Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 378 The Bewitching Power of Ancient Creatures
"You still don't understand..."

The counterfeiter looked at the genuine product with a hint of disappointment, regret, and pity in his eyes.

Its expression even seemed to have a hint of disappointment.

But Milo doesn't care about all that.

“I understand your mother’s golden tree.”

boom!
He fired a shot with his backhand.

Then Milo vanished from the spot in an instant.

He moved forward with incredible speed, almost chasing the trajectory of the bullet, and used the Bowie knife in his other hand to slice through the rain and aim for the opponent's neck.

The visual effect presented in the gray rain curtain is like this.

The rainwater burst open on the spot.

The person disappeared.

Sparks flew from the metal colliding, appearing a dozen meters away.

Then one of the figures appeared.

Another similar figure staggered out a dozen meters away, bursting into the rain with a light mist of blood.

If a third party were watching this fight, it would probably be impossible to tell who was who by the third second...

The two figures flashed past each other, changing positions multiple times in a very short period of time.

However, the imposters don't seem to have any intention of fighting to the bitter end.

To be precise, from the moment it first realized that Milo still retained its humanity, it had already lost interest in everything here.

Whoosh!
It staggered a few steps away, regaining its balance. Its body was now covered in wounds, almost a bloody mess, but it showed no sign of pain, nor did it seem to care much about its injuries. It simply shook its fingers.
"When you annihilated Sothos's will, I thought you understood... Order is just something imposed on this world by certain superiors; chaos is the essence. Everything you advocate and abide by is utterly meaningless. Law enforcers? Church? Royal family? Only by crushing all these rules and transcending them can you see the true meaning of the universe..."

"Wake up! You should have stopped being bound by the foolish rules of the human world a long time ago. You've long been qualified to stand above these rules, haven't you?"

"Why struggle for that inferior race? Your family and friends no longer deserve your love. Those despicable and weak individuals will eventually return to dust when the world collapses."

“From the moment you embarked on this path, you were destined to become one of us, but you are still unable to extricate yourself from the rules of this inferior civilization, which is truly disappointing.”

"Join our ranks. Chaos belongs to the rulers. When you truly understand how powerful the power of the diverse laws that naturally evolve under disorder is, you will understand my good intentions."

"If you're reluctant to give it up, perhaps you could first experience what it's like to be the master of civilization?"

"How is it? Are you interested?"

"Make this entire kingdom, no, this entire world, submit to you. Make those high and mighty creatures on the Star Clock Tower bow down and worship you. Make those arrogant nobles and royalty your playthings. This is ultimately a civilization destined to be annihilated in the universe. Before all these wonderful things are destroyed, indulge in desecrating them to your heart's content."

"It's not too late to destroy it completely once you're thoroughly tired of it."

"This is the power and authority of the Great Old Ones. Your power. You have demonstrated your value and ability as a Visionary. In fact, that piece of trash, Glagi, is not worthy of being compared to you. Our sequence needs fresh blood like yours."

“Think about it, Milo Valrocan.”

"Imagine that in some era long afterward, your name becomes a taboo in many civilizations, revered as a deity, and worshipped as God."

"I eagerly await that day."

……

Throughout the entire battle, the imposter Milo frantically dodged and fled, constantly spouting these pointless platitudes.

Its words seemed to possess a special kind of magic.

Almost every sentence conveyed to Milo was not just a few syllables, but could trigger some brief thoughts in his mind, or even create a moment of imagination.

This is the seduction from ancient beings.

Admittedly, there were a few moments when Milo did feel the sensation of trampling an entire civilization under his feet, that feeling of supreme power and dominance...

Of course, these were just a few fleeting moments.

After realizing the imposter's intentions, he no longer pondered or associated anything with the other party's words.

It sounds great, but after the order collapses, Milo will never become a ruler in its so-called sequence. To put it bluntly, he will just be trampled underfoot by the new order.

True chaos is not understood in this way at all.

