Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 375 At the Church Gate
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Rick finally walked out of the opera house with his face covered.

If he had slowed down even a fraction of a second, the security guards would have had to carry him out and throw him out.

"I wish I hadn't come. Oh well."

He walked along the street in the pouring rain, holding an umbrella.

Rick not only failed to find any valuable clues or figure out who was playing tricks on him through his inner monologue, but he also made a fool of himself in front of thousands of viewers.

God knows what the audience below was thinking when he hung it on the chandelier in the hall.

The only thing I was thankful for on this trip was that I brought an umbrella, so I didn't get wet on the way back.

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On the street, Rick walked alone through the rain, dejectedly returning to the law enforcement office.

However, the sound of chains clanging still echoed in his mind...

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On the other side, Milo brought "Grund" onto the church bridge.

The silhouette of the Star Clock Tower was right in front of them, almost within reach, but Milo's horse stood still on the bridge, refusing to take another step forward no matter how much Milo whipped it.

"what the hell."

Milo could sense the horses' restlessness, but he had neither the mind nor the time to investigate. He could only abandon the horses and continue on foot in the rain, for Daisy's life was at stake and he couldn't afford to delay.

Of course, we still need to verbally criticize the teacher a couple of times:

"See? Even horses don't like your church."

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The rain intensified, relentlessly eroding the massive bridge piers.

Milo could even feel the resistance his boots created by the rainwater cascading down the bridge deck.

It's currently the rainy season in the Nanwei region, and Milo has lost count of how many pairs of his boots have gone stinky.

But as he got closer to the church's prayer square, Milo's attention began to shift from his wet boots to something else.

He saw something wriggling in the rain and mist where the canal led all the way to the bay.

In the open areas on the outskirts of the city, some sunlight still pierced through the thin gaps in the distant clouds, adding a touch of mystery to the rain curtain. The entire rain seemed to have become a curtain that reached straight to the sky, and the faint light behind it projected the shadow of the strange object that Milo had noticed onto the rain curtain.

That is……

An object so enormous it defies description.

It is not a projection of a building because it has no geometric outline, and it moves...

In those bloated clouds, Milo saw enormous, tentacle-like structures slowly crawling across the sea, their shadows even larger than the shadow of the Church Bridge, making the Star Clock Tower look like a pitifully small matchbox in comparison.

Milo thought he was seeing things.

But the cold rainwater trickled down his collar onto his back, as if reminding him that this was neither a dream nor an illusion.

What lies hidden behind the rain curtain on the distant horizon is real.

No, it doesn't need to hide itself at all.

For a moment, Milo felt as insignificant as a speck of dust.

It turns out that megalophobia is not unique to a particular group of people; those who claim not to have this symptom simply haven't encountered sufficiently large creatures yet.

Even Milo couldn't help but feel powerless and insignificant.

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"Hell..."

He had imagined the legendary Great Old Ones or Gods descending upon this world in any form, but when he faced the enormous shadow on the distant sea, Milo realized that the sense of oppression could not be measured by imagination.

...

"This is really something else."

Milo raised his hand and pressed it against the location of his carotid artery.

He found that his heart rate was only slightly accelerated, and that was not due to the power of the sense of crisis, but simply due to the tension caused by the sense of pressure coming from afar.

"It has no hostility...or, it disdains to be hostile towards me...is that a fair interpretation?"

Milo stared blankly at the scene in the rain in the distance.

But as the clouds piled up high, the last ray of sunlight was completely blocked, and the shadow of the enormous object on the sea was shrouded in darkness, becoming impossible to see.

When Milo came to his senses, all he could see was a blurry, continuous view of the sea and sky.

"That's it?..."

Milo wiped the rain off his face.

His mind was still reeling from the shock he had just experienced.

Although the sound of rain was pouring down all around him, the clearest sound he could hear was actually the beating of his own heart, a sound born of his near-death experience.

For a moment, he seemed to be able to sense the living creatures in the distant ocean.

But he dared not let that thought get too big, because both his innate biological alertness and his rational mind were telling him—never to attract the attention of that thing.

It's actually a good thing not to be the center of attention.

