Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 391 The Master of the Great Old Ones
"I knew I'd picked the wrong person..."

“These are Geraki’s servants, something nobody wants…”

"How could there be an error? The calculation results definitely show..."

"Sigh..." (Confused)

"Perhaps I should try a different approach to find him."

"Like that psychic, they are all an uncontrolled part of the new world." (in a low voice)

"It's already begun~~ I can smell the ignorance of the deceived... Ah—I can't wait to see the look of astonishment on those arrogant faces~~~" (Twisting and trembling, excited)
"Outer gods, Old Gods, Great Old Ones... I hope your eyes bleed, I hope..."

"My Lord... Great Lord..."

“Engels, I am guilty… I have forgotten you, and I have forgotten myself. Please forgive my ignorance and cowardice. This land filled with fear, this furnace, will become your new cradle, your new abyss…”

(Excited, screaming)
……

Late at night, on the empty roof of the law enforcement office, Milo sat on the roof beam, holding Rick's notebook in his hand, recording everything he heard.

Before him stood Marshall, who was already possessed.

The spell worked; Marshall was repeating, with its cat-like mouth, the cry from Rick's mouth that belonged to Imnar's heart.

Whenever Marshall took a "halftime break," Milo would pick up the metal flask that was placed to the side and take a sip.

……

At this point, Marshall, who had been rambling incoherently for half an hour, yawned weakly and said to Milo:

"You'd better get some valuable information."

Milo's pen circled the location of "Engels Kolas" in the notebook several times, as if to emphasize it, then he looked up at Marshall and said:

"Finally, a name that's somewhat recognizable has appeared."

Unlike Imnar, a name that has never appeared in any historical documents or evil tomes, "Engel Korath" is a relatively "well-known" figure.

At least in Milo’s conception, it is not as elusive as Imnar.

Interestingly, it refers to "Engels" as its master.

The mystery surrounding the origin of Imnar, which had remained unsolved for so long and which even Imnar itself could not explain, was finally solved at this moment.

Imnar serves "Engels Kolas".

It serves this Outer God as an Old One.

Yes, Engel Korath, an Outer God from the Void.

In the memory space of the Outer God Glagi, which Milo had sealed away in his mind, he had once seen a glimpse of this god.

It has many names—

"God of the Void"

"The Dream of Death"

"Ultimate Malice"

...

It symbolizes emptiness, death, and the end; it is a deity that Gerald dared not look directly at.

In its understanding, any form of life is a mistake in the universe, and annihilation is the only principle it follows regarding living organisms.

Milo finally revealed a sinister smile.

He had a very strong feeling that this part of the spell was Imnar's biggest flaw.

From those initial few words, it's not hard to tell that Imnar deliberately created an opportunity for Milo to unleash his spell, that is, to have Marty appear before Milo at the right place and the right time, and then disappear...

Note this sentence: "As expected, they contacted the wrong person."

Clearly, the person it's looking for isn't Rick.

……

But so far, the biggest gain has been the name of the Outer God, "Engels."

Clearly, Imnar, through a series of clever arrangements and with Milo's help, regained his name through the Eye of Thinking.

Milo, through a small oversight and a minor mistake, gained another, even more important name in Imnar's memory after he regained his divinity.

This is a name with a traceable history, a name that has left its mark over the long years.

In short, if I can't find you, I can find your master.

……

"It seems to have calmed down."

Marshall sat upright, quietly waiting for the ramblings that might burst from its mouth at any moment, but more than ten minutes passed, and no will from Imnar appeared in its mind. "No more information is needed for now."

Milo shook his head.

He lightly tapped the name "Engels Kolas" on the notebook with the tip of his fingernail.

“I know of a book that contains some records about Engel Korath, and with the sealed memories in my head from some coward, I should be able to find some ways to counter it.”

"What classic text?" Marshall asked.

"I think it's called... The Nass Chronicles?"

Milo didn't really remember it either, as he had never come into contact with this book because it didn't belong to the Miskatonic University's collection, but to the Golden Law Church.

