Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 445 Shadow
This is probably the case.

Milo didn't simply want to reveal the truth to Rebecca; this was just one of the "wins" he mentioned in his "killing two birds with one stone" strategy. As for the other win...

Just as Marshall described, they used Rebecca as bait to lure out the psychic hiding in some corner of Nanwei City.

Since he could defy Imnar's curse, or rather, his command, the next step was to see if he could suppress his desire for clairvoyance, especially since the clairvoyant exposed to his vision was in a helpless "infancy" stage, practically within his grasp.

……

"Are you sure this will really work? I mean, given that we're standing just a dozen meters apart staring at each other, if a psychic can still fall for this, I can only say that they're an absolute idiot."

"You mean we should lie down, like hiding in the bushes?"

"No, you're the only one who should be lying down. I don't need to. I'm just a cat."

"Ok."

"Wait a minute, what's the point of lying down? You're a Dominator-level monster, you're conspicuous even when you're lying down, okay?"

"Really? Try feeling it again..."

"call……"

A gust of wind blew across the hillside.

The slight chill caused even Marshall, whose body was covered in thick fur, to shiver.

It only heard the last words Milo uttered.

Turning around abruptly, I found that Milo was nowhere to be seen on the hillside.

From the cat's perspective, the surrounding weeds are quite tall, but not enough to completely block its view.

The truth is, Milo, who was squatting next to it chatting idly just a second ago, suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The hair on Marshall's back stood on end instantly, and a chill ran through his entire body for no apparent reason.

It looked down the hillside with a hint of worry at Rebecca, in front of Nero's tombstone.

Rebecca remained kneeling, still immersed in the undead's voyeuristic gaze.

Undeniably, the secrets Nero kept hidden held immense weight and significance for Rebecca. Marshall didn't know how Rebecca's heart would change after witnessing all of that. All it could do was ensure Rebecca's safety as much as possible during this fishing-like hunt, which was also its sole purpose in painstakingly returning from the dream world to the waking world.

As for Milo...

To be honest, for Marshall, Milo was the kind of person who became more and more unfamiliar the longer you spent time with him. This person was filled with all sorts of inexplicable content and contradictions. Even setting aside these objective elements, his behavior never followed any rules. Marshall simply couldn't guess what Milo's true purpose was deep down. He couldn't see through him at all.

……

Marshall crawled down from the grass, rested his chin on his two front paws, and struck a classic "cat ambush" pose.

It's too lazy to find out where Milo is hiding; it's only responsible for keeping an eye on Rebecca.

However, just as it was intently staring down the hillside, Milo's voice suddenly drifted back like a ghost:
"Look, the complete idiot you mentioned, he's here."

……

Although Marshall knew that Milo must have used some special means to hide his figure, the cat hair on his body stood on end when Milo suddenly whispered in his ear like that.

However, just as Milo said, there really were people approaching this hillside.

It was a silent shadow. When Marshall turned to look at the top of the hill, he saw the figure standing there all alone, almost blending into the surrounding night, as if it had been there long before Milo and the others arrived.

"Is it that psychic?"

Marshall revealed his claws.

But Milo's voice quickly reached its ears: "Wait a minute."

"What do you mean by 'wait a minute'?!"

Marshall was in a hurry.

It was ready to pounce at any moment. In the pitch-black environment, its pupils were dilated to the maximum, firmly locking onto the figure on the hillside.

Marshall appeared somewhat impatient in the face of Milo's intervention:

"Rebecca is using her clairvoyance to spy on the dead. What good could come over at a time like this?"

However, Milo simply tossed it one sentence:

"You don't need to worry about this person, just keep an eye on Rebecca. I'm the one who's fishing."

……

Marshall glared fiercely at the air beside it (because it couldn't find Milo's exact location), then trotted down the hillside and scurried to Rebecca's side, pacing back and forth, its eyes warily scanning all the shadows around it.

On the hillside.

Milo emerged from the darkness.

He was somewhat puzzled at that moment.

Because the person attracted by Rebecca's spiritual vision did not have the stench of a vampire, nor did he exhibit any spiritual vision fluctuations.

This is the main reason why he didn't kill the man immediately.

