Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 411 Shadow Sequence
"Bang!!!"

Between Milo and Imnal, an invisible turbulence rippled through the space, sweeping outwards like a tsunami.

A giant flower made of blood bloomed in the audience, but the layered petals only remained frozen for less than a second before scattering into blood foam, spraying like graffiti onto the floor, walls, and the green dome tens of meters high. The fiery scarlet red and the dark green of the dome at night created a strong color collision, adding an unreal feeling to the scene.

But it carries a stronger sense of cruelty.

because.

The exploding blood foam came from innocent civilians sleeping in the audience.

The shredded flesh that exploded in the front row of the audience sprayed onto the faces of people in the back rows, but they were so engrossed in their dream that they did not react at all. They remained seated, staring blankly at the stage in front of them, even though the performance had already stopped.

When ruler-level creatures engage in a battle, the destructive power and carnage they cause are unpredictable and unimaginable. Moreover, the two in the opera house at this moment are extremely skilled in combat, not the type like Glagi who only knows how to hide behind the scenes.

When the verbal battle ends and neither side emerges victorious, even the Great Old Ones will choose the most brutal and primitive means to resolve the issue: utter slaughter.

……

The terrifying turbulence destroyed all the candlelight in the opera house, and in the darkness, seven shadowy figures, barely visible to the naked eye, rushed out from the basement. Like ghosts, each of them grabbed two or three dazed "audience members" and ran wildly towards the nearest path away from the opera house. A few seconds later, they returned and repeated the same actions.

The group of seven knew that Milo could only focus on fighting Imnar at this moment. It would be unreasonable to ask him to be distracted by the lives of innocent people in such a game where the slightest mistake could lead to his death.

All they could do was minimize the losses caused by the fighting.

We'll save as many as we can.

However, as exiled shadows, they dared not get too close to the center of the battle.

There was a terrifying power that sent chills down their spines, like a giant meat grinder that had gone out of control. Even though they were dozens of meters apart, the seven members of the Shadows felt a sharp pain as if they were being cut by blades!

……

Imnal in a state of rage is extremely terrifying.

Milo has faced the profound depths of the Gragen body and confronted Yog-Sothoth, the mortal incarnation who is deadly to the touch. In the dream world, he has even personally experienced the immense pressure exerted by the so-called gods.

But unlike those battles with many limiting factors in the past, Imnal is a truly destructive one in the sequence of Great Old Ones. He is genuinely malevolent and has regained his godhood. He is currently at his peak and is the true embodiment of an evil god in the traditional sense.

The most crucial difference is that at this moment, Imnar's killing intent towards Milo was absolutely clear, without the slightest hint of disrespect!
……

The actions of the seven-man group did not go unnoticed by Imnar.

It simply disdained to interfere with the struggles of these creatures, which were as weak as ants.

Above the vast opera house hall, its body hangs suspended, surrounded by a large area of ​​eerie, fibrous material. These substances seem to have come alive, clinging to its surface and constantly changing. The most frequent feature is the repeating outline that is most common in fractal theory, constantly overlapping and replicating, like a vortex, like an eye, or like countless branching plant leaves.

At this moment, Imnar's face was no longer that of anyone in Nanwei City. On its face, which still maintained a human-shaped outline, appeared a single eye as deep and terrifying as a cave. Then, a patch of turbid skin between its upper and lower jaws split open and transformed into a structure resembling a mouth.

Its body has countless cracks.

Within those cracks, pupils of various colors were crowded together, and the edges of the limbs presented a bizarre state of constantly disintegrating and then reassembling.

The flocculent material condensed on its surface into a dark purple dress, with a bright red bow tie like lava inside the collar, and a corner of a dark green inner vest.

It seemed to mimic the gestures of a human gentleman, adjusting its bow tie with unparalleled elegance before slowly turning its gaze to Milo's figure amidst the ruins of the stands.

Its mouth, splitting open to its ears, uttered a phrase in an obscure and incomprehensible ancient language:

"Throughout my countless ages of depravity, I have been anticipating this day, not only for the blasphemy against those foolish gods, but also for the hunt."

"The gods have been in their positions for far too long; they have forgotten the chaotic order of the beginning, and surely, they have also forgotten how they themselves came to be gods..."

……

At the heart of the ruins.

Milo calmly removed his tattered shirt.

His hands were covered with hideous red cracks that extended down to his shoulders.