……

"You should give lectures at the University of Michigan; people there will be eager to discuss these topics with you."

Milo slowed his pace and took a few steps in the rain, then suddenly sped up! He transformed into a blur and pounced on his opponent.

Whoosh! ! !
A bullet pierced through the rain curtain and hurtled toward its target.

At the same time, came the Boy's blade, gleaming with intense heat and hissing white smoke in the rain. *Snap!*

In less than two minutes, the imposter Milo's body was almost completely torn apart.

One of its arms was severed at the shoulder by Milo.

Blood was splattered on the bluestone pavement of the prayer square.

But what made Milo uncomfortable was that the guy abandoned the Bowie knife, grabbed his severed arm, and started to gnaw on it.

"@￥%@￥%%……&*（）￥"

Milo watched as the face that looked exactly like his own split open from the corner of its mouth to the base of its ears. Its jaw was almost completely dislocated, and countless sharp teeth, like sunflower petals, squeezed out of its gums. Like the blades of a blender, they shredded his severed arm, flesh and bone, and swallowed it down his throat.

The scene was extremely bloody and brutal.

Just looking at it, Milo felt waves of phantom pain in his arm.

However, from this moment on, the similarities between the other party and Milo began to fade, revealing its true nature.

Some broken, fibrous material swirled around the back of its head and the wounded areas on its body, resembling some kind of chaotic matter intertwined and constantly multiplying.

The fluffy material moved rhythmically in the air, its color constantly changing, but most of the time it appeared as a grayish-brown color in Milo's naked eye.

……

After swallowing its severed arm, it began to stagger backward.

His law enforcement uniform was already tattered and covered with knife marks and bullet holes, but the bloody wounds and tattered clothes and equipment had all been replaced by fluffy material.

It swayed in the heavy rain in a very strange, twisted posture, like a puppet with its strings cut.

The items on his body were like dried tree bark, peeling off piece by piece, falling to the ground, and melting in the rain.

……

It seemed to have realized that Milo was completely unmoved by its rules, almost unaffected.

So the emotions revealed in its distorted face were indeed a bit of loss and sadness, and of course, more of the helplessness after its evil plan failed.

And all these emotions eventually blend together and transform into the purest, most ferocious evil.

A smile appeared on his gaping mouth:

"If that's the case, then this will become a war..."

"Spirit Visionist... Ha... Spirit Visionist, you have no idea what kind of path you're on, do you?"

"The idea of ​​a psychic being is a joke. Once you acquire knowledge that doesn't belong to human civilization, you're no longer human. Classifying yourself as a special human individual who is different from others is just self-deception."

"Well, since it's unavoidable..."

"Let's take the lead in this wonderful match."

"Let's have a battle between Great Old Ones. I look forward to your performance."

"Milo Valrocan".

……

hum! ! !
As the other person finished speaking.

The next second, right before Milo's eyes, the figure draped in the tattered law enforcement officer's uniform vanished into nothingness.

In the heavy rain, only Milo's figure remained standing.

He was somewhat baffled as he watched the shadow creature vanish so abruptly.

From Milo's perspective, he didn't actually feel a strong sense of being bewitched or his thoughts were in disarray.

Perhaps in that instant, some power of rules did try to control his brain, but in Milo's view, all he saw and heard was a strange, unidentified creature with a handsome face talking a bunch of weird things in the rain, nothing more.

It's like this: your partner is using all their charms to seduce you in bed, but instead of getting an erection, you ask, confused, "What are you doing?"

That's roughly the situation.

……

Milo had considered chasing after him.

But as he came to his senses, he suddenly realized that the timing of the appearances of the beasts on the church bridge and the shadowy creatures in the prayer square was very coincidental, and it seemed that they were all there to prevent Milo from entering the church...

"Am I the one who got tricked?"

Milo shook his head, put away his revolver and Boy's knife, turned around and ran quickly across the Prayer Square, heading towards the Star Clock Tower.

(End of this chapter)