Based on previous deductions, the big fish that Milo had his eye on should have been Engel Korath's followers, visionaries, and vampires, but it's clear that the one who's taken the bait now isn't him.

and……

"Why does it feel so familiar..."

Milo muttered to himself as he casually approached the figure on the hillside.

The familiar aura he sensed did not come from any other dark creature, but from the Church's Golden Tree.

"Let me see what you are."

Just as Milo was muttering to himself as he approached the top of the hill, the figure suddenly erupted with intense hostility.

To be more precise, it should be the instinctive stress response of organisms when they encounter a crisis.

Just as a rattlesnake in the animal kingdom shakes its tail and makes noise when it senses a threat, an extremely violent and uncontrollable force emerged from the figure. It felt to Milo as if an extremely unstable bomb had been thrown into a raging fire and was about to explode at any moment.

The energy emanating from this source was the aura of the Golden Tree. Milo had only ever seen that kind of extremely pure power in the divine servant Diracho.

However, unlike the figure in front of him, Dirasha's energy has always been in a constant and controllable state of equilibrium, far less chaotic and agitated.

It's not that powerful.

……

Even as Milo approached, he could clearly feel a strong burning sensation on his skin.

He slowly stopped and said to the figure on the hillside:

"When did the church become so ashamed to show its face?"

Even the existence of the Milo sequence could not make out the outline of the figure with the naked eye. It was like a fog, and did not even have the special fluctuations of a living being.

Moreover, the other party did not respond to Milo's question at all, as if they had not heard it at all.

suddenly!
A shockwave suddenly exploded on the hillside!

The air was torn apart by a blinding golden wave.

Milo spread his hand out, pressing down on the air in front of him.

A large area of ​​dark shadow rippled from his palm, forming a barrier that completely protected the area behind him where Rebecca and Marshall were located.

The powerful blast of air crashed into the shadowy area, but it was like hitting cotton; it could not advance any further.

Gravel and mud flew everywhere on the hillside.

However, Milo kept his eyes fixed on that figure the whole time.

At the same moment that force swept in, he chased after it at an extremely fast speed.

In the torn air, Milo's figure transformed into a black lightning bolt, piercing through the shadowy figure.

"Let me see what kind of thing you are..."

...

The last "west" was not finished.

However, it seems there's no need to make up for it.

Milo did not stop the shadow.

Because he discovered that this guy, in essence, wasn't a "thing".

Milo, emerging from the shadows, couldn't touch the figure; they passed right through each other, their paths intersecting.

Milo felt a chill run through his body. When he stopped his forward momentum and prepared to turn around and subdue his opponent, he saw only a pale, ferocious human face.

Then, the shadow completely dissipated.

……

"hiss--"

The upper half of the entire hillside has been worn down.

Milo stood there, frowning.

He thought that after reaching the Shadow sequence, he wouldn't encounter such a bizarre situation again.

Generally speaking, for ordinary humans, ghosts are ghosts simply because they have encountered things that are beyond their comprehension and understanding.

Even though Milo's vision was wide enough to look directly at the gods, he still couldn't figure out what he had just encountered.

Although this description is not quite accurate, at that moment, it really did feel like seeing a ghost.

……

On the empty hillside, after the shadow cast by Milo receded, there were no other strangers in sight.

Milo didn't see how the shadow disappeared, nor did he track its escape route.

He glanced subconsciously in the direction of the church and Takahashi.

"It seems like we fished for the wrong fish."

……

The vampire spirit seer lurking in Nanwei City did not appear.

What popped up was something... I don't quite understand what it is yet.

That thing didn't seem to be very hostile; it just unleashed a burst of power in self-defense and then disappeared completely.

Alright, two fishing attempts in one day have both failed.

Even Milo couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed.

He glanced down the hillside; Rebecca was still lost in the spectral trance, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

Beside her, the little black cat Marshall was gesturing wildly with its paws at Milo, roughly meaning—what the hell are you doing?

……

However, at that moment, another strong fluctuation from the direction of the city alerted Milo.

It is spiritual vision.

Very strong spiritual vision fluctuations.

And it's not just one stock.

Milo frowned, then called down the hillside to Marshall:
"Keep an eye on that woman."

Then, his figure completely disappeared.

……

(End of this chapter)