained.

……

Then, something strange happened.

The witch's face was covered by a scarlet hood the entire time, but the aged skin on her bare arms tightened slightly within seconds, the layers of loose skin seeming...

Milo wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the witch seemed a bit younger.

After swallowing the heart, the witch stretched out her wrist toward Milo and slowly sliced ​​down her wrist with the long nails on her other hand.

The fingernail cut the skin on the wrist.

Fresh blood began to ooze from the wound.

She beckoned to Milo and said, "This is the only thing I can offer in return. Drink it so that your body can withstand the increasingly powerful spiritual vision and avoid falling into the abyss."

(End of this chapter)