As Imnar uttered the ancient words, Milo calmly pulled the hammer off the revolver. As for Boy's blade, it had already broken off during the initial strike that pierced Imnar's palm.

He could sense that everything around him was on the verge of collapse.

The air, temperature, and even the force field are constantly changing and weakening.

A feeling of suffocation followed immediately.

Milo's skin began to swell and die, and large amounts of blood flowed from the ruptured wounds, swirling in the air like smoke in a windless state.

His vision began to blur, because even the light began to distort.

...

"The entire city is already mine, what more do you want to struggle for?"

"The real Nanwei City has already been established on another plane, and here, it is not just those lowly creatures that have fallen into slumber."

The countless gazes emanating from Imnar calmly fixed on Milo.

It revealed the real reason behind the series of terrible reactions in Milo.

From the moment it regained its divine status, the rules of imitation were no longer limited to the replication of living organisms, but rather to the destruction and reshaping of all lower-level rules.

Just as a person in the real world falls into slumber, only then can an identical personality emerge in the world of imitators. The same applies to various forms of energy such as force fields, light, and temperature, and even to all inanimate matter. When everything in the real world falls into slumber, only then can identical forms of energy, capable of deceiving the gods, emerge in the world of imitators.

This is the "replacement" power possessed within its divine nature.

……

When everything around Milo is stripped away, he will be completely isolated.

All that surrounded him was nothingness and chaos; his eyes could no longer provide his brain with a picture of his surroundings, because the light had ceased to exist.

Similarly, the disappearance of the force field caused his body, which had adapted to this air pressure, to begin to deteriorate, and his muscle tissue began to die vehemently.

The ruptured flesh was swallowed up by nothingness shortly after leaving the body.

...

It seems that this battle is nearing its end even before it has begun.

Imnar coldly gazed at Milo, who stood in the darkness at the very center of the ruins:

“I have said that witnessing the rise of a ruler is a very pleasant thing, but you are far from growing up. Once you break away from the order you are used to, you will wither away as quickly as a plant out of a greenhouse.”

……

However, Milo quickly responded to Imnal's assessment.

His voice rang in Imnar's ears.

"You've already said I'm the ruler, so why do you still think the existing order can kill me?"

...

A sudden, inexplicable sense of astonishment arose in Imnar's mind.

The simplest logic is that Milo is already in an absolute void environment, his limbs should be necrotic, and the sounds he makes with his flesh should not be able to be transmitted through any medium!
The only explanation is that he had already broken free from the constraints of those orders.

Just as his voice no longer needs the material of existing rules as a medium.

……

"Shadow!"

This is what Imnal saw.

Yes, at this moment it no longer sees just a human outline of flesh and blood.

"So you've already touched the Shadow Sequence!"

This term, used in human civilization as a euphemism for all sorts of indescribable evil creatures, is actually a very clear concept in higher realms of knowledge.

Simply put, it means that a living organism has broken free from the universe system it originally depended on and is no longer bound by the rules that originally supported its life.

To break free from the weak state of being able to exist only in a specific and narrow range of energy and matter, and to become a state that adapts to all kinds of infinite rules and orders, or even to the void where there are no rules.

This creature is the true shadow.

……

Milo announced his Shadow Sequence in the simplest way.

His voice, no longer needing any medium, could transcend the void and reach Imnar's heart.

...

"That's interesting."

Imnal recovered from his shock.

It increasingly felt the uniqueness of Milo.

The only way for any creature to ascend to the Shadow sequence is to bury the order it originally belonged to. This is the only way. Only by destroying and disrupting the original order of its environment, which is equivalent to burning one's boats and killing everything in the past, can one ascend to the Shadow.

But Milo clearly still retains his humanity; he is still making the futile struggles that only lower beings do, fighting for those insignificant orders and creatures. He has not killed everything from his past, but he has indeed ascended to the Shadow Order.

……

Now is just the beginning of the real show.

In the void, Mirona's originally swollen and shattered body has now been restored to its original state.

The cracks on his arms radiated a scorching red heat.

A year earlier, when he clashed with Yog Sothoth's projected avatar, Milo had already truly experienced the power of the Shadow for the first time. However, he was not annihilated in the chaotic order; his instincts began to learn in secret.

Perhaps it was due to the divine blood spilled by Sothos, or perhaps it was due to the Holy Communion sacrifice; Milo didn't know. In any case, at this moment, his gaze could easily pierce through the void and land on Imnar.

...

"Now it should be alright, the Dominator-level confrontation you've been waiting for."

(End of this chapter)