Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 402 A Warning from the Abyss

Milo did something incredibly arrogant.

He arrogantly instilled fear in those in positions of power by adopting the attitude and demeanor of someone in a subordinate position.

If the deity itself were to descend upon this place, then Milo's fate would be extremely dire.

Fortunately, this time he was only facing a wisp of will. Or perhaps, just a casual remark from that deity after noticing his entry into this world.

A human being deprived of the right to enter dreams defies the will of the gods and sneaks into the dream realm. When facing the will of the gods, he shows no reverence whatsoever and even has the arrogant idea of ​​biting them back.

To be honest, any other race would have been dead long ago, and even some of the lower-ranking ancient beings would probably have been skinned alive.

……

However, the reality is always much more complicated than imagined.

This is true for Milo.

The same applies to the one in the abyss.

Its attitude was undoubtedly to treat Milo as an invader, as the Old One it loathed most. However, it cannot be denied that Milo was also a human being, and he always remained within the scope of the human race.

The old man in the abyss has been friendly to humanity for thousands of years.

……

Milo just went a bit too far.

To reiterate, he has absolutely no sense of reverence.

Even when questioned by a powerful deity in the dream world, he made no attempt to hide the dissatisfaction in his tone.

"You shouldn't have entered this world."

This is a message from the old man in that abyss to Milo.

Without words or any form of energy transmission, this wisp of will entered Milo's heart directly.

Milo's response was very concise and clear:
"It's like I'm just taking a friend home, as if no one cares."

He didn't care about gods or anything like that. His previous experiences dealing with the Great Old Ones and Outer Gods had already proven that those in lower positions had no right to judge the good or evil of those in higher positions. Under unequal status, the concept of good and evil did not exist.

All those who appeared before Milo in this manner were considered evil gods by him, and all he could do was try his best to fight for a way to survive.

As for using obsequious pleading to win a momentary mercy from a superior, Milo basically doesn't consider such behavior.

Just like the non-existent standard of good and evil, neither ancient gods nor other gods possess empathy.

If the old man in the abyss had intended to punish Milo, this "wicked trespasser," from the very beginning, then no matter how much Milo pleaded, it would have been meaningless.

……

So even with that incredibly powerful will pressing down on him like a mountain, Milo did not retract his flamboyant fangs—his power of fear.

Even as he faced the enormous phantom in the sky, almost as large as half of the Enchanted Forest, Milo pulled out a crowbar from his waist.

A scorching red light began to emanate from the hideous crack on his forearm.

This was the most powerful fighting spirit he displayed after the night of the hunt; the long sleeves on his arms had all burned away, and billowing blue smoke drifted away.

Then, he made a move that might seem a bit strange to others.

The red-hot crowbar was tilted and driven into the ground by Milo.

The subtext of this action is probably known only to him and the Scarlet Witch in the entire universe, which is—at worst, it's a fight to the death, unleash the dogs.

After the night of the hunt, Milo and the Scarlet Witch had a series of in-depth discussions about the hounds.

Admittedly, the death of Yog Sothoth's avatar had an element of coincidence and luck, but it cannot be denied that the hound's pursuit was both a curse and Milo's last trump card. Although it had a sense of mutual destruction, it was at least the only thing he could use when facing those beings too powerful to fight.

Although Sothos's avatars would be enough for the hounds to enjoy for a long time, if Milo were pushed too far, he could still lure those guys out of the angular space.

Of course, the most crucial and difficult aspect of this suicidal tactic is how to create confusion between oneself and one's opponent at the right time.

Simply put, it's about making the deity before you commit the same basic mistake as the incarnation of Sothos—attempting to possess Milo's body.

……

However, Milo's actions did not attract the attention of the old man in the abyss.

What truly caught the other party's attention were the hideous cracks covering the skin of his two arms.

Those were the destructive marks left by Yog Sothos's blood.

When the figure in the abyss high above saw the cracks glowing with intense red light, a look of astonished humanity appeared in its azure pupils for the first time.

Clearly, the old man recognized the patterns.

It may have smelled the scent of those sinful bloodstains.

As Defoe of the Golden Rule Church said, the blood on Milo's body cannot be washed away.

……

"That blood... so you were the one..."