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In fact, after the rain had subsided, Milo couldn't help but wonder if what he had just witnessed had actually happened.

Maybe it's just an illusion... if it's real.

Such a large city as Nanwei couldn't possibly be seen by only him.

It's important to know that at that moment, Milo wasn't the only pedestrian on the Church Bridge.

But from beginning to end, only Milo stopped.

The Golden Rule believers who were walking in the rain did not notice anything unusual and just kept on their way.

To confirm again, Milo turned around and asked the passersby nearby:
"Gentlemen, did you see that just now...?"

However, Milo stopped halfway through his sentence.

He sensed that the atmosphere around him was somewhat eerie.

When he began to speak, the passersby all stopped in their tracks, politely waiting for Milo to finish.

No, to be more precise, everyone on the entire church bridge stopped.

They were like toys that had run their clockwork, frozen in their original motion, but all of them slowly turned their heads toward Milo.

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This time, Milo's heart finally started racing.

It is a familiar sense of crisis.

He wiped the rain from his face, then slowly pulled a crowbar from behind his waist, muttering to himself:

"Okay, I misspoke, not gentlemen."

...

Because at this moment, the faces of passersby on the Church Bridge, whether wearing raincoats or holding umbrellas, no longer resemble human beings.

What Milo saw was a group of wild beasts dressed in human clothing.

The skin on their faces appeared to have been peeled off, and their protruding fangs and long tongues proved that they were no longer human.

In a very short time, the clothing on these creatures began to be stretched and torn apart by the bulging skeletons, and bone spikes and sharp claws pierced through from under the raincoats.

Without exception, along with the raincoat, their original skin was also torn apart. In less than ten seconds, what was exposed under the rain was the clearly visible hideous flesh and blood, and even the tendons connecting the bones and joints were exposed to the air.

A foul stench permeated the air.

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At this time, the church bridge had been occupied by sinister and evil creatures.

This is the gateway to the holy site of the state religion, yet no gray-robed figures can be seen in the reflection of the church. The chimes of the Starry Bell Tower seem unable to reach here, and the view is crowded with wild beasts.

Surrounded by countless claws, stood Milo, wearing a tricorn hat.

He stood on the edge of the bridge abutment, twisted his wrist, and swung the crowbar in his hand twice.

These creatures were not unfamiliar to him; Milo had seen them once before, from the perspective of the undead victims in the Glenn town incident.

They are actually all products of humans becoming beasts.

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"hiss!!!"

As the first hoarse roar of a wild beast rang out.

A dozen or so menacing shadows, closest to Milo, tore through the rain and rushed toward him.

Milo mimicked the motion of swinging a baseball bat, then used a crowbar to smash open the head of the first beast that charged at him. He then stepped aside and used the straight, sharp end of the crowbar to pierce the head of another beast.

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Soon, the rainwater flowing on the bridge deck of the church was stained red with blood.

However, the encirclement formed by the wild beasts was not easily broken through; instead, it tightened up at an extremely fast pace.

In the center of the herd, the law enforcement officer, wielding a crowbar, was like the blade of a meat grinder, sending bones and bits of flesh flying everywhere from any beast within three meters of him.

The screams continued.

The smell of blood, however, made the beasts' frenzy even more radical.

The wild beasts squeezed to the perimeter of the encirclement even began to tear each other apart; some had already been disemboweled and devoured by their own kind.

They have abandoned the original memories of civilization in their minds and have completely fallen into depravity.

So Milo didn't hold back either; every strike meant a beast was torn to pieces.

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However, less than twenty seconds into the hunt...

The throng of beasts in front of Milo was crushed as if by some colossal creature, instantly turning into a pile of minced meat. A powerful gale raged, carrying rain and bits of animal flesh, crashing across the ground.

Even Milo could only awkwardly dodge it.

The herd of beasts was intimidated and dared not approach for a moment.

Because the gale tore a bloody path through their ranks.

After the storm subsided, the small figure that appeared in the center of the eye of the storm surprised Milo.

...

Of course, it was just a minor surprise.

What truly made him look like he'd seen a ghost was what the other person slowly turned their head and said to him:
"What are you standing there for? Go and take the medicine to that child on the clock tower."

(End of this chapter)