Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 317 The Source of Fear
That's pretty good teamwork, isn't it?

The instant the canvas crashed down, obscuring the hybrid's vision, Milo's shadow had already rushed onto the deck, pressing down on the back of the machete with one hand and shoving the curved tip directly into the hybrid's chest.

bass!
A piercing sound rang out as the metal blade violently rubbed against the creature's sternum.

Milo moved with incredible speed, the blade in his hand piercing the hybrid's chest twice, almost like a sewing machine needle.

Before the hybrid's roar could even begin, Milo had already dragged the invisible Grasso off the deck.

"Go on your way."

Milo shoved Grasso, then faced the hybrid on the deck again with his blade in hand.

But Grasso, still in a state of shock, hadn't even taken two steps before Milo grabbed him again.

Because he realized that in the short time he had pulled Grasso away from the cargo ship, there were no more mixed-race figures on the deck.

"It's so fast..."

Milo held Grasso's arm with one hand and carried a machete in the other.

Although the hybrid's physique was much larger than before, its speed did not decrease at all; on the contrary, it became faster, which was something Milo had not expected.

Click...

Besides the shouts of union members coming from afar, there were some slight noises near the dock.

But at this moment, the moonlight in the sky was once again obscured by thick clouds, and Milo's field of vision instantly became dark.

The hybrid has already hidden itself in the darkness, waiting for its chance to strike.

However, Milo still accurately determined its location.

……

Crisis awareness is playing its role.

Milo's heart rate was much faster than usual, but it was still far less terrifying than when he encountered the Great Old Ones or gazed upon the Outer Gods.

But strangely, Milo also felt another heartbeat at this moment.

That was a sound beating faster than his own heartbeat; it didn't belong to Milo.

Moreover, Milo also sensed some complex emotions.

Anger, anxiety, and a hint of fear mixed in.

These emotions also do not belong to Milo, nor do they clearly originate from Grasso.

……

"Run that way."

Milo patted Grasso's hip, gesturing for her to leave the dock to the north, as he had pinpointed the hybrid's exact location.

Although it is not yet clear how this strange connection was established, it is certain that his uncontrollable dream-attracting ability inexplicably pulled the hybrid into a trance.

He can now roughly sense some information about hybrids, although he can't quite grasp it as clearly as Grasso, but it's enough.

The Scarlet Witch once said that dream induction is more like hypnosis than simply a way of acquiring information.

The ultimate goal should be to control those who are drawn to dreams, but Milo is not yet able to achieve this.

……

What he was curious about was why, out of so many people in Nanwei City, only Grasso and the hybrid were affected by his dream-attracting ability. What did the two have in common?
It seems not.

Milo shook his head.

Right now doesn't seem like the time to think about this kind of question.

He sensed a strong killing intent within his hybrid emotions, but he suppressed it, the specific reason for which Milo had no idea.

"What exactly does your old man want with you being sent to Nanwei City?"

Milo twirled his machete and walked step by step toward the cargo piled up on the dock.

The hybrids were hiding behind those boxes.

…“Anger? No…”

Milo muttered to himself.

“That must be fear… because Grasso’s first reaction upon seeing me was also fear…”

"So, is fear a factor that triggers dreams?"

Milo, who was steadily approaching the cargo area, suddenly stopped.

He reached out his hand toward the brethren hiding behind countless black wooden crates, his eyes slightly narrowed.

What is the source of the hybrids' fear of Milo?
That must be due to pain.

What was the most intense pain it had ever experienced?
Milo immediately had the answer in his mind.

He quickly recalled and reconstructed the battle in the desolate mountains of Ikham, where the hybrid was forcibly dragged into a trap prepared by Mogot. Its limbs were pierced by countless barbs in the trap, and when it fell to the bottom, a large animal trap connected by chains held it tightly.

That must have been the most severe injury ever suffered by a hybrid race.

The exoskeleton formed after the thick fluid that had condensed on the wound hardened, causing it to be permanently hunched over from then on.

This is a shadow deep within the heart of a hybrid.

……

The scene that Milo had just formed in his mind was instantly shattered by the countless goods piled up in front of him!

The hybrid's enormous, greyish-white, mantis-like body smashed through all the boxes and roared loudly at Milo.

The sound was incredibly eerie, like the sharpest sounds from the vocal cords of a dozen people emanating simultaneously, the sound waves even sending the damp sand on the ground flying and rolling in all directions.

……

"Anxious."

Despite the overwhelming stench emanating from the breath, Milo showed no fear; instead, a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"It's urgent. It's urgent."

Milo could sense the hybrid's restlessness; it was struggling and resisting the Dream's pull.

However, Milo has successfully captured the source of its inner fear, and it's only a matter of time before the hybrid is corrupted by the dream.

...

At this moment, Milo, in the dozens of pupils of the hybrid, was no longer a weak and powerless human; his face had transformed into the very thing that the hybrid feared most.

Just like the world seen through the eyes of humans whose sanity has been weakened, everything ordinary becomes ghostly. They will see their relatives as ugly evil spirits and imagine their lovers' faces covered with tentacles.

Fear is not an emotion unique to humans, especially since hybrids carry half human genes, something they cannot avoid or escape.

The hybrid roared at Milo.

However, it dared not move forward an inch, its huge claws frantically scraping the ground, its steps retreating as Milo approached.

……

At this moment, the sea breeze dispersed some of the clouds in the sky, and the moonlight shone down again.

Old Theon, who was holding a gun on a high point on a distant hillside, was finally able to see the situation on the dock once again.

...

"WTF?"

In old Theon's view, the cargo storage area at the dock was littered with fragments of containers.

A gigantic, ugly monster was being forced to retreat by a relatively small figure, a figure that belonged to Milo.

From Theon's perspective, you can see Milo's face directly.

At this moment, Milo's eyes were emitting a bluish-green light.

The light was incredibly eerie.

(End of this chapter)