Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 259 The Chaos of Hidden Movement

Investigator C left.

They seem to be in a hurry.

They even discarded the three old seals, leaving only a letter.

Milo didn't know exactly what had happened in the Seven Valleys, but it was easy to imagine that its severity far exceeded the importance of the three old seals.

He turned his head to look at the overcast sky outside the window.

"So what could it be..."

……

Most of the sunlight in the sky was obscured by thick, bloated clouds, and the gloom, like a byproduct of Nanwei City, lingered in this sky forever.

A thin shadow silently descended upon the plain below the church bridge.

Everything in the air seemed to freeze, including the damp moisture brought by the sea breeze from the southeast.

The sun above the clouds appeared dim and cold at that moment.

……

He emerged from an era of ruins and passed through painful conflicts.

The gale was his attendant, like a disgusting yet nimble shadow, swirling behind him, something that was both a hand and not a hand, manipulating him.

He was once a god admired by all, and in a certain era, everyone who saw him had to bow down and worship him. He was also a messenger in a chaotic society, revealing countless messages with strong charm and allure, and giving those primitive civilizations a sense of fantasy.

Pharaoh, artist, sphinx, soul and messenger of the gods...

He had held thousands of titles throughout history.

But no one knows his true face, or perhaps he was faceless to begin with.

The era he created, his embodiment, has been lost to the long river of time countless times, and there was also a being symbolizing "fire" that destroyed him.

……

And now, in the shadows, with a body that is both solid and semi-solid, and whipped about by the raging wind, this chaotic creeper has descended upon Nanwei City for the first time.

He carried nothing on his back, yet it seemed as if he were carrying the stars, or as if he were accompanied by countless believers in robes and veils, and by countless spires and high walls standing on the horizon.

Distance, time, mass—all the rules seem chaotic and distorted at this moment.

Even the faint sunlight filtering through the clouds was drawn into eerie vortices where the shadows passed, and irregularly overlapping ring-shaped totems bloomed in the light.

……

All the sins of the past are presented in a rolling manner.

But the shadow simply walked calmly across the grassy bank of the river.

He was savoring and feeling the emotions that remained in this land.

This is the location where the Great Old One, Glagi, was severely injured.

A weapon never before seen in the world pierced a hole in that arrogant, decaying body.

This is a disgrace to the rulers.

As for Shadow, the lingering pain and anger in this place could only elicit a smile from him.

He did not come for the sake of the corrupt rulers, nor did he carry the will of any god. People called him a messenger, but only he knew in his heart that no being could ever drive him to walk, whether demon or god.

The shadow walks only for itself.

He can see the truths that ordinary people cannot perceive.

This tranquil body of water may be nothing more than an unknown battlefield to the inhabitants of this world, but the cause and effect involved have long been laid out on the desks of those in power.

The exiled beings are waiting for the right opportunity, an opportunity to make a comeback.

As for Shadow, he didn't care whether the opportunity was real or whether it could be realized in the future.

He was more enjoying the sense of control he had for that moment.

Especially when countless burning eyes in the sky are watching, this playful pleasure is unprecedented.

"...A simple black elf, in order to protect its master, tore through the last veil of mist that blocked your view. Now the barrier has been completely broken, but unfortunately you can only watch. So just watch quietly."

The shadows strolled leisurely on the river.

His robes remained untouched by the muddy river water, and his footsteps did not stir up a single ripple.

It's like the God served by ignorant people in some distant world.

He can walk on water.

……

"Weapons, music, poetry... slaughter, mercy, humanity never tires me. Their creativity gives this world absolute vitality, a world that the ignorant ancients both despised and envied..."

"But they really did it, even though Gladki was just a pathetic mess."

"Perhaps the prophecy is true, and turmoil will begin in this era. But how can I be absent from such a time of chaos? It is unforgivable."

The sounds of shadows and the howling winds mingled together, impossible to catch or hear.

His blood-red eyes, split into three pieces, gazed at the river that the Nanwei people considered the source of their misfortune, and he remembered the smell of gunpowder permeating the air.

Perhaps the creator of that weapon could be his assistant in this era.

As he himself said, the era of chaos could not be without his presence; he loved the roar of killing, and the birth and collapse of civilization.

In countless worlds where the past and future intersect, he has witnessed countless exceptionally talented yet tragically flawed humans, whose lifelong creations ultimately became objects for his desecration.

This is the sin of the Shadow, and also the purpose of his journey.

"What a wonderful aroma, mixed with the smell of the ruler's charred flesh and blood."

……

The melodious chimes of bells drifted slowly from the church's high bridge.

The conspicuous Star Clock Tower, surrounded by a faint and eerie blue light, overlooks the dark shadow on the riverbank.

That was the will to refuse from the church.

……

But from beginning to end, Shadow never once looked up at the high wall.

His steps never faltered.

Even though sharp warnings and hostility had already appeared, he sensed the cowardice in the tolling of the bell and couldn't help but scoff:
"A pathetic thing that has sealed itself off on a high bridge."

……

Shadow ignored that overwhelming will to refuse.

He remained completely undisturbed, just as all those who had tried to hinder him throughout the long years had done so; these futile struggles only excited and delighted him more.

Finally, the shadow approached the top of Nanwei City.

He searched for that weapon amidst the vast sea of people, searching for the creator of the most powerful killing method of this era.

He had long since forgotten the will of the church.

He gazed at the face of every person in this ancient city, sensing their joys and sorrows, and smelling their base and filthy souls.

Every living creature here will become a note in his flute melody in the future.

……

Except for that person, a soul that doesn't belong to this era.

Because he was so arrogant as to dare cast a glance at the Thousand-Faced Traveler...

...

at this time,

At the Chengnan Law Enforcement Office.

As Milo gazed at the horizon, he felt a strange chill.