Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 225 It’s not over yet

This force field, appearing out of nowhere, crashed onto the canal like a falling meteorite.

The trajectory of the force field can be clearly seen through the dense rain curtain in the air. To be precise, it is more like a complete magnetic field. Many raindrops in the air are frozen, drawing clearly visible magnetic field lines, and the entire area covers the Confession Wharf.

The surface of the canal was dented by the force field.

Many cracks also appeared on the riverbanks on both sides, spreading outwards.

The collapsed bridge fell into the water.

The situation instantly spiraled out of control.

Even Investigator C, who released this massive force field, almost lost his footing and fell off the bridge platform. Fortunately, he managed to grab onto the exposed steel bars at the broken section of the bridge and escaped unharmed.

However, after the force field was released, the blood-stained tiles fell into the water due to the bridge's collapse.

……

Milo, however, was not so lucky.

The broken section of the bridge crashed into the water, and the resulting waves nearly capsized his small boat.

After rocking for a while and finally stabilizing the boat, Milo discovered that a crack had appeared inside the cabin, and river water was gurgling into the cabin through the crack, causing the entire boat to slowly sink.

"Fuck the golden tree."

Milo couldn't help but swear.

In the instant the force field dispersed, Milo felt as if an entire herd of bison had run over him. He could even hear cracking sounds coming from his joints, as if his whole body was about to fall apart at any moment.

He had no idea what that guy on the bridge platform, who called himself C, was up to.

But it must be admitted that what he created is quite powerful.

Even after the force field in the air completely dissipated, the violent impact continued to circulate underwater in the canal, which could be clearly seen from the surface of the water—the relentless, violent tremors.

As the person closest to the water's surface, Milo could even feel the vibrations transmitted as the force field collided back and forth beneath the surface.

Now Milo understood why the guy on the bridge had been urging him to leave quickly.

If it were any normal person facing the devastation of such a terrifying force field, even if they didn't suffer broken bones, at least several of their major arteries would rupture, which would essentially be tantamount to death.

But Milo held on.

The Scarlet Witch was indeed honest and trustworthy; Milo offered communion in exchange for a few mouthfuls of the witch's blood.

The blood not only suppressed the damage that the Spirit Vision was inflicting on his limbs and saved his soul from the brink of the abyss, but also greatly enhanced Milo's physical strength.

This can be seen from Milo's solo confrontation with the river full of undead.

A few months ago, the Shroud Man alone almost killed Milo and Rebecca, and they even had to sacrifice a law enforcement dog to escape in a sorry state.

But now, Milo has amassed enough power to be overwhelming.

This is why he dared to send the entire seven-person team underwater to locate the target creature; Milo had the confidence to do so.

He felt the most intense sense of crisis in the area near the Confession Dock, indicating that the old man from the Severn Valley was hiding nearby. The most direct and effective way to resolve this crisis was to take down the culprit.

Moreover, Milo could sense that the thing beneath his feet was even stronger than Ikm's.

To be precise, only the remains of the ancients of Ikham remain.

As the raven said, it was an old god that had decayed, lost its former divine glory, and was left with only pure bestiality.

It was simply an organ from an ancient person who hadn't quite died.

But the thing under your feet is different.

Not long ago, it communicated with Milo through Hodley.

This indicates that it is a thinking being, or at least complete and active. It is an ancient being that has survived countless ages, and regardless of its role in the lost ancient civilization—whether it was a ruler or a ruled—it is certainly more powerful than the one in the town of Ikham.

At least, the one in the town of Ikham can only create dreams for the members of his clan who have inherited his bloodline.

But this guy from Seven Valleys can indiscriminately cast dream pulls on all the innocent people around him, which is terrifying enough on its own.

Humans are like puppets in its presence, manipulated at will and posed in any way it desires.

In this situation, it can no longer be simply described as fear.

It should be called despair.

……

Of course, things are not yet hopeless, at least not for Milo.

"Damn it."

The ship is sinking.

The good news is that it seems the force field released by C has had some effect.

The people who had been walking towards the canal in a daze on both sides of the river seemed to have their dreams cut off. One by one, they lay down on the ground helplessly, and the whole street collapsed in one go.

Furthermore, the zombies in the river sank to the bottom and did not continue to climb onto Milo's boat.

"What kind of cutting-edge technology is this?"

Myloco had never seen such technology before.

I have never seen anything like this before, neither in my original world nor in this era where technology is relatively underdeveloped.

In Milo's mind, the thing Emma created was the most powerful weapon of mass destruction in the world.

But today he witnessed weapons from another special field.

Very strong.

And it's very effective.

……

Are you alright?

Investigator C, hanging from the side of the broken bridge, shouted loudly at Milo on the water.

"I feel a little nauseous," Milo said honestly.

"Thank God you're alright." After receiving confirmation from Milo, Investigator C made a prayer gesture to his chest, letting out a huge sigh of relief.

"Great."

He bent over, slowly crawled back onto the bridge platform, and then continued shouting to Milo:

"The crisis has been averted, Officer! You may return to shore now. Thank you for your help. I will record your heroic deeds in detail and report them to the capital!"

Investigator C, perhaps due to the excessive blood on his hands or exhaustion from using the magical tile, was kneeling on the bridge platform, leaning on the ground, his face extremely pale, almost indistinguishable from a living corpse underwater.

However, Milo, upon hearing C's voice, had no intention of going ashore.

He remained standing on the slowly sinking boat, refusing to leave.

Investigator C was puzzled by what he saw.

"Excuse me……"

He saw Milo press two fingers against the carotid artery in his neck, then shake his head:
"No, it's not over yet."

(End of this chapter)