Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 417 Playing

Chapter 417 Playing
"We'll talk about the future later."

Milo slowly withdrew his blood-stained hands and stood up straight.

He climbed out of the large pit in the ruins with slightly tired steps, pulled out a chair that wasn't completely damaged from the collapsed building next to him, slumped down, and stretched.

Milo knew he couldn't kill Imnal, at least not in the current situation.

There is no chance unless you risk everything and perish together.

But if that were the case, the gods would bury all of this.

Not worth the candle.

……

Imnal remains lying in the collapsed center of the ruins.

Despite having his head smashed, with a large piece of his skull missing and his exposed brain severely damaged, he even needed to raise one hand to support himself when he sat up to prevent his brain from falling off.

Half of its face was rotten.

However, its mouth can still function.

Its tone was calm, without the slightest hint of frustration or discouragement:
"You can't do this. The order of the universe will not allow a ruler like you to exist. They are just using you. Don't you understand?"

Imnal stared at Milo with his remaining half-eye and said, word by word:

"They brought you into this world, gave you all the emotional support you need—family, love, friendship—and made you the only ruler under the established order who retains humanity. You don't think this is the mercy of the gods, do you?"

Imnar looked up at the opera house's crumbling dome and sighed:
"They're keeping you like a dog, making you guard this world for them..."

……

Milo pulled a metal flask from his coat, unscrewed the cap, shook it slightly, and finding that this time it no longer contained sand, he took a large gulp, then glanced indifferently at Imnar's mangled body:
"Do you think I'd still believe your nonsense after all this?"

"makes sense."

Imnal smiled nonchalantly.

Then he struggled to his feet.

He patted the dust off his clothes.

At this moment, his face began to repair itself rapidly. His broken bones and flesh regrowed and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The crackling sound of bones wriggling could be heard from his body, and his broken limbs were restored.

It seemed to know that Milo had no intention of killing it at this moment, so it was fearless:
"We can play this game of hide-and-seek for a very, very long time."

But Milo shook his head.

"Are you sure you don't want to reveal what's buried underground in Nanwei City?"

"Ha ha……"

Imnal laughed out loud, clearly delighted.

"You really are a guy with no sense of respect. You already knew about the contract, yet you still dared to have wicked thoughts."

"So, he's not going to say anything more," Milo muttered.

“You should ask the Golden Law Church about this, ask the Golden Tree.” Imnar’s face revealed a sly smile.

At this moment, not only has its body been fully restored, but even its tattered dress has been shaken clean of all dust and bloodstains, looking brand new.

It calmly straightened its bow tie, squinted at Milo, and continued:

"Your state religion, that golden tree, carries the remnants of the previous era. Yes, it is an era that has been buried, a once incomparably glorious civilization."

Milo remained outwardly calm, but a slight ripple had begun to stir within him.

Although the old man from the abyss encountered in the dream world had made it clear that the contract existed, demonstrating the gods' indifference towards human civilization in the real world.

But Milo didn't expect that the agreement in the contract had already been fulfilled once.

In the previous era, before the birth of this civilization, there was a civilization that was buried because it dabbled in forbidden things underground.

This inference also corresponds to the origin of the church.

The church originated from an ancient scholarly system. Long before it became the state religion five years ago, it had existed for many years as a scholarly organization. These scholars, who led the most cutting-edge academic systems of the era, had in-depth research in almost all fields. During one of their archaeological expeditions, they discovered something that did not belong to this civilization.

That was the buried era of the past.

Through those remnants, they thus acquired knowledge beyond the level of this civilization.

This makes it easier to understand why the church holds such a humble attitude towards the Old Ones and Outer Gods, who are beyond human control.

Just as the golden rule says—

“We are born of the blood of the Old Gods, we are made by the blood of the Old Gods, and we die by the blood of the Old Gods. Our vision is not broad enough, and we fear the blood of the Old Gods.”

The Golden Law teaches believers to have awe and fear of all transcendent beings above the hierarchy, and even to consider themselves servants of God.

Even for ancient beings like Geraci, who were despised by the gods, the Church dared not harbor the slightest thought of rebellion.

The Golden Doctrine, which had been criticized countless times by Milo, finally has an answer now.

Unlike the traditional religious theories used to control people's minds that Milo recalled, the Golden Rule never preaches about retribution in the afterlife, but only reminds people to be in awe.

why?
Because they discovered that buried era.

That was a civilization buried by the gods themselves...

...

And then there's the word "contract," which Milo had always found familiar.

What are the real names of the church's top leaders again?

"Contract organization".

An ancient prophecy circulates among them—a calamity that will eventually befall this era.

Everything seemed to correspond to the words of the gods of the dream realm.

……

Milo's thoughts were clearer and smoother than ever before.

But at the same time, I also felt a heavy pressure.

What lies buried beneath this land seems capable of terrifying even the gods…

...

“No Great Old One can resist that temptation, not even you. You may stand against me now without hesitation, but one day you will become one of us, Valrokan. It is destiny, and you cannot escape it.”

"My curse will always be with you, and my followers will be your enemies. Just wait for the turbulent times to come. We will meet again soon. I look forward to continuing our struggle in this world, because you dare not let the gods know about the situation here, right?"

Imnar, now holding a cane, walked steadily out of the deep pit of ruins, took out brand-new glasses from his pocket, put them on, and continued speaking to Milo:
“You saved this city, but you’ll have to save it countless times, I’m telling you.”

...

"Are you leaving already? You don't think I'm completely helpless against you, do you?"

Milo remained leisurely slumped in his seat.

He poked the direction of the stage with his finger.

"You treated me to some great shows before, so let me treat you to one now."

...

Milo snapped his fingers.

The crisp sound waves of the snap echoed through the shattered opera house.

Along with the ripples spreading outwards, so too did the power of fear.

Unconsciously, it seemed that many thin threads were pulling at the living people outside the opera house, and they, who were originally asleep, began to sway and get up.

When Milo picks up their deepest fears, the rules of the dream are already in effect.

The opera house's orchestra walked back to the opera house with their backs straight and their faces blank.

They walked back onto the stage in a line, bypassing the broken corridor.

...

Imnal did not rush to leave.

It watched the scene unfold with a smile. It was no stranger to the Dream Guide that Milo possessed, and without sensing any danger, it leisurely stopped and waited to see what Milo wanted to show it.

Imnar looked at Milo and asked with a smile:

"You're not planning to use these frail bodies to block my way, are you? They're just the lowest form of human beings."

However, Milo did not answer Imnal's question.

He snapped his fingers again.

The next second, the band members on stage returned to their respective posts, picked up their instruments, and played a strange piece of music.

The melody bore no resemblance whatsoever to any other era in this civilization.

The interplay of strings and wind instruments, with their rises and falls, and the connections between notes, seems to possess a captivating power.

Clearly, that music does not belong to the current human civilization.

……

Does this sound familiar?

Milo stared at Imnal, his words laced with mockery:

"From the land where the three suns rise..."