The old man's muttering voice slowly spread through the high sky.

It seemed to fall into a brief moment of contemplation.

Judging from the tone of the voice that entered Milo's mind, it seemed to know who Milo was.

For a fleeting moment, Milo sensed that the old man's hostility had lessened somewhat. But he didn't know the specific reason.

……

After a long while, Milo, who had grown somewhat impatient, finally heard the old man's voice again.

The other party coldly conveyed only one sentence, the words carrying a strong sense of command: "Leave. The gods of the Dreamland do not welcome you, nor does the established order."

"Tell me earlier!"

Milo didn't even consider the hidden meaning the other party was trying to convey; instead, he immediately bent down and pulled back the crowbar that was stuck diagonally in the ground.
"It almost killed me."

He carried the crowbar, cautiously watching the figure in the dark abyss high in the sky, and tried taking a step back.

Seeing that the other party did not intend to stop him, and that the Nightmares circling above the forest did not show any sign of swooping down, Milo quickened his pace of retreat.

But he kept his mind on high alert, trying to be as excited and defiant as possible, afraid that if he showed even a moment of cowardice, he would be completely swallowed up by the other party's will.

Because this wisp of will from the abyss before him did not have the many weak and inferior components that Yog-Sothoth had developed due to its fusion with humans, the will from the abyss was incomparably pure. This was the most powerful and purest wisp of will that Milo had ever faced.

It didn't even need to fully transform into a physical form for Milo to be driven to a desperate, life-or-death mentality.

This situation only exists when the difference in strength between the two sides is extremely large.

……

"slow."

A voice slowly entered Milo's mind.

It comes from that old man who dwells in the deep abyss high in the sky.

Milo seemed to have anticipated this situation. He stopped and looked up at the white-haired old man sitting on the seashell.

Although looking directly at the other person was as agonizing as looking at a dozen suns, and his vision began to blur into an unreal interplay of light and shadow after a few seconds, Milo persevered, risking blindness to maintain his composure.

Finally, after a dozen seconds of silence, the voice of the deity entered Milo's ears again.

"Do not touch what is buried beneath that place you came from, that sinful land."

……

"don't know."

Milo stated his feelings very frankly.

It wasn't that he didn't understand at all; he just felt that the other person should express their meaning in more accessible language, instead of leaving it as a riddle.

Soon, the old man's will resonated once more:

"You have entered the Dream Realm and come into the view of this law and order, so you should abide by the contract of this world."

"What contract?" Milo frowned.

"The gods and the ancients of the dream realm, including no race, shall arbitrarily defile anything beneath that sinful land!"

The voice that uttered those words was incredibly loud, like the ringing of a giant, dusty ancient bell, or like a blow to the head, making Milo feel like he was going to vomit blood.

But he still forced himself to swallow the mouthful of blood that had risen to his throat.

He opened his mouth to speak.

“I don’t know what’s beneath Nanwei City, and you don’t need to tell me.”

His teeth were already soaked with bright red blood.

Meanwhile, the abyss high in the sky began to slowly close, and countless Nightmares, hovering around, flapped their giant bat-like fleshy wings and rushed to squeeze into the abyss.

The old man's voice came again:
"All you need to know is that if what should have been buried were to be revealed prematurely, the gods would have no choice but to bury the entire world again at all costs. Civilization, all living beings, including you, would become part of it, waiting for the next era to arrive."

"Take care of yourself."

……

hum! ! !
After the storm.

Where in Milo's field of vision were the abyss, the nightmare, and the rolling limbs of the sea monster?

He found himself lying flat on the grass of the Enchanted Forest.

His body was covered with squirrel-like creatures with fleshy whiskers on their faces. The little guys seemed to think Milo was doomed and had even started gnawing on his fingers and ears.

"Blanching..."

Milo flipped himself up and kicked the Zugos that were wrapped around him into the bushes one by one like kicking a ball.

To his surprise, he couldn't tell whether his experience was real or just a hallucination.

After all, if he looked up now, he couldn't see the sky at all; the dense foliage of the oak trees completely obscured it.

And his body, which should have suffered severe damage, did not feel any discomfort at this moment.

All that remained was a strong feeling of palpitations.

And the last words the old man said.

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(End of this chapter)