Milo's relationship with the church has never been particularly close, and the Star Tower is not the church's highest will. Derasha is even less qualified. Milo has no access to a series of church scriptures, which is one of the reasons why he has always been more inclined to the University of Michigan. At least in the field of knowledge and academics, the investigators are more open-minded.

……

Milo picked up the flask, tilted his head back, and took a sip.

But the next second, he started coughing and pounding his chest, spitting out mouthfuls of blackish-gray powder.

"What the hell?!"

He felt like he had taken a bite out of a wall and ended up with a mouthful of ash.

After turning the wine pot over, the dark gray powder flowed out from the spout like quicksand.

"Look, its fractal imitation rules are no longer just applicable to living things; they've even spread to inanimate objects. But clearly, this imitation and replacement is not stable. The branching and growth of tree branches depend on space, rivers depend on mountains, life depends on inherent conditions, and these inherent conditions change because of life. The infinite possibilities of fractals only exist in mathematical concepts. To perfectly replicate them in the real world, there are far too many orders that need to be broken..."

Milo gently rubbed the dark gray powder in his hand, muttering to himself:
“An infinite number of folds and splits, an infinite number of identical angles, can allow a single match to eventually achieve the complexity of a universe. However, Finn could only complete the first fractal of the match; he couldn't continue folding it the second time because that was the limit of his power. A match already divided into four equal parts was simply too short for him. The same limitation exists for Imnal. He may be countless times more powerful than Finn, but power ultimately has its limits. This is the limitation of the fractal rule, which is also the order. Breaking this order leads to what it calls absolute chaos…”

"But it is clear that it has not yet broken through the order... The instability of these things in the fractal world indicates that it does not yet have absolute control, including the letter with the wrong time, the whiskey that has turned to dust, and you, who are maintaining a clear will in the fractal world at this moment, and me."

Milo crushed the wine jug with a snap.

However, in the instant the flask's outer shell twisted, it suddenly turned into a puddle of clear water, which slipped through Milo's fingers.

"Look, even the types of matter are so unstable."

However, Marshall's words were a wake-up call for Milo:
"Its fractal world imitates even whiskey and flasks so poorly, how much of the content in the Nass Chronicle in the church do you think is consistent with the original text?"

"Hmm—that seems to make sense."

Milo glanced at Marshall: "Did you say that yourself, or did Imnar say it?"

"What do you think?" Marshall licked his paw and continued, "By the way, does this spell have any side effects? Is there a way to break the curse?"

“The side effect is that Imnar might become aware of your presence and you could be bewitched by him like Rick was. Of course, there is a way to break the curse, but I don’t want to do it for you right now,” Milo replied calmly.

"I fucking thank you for your honesty."

Marshall was the second-best warrior cat in his tribe in Ussack, but in this barren and dilapidated world, he was actually used as a tool cat by a visionary...

“Of course.” Milo waved his hand.

He then turned around and continued to ponder.

He now desperately needs to see the contents of the Nas Chronicle, which contains clues about Imnar's master, Engel Kolas.

The problem is that the church in the fractal world is no longer the church at this moment, and the chronicle in the church may just be a pile of mud.

……

"Can't you distinguish between falsehood and reality?" Marshall suddenly asked Milo. "In this world of fractals and imitations, can you tell what's real and what's fake?"

“It’s not about distinguishing, it’s about searching. Everything here—people, animals, buildings, even the air—is fake. You can’t see any trace of the real thing at all.” Milo shook his head and turned to look at the scattered lights of the city center outside the rooftop.

It looked much the same as Nanwei City at night, but it was a mimicry world, a fractal world, created by the fraudster Imnar.

……

"The real world has already fallen and is in an untouchable state, and everything in the fractal world is fake... Well, it seems that I will not be able to see the Nash Chronicle in either world."

Milo had a bit of a headache.

But at that moment, Marshall suddenly spoke up:

"Then perhaps we can place our hopes on another world besides the two known worlds."

……

"You mean the Dreamland? They have chronicles there too?" Milo narrowed his eyes, then thought for a moment, "Wait, didn't you say I've been stripped of my ability to dream?"

Marshall pricked up his ears:

“I also said that dreaming is just one way to enter the dream world.”

(End of this chapter)