Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 452 The History of the Church

"Wow wow wow~~~"

……

The baby's cries still lingered in the cold air.

Milo had completely gotten used to the noise.

He walked through the ruins for a long time. Everything around him was as silent as a tomb, making him feel that there could be no other living thing here except himself.

But Milo continued to venture deeper into the darkness.

Because on the dusty ground, the psychic saw the traces left by the Eye of Thought, which was the eye totem left by Daisy.

...

Finally, after navigating countless broken corridors, Milo entered an area resembling an altar.

He was finally able to hear sounds other than the baby's cries.

It was the sound of many heavy breaths piled together.

These sounds were just like the sounds he and Rebecca heard when they first entered the underground caverns of Icom. The breathing sounds did not represent life, but struggle. Each heavy, hoarse exhale and inhale seemed to be a desperate cry or a call for help.

The sounds emanating from the underground caverns of Ikham are those living people who were piled together as nourishment to build the plantation.

Right now, on this empty altar...

Milo also saw some similar things.

Unlike others, these figures were not bound by the mycelium; they simply maintained their kneeling posture, their heads facing a depression at the deepest part of the altar, remaining motionless.

...

On the empty altar, which resembled a gladiatorial arena, a single, faint beam of light shone on a solitary, thin figure.

Even from hundreds of meters away, Milo recognized Daisy at a glance.

She was wearing a light-colored long robe, her eyes were covered with black cloth, and she stood calmly at the edge of the depression with her back to Milo.

The faint blue light emanating from an eye totem on the back of her hand.

……

Milo did not see Dirac.

Just as he was about to continue forward, a powerful, ancient aura emanated from the depression.

If Milo were just an ordinary person, all he would feel would be a cold wind surging from deep within the earth's crust.

But as a sixth sense, Vision helped Milo capture the will to refuse that was lurking within that ancient aura.

It appears to be a warning to Milo.

Warn him not to come near.

……

Any other psychic, or even Milo a year ago, would have been intimidated by this powerful will. It felt like hearing a roar from the summit of a mountain when you are facing an avalanche.

But for Milo now...

That warning is no different from that of a frightened kitten standing on the roadside, its fur standing on end and its breath ruffled.

It looks scary, but that's just the kitten's own perception of its posture.

...

As a result, Milo went straight to Daisy's side, and no other sound came from the hollow.

Milo turned to look at Daisy's face.

But Daisy spoke first, saying exactly what Milo was about to say:
"Are you ok?"

Milo paused for a second.

He then nodded calmly, saying, "I'm fine."

"It's a pity that something like that happened to you..."

Daisy added another sentence.

This time, Milo finally understood what she was talking about.

It seems Daisy, with her Eye of Thinking, has already witnessed everything that has happened in Nanwei City these past few days. "Actually, my relationship with her isn't that close," Milo shook his head.

“But losing a believer is also a terrible feeling, isn’t it?” Daisy turned to “look” at Milo.

Her eyes were covered by a black cloth, but Milo felt that the girl in front of him could see through his thoughts.

And that was indeed the case. Perhaps Daisy was the only one in the entire city of Nanwei who knew what Grasso's death meant to Milo.

“That feeling was strange.” Milo calmly took off his trench coat and draped it over Daisy’s thin body.

Deep underground, the temperature was frighteningly low. As the Shadow, he wouldn't feel anything, but Daisy, who had only recently escaped Imnar's curse, might not be able to withstand it.

Daisy did not refuse.

Instead, she pulled her trench coat tighter with her hands and continued:

"That is an emotion that does not belong to humans; only those in positions of power are qualified to experience it."

"I guess so," Milo said, not denying it.

He looked around but still couldn't find Dillash.

All around, only ordinary people who were still barely clinging to life knelt on the edge of the depression.

Among them were men and women, young and old.

Just as Milo was about to ask, Daisy spoke up again:
“I haven’t had a chance to thank you yet. Without you, I would have died under Imnar’s curse. Thank you, Brother Milo.”

As Daisy said this, a rare, serene smile appeared on her lips.

For some reason, seeing that expression on Daisy's face, no matter how beautiful her smile is, always evokes a feeling of heartache, especially for someone like Milo who knows about Daisy's past.

Because he could always sense the hint of sadness mixed in Daisy's smile.

As for whether he felt heartache or guilt, only he himself knows the answer.

He was silent for a while.

Finally, he reached out and rubbed his head.

He asked in a deep voice:
"Was it that vampire spirit seer who attacked Dirasha?"

But Daisy shook her head:
“With your help, Dirasha has gained the approval of the Golden Rule. The vampire spirit seer does not yet have the ability to seriously injure him. The attacker is something even more terrifying.”

"The Old Ones? Outer Gods?" Milo asked very directly.

But Daisy shook her head again:
“Brother, you must know that neither the Old Ones nor the Outer Gods are the real threat to this world. You may be able to repel and banish those Old One rulers countless times, but they will only keep pouring into this world. What I want to ask is, how much do you know about the history of the Church?”

"Go ahead and tell me, I'm listening." Milo was very patient this time.

"The first group of scholars who excavated this site bore the resentment and malice of a lost era. At the same time, they found a decaying corpse in this dusty land. They brought the body back to the surface for research. After removing all the decaying tissues, they kept the only valuable thing left on the body: its blood."

"That blood was further purified and divided in two. The bright red blood that remained was kept by scholars who continued their research, and they became the Contract Organization of today. The pale blood that was filtered out was deemed impure and was taken away by a group of scholars with different ideologies. Eventually, they settled in Cainhurst, which is where the vampires of today are."

"People believed that bright red blood was a gift left over from the previous era, possessing unimaginable magical effects that could cure any disease and even advance humanity further on the path of evolution. But gradually, with in-depth investigation and research of the relics, they discovered more terrifying truths."

"The rotting corpses remaining in the ruins are among the world destroyers who failed to escape. A massacre once took place here, a massacre that wiped out the last remaining creatures of civilization. Gradually, scholars have proven through countless experiments that the crimson blood also carries a terrible curse that can drive people mad and turn them into beasts."

"Since then, disagreements have arisen within the Contract Organization. Some scholars advocate making good use of this blood, purifying and improving it for the benefit of mankind. They have tried various methods, including injecting it into living organisms to produce blood, attempting to use the organism's own immune system to assimilate the blood into a version that humans can accept and integrate through countless cycles. However, as time went on, this research gradually deviated from its course because the scholars discovered more secrets in the ruins. They found that the research they were doing had already been attempted by that fallen civilization, and their progress was even more advanced, even close to success."

"Perhaps this is some kind of coincidence in the evolution of civilization. The fallen Sumerian civilization had already successfully created gods through the study of blood."

"But perhaps this act desecrated the will above the order, and the artificial god child met the end of the Sumerian civilization even before it was born."

……

“Mega?” Milo said the name instinctively.

At that moment, he felt that the baby's cries beside him had become extremely jarring.

...

Daisy nodded gently:

"Yes, scholars of the old era inherited the research of the Sumerian civilization, but as time went by, this research also caused countless scholars to disappear from people's sight in extremely mysterious ways. From that time on, two opposing schools of thought formed within the Contract Organization regarding the study of blood. One side, after understanding the ancient civilization's intention to use artificial gods to oppose the superiors, decided to stop the research on creating gods. They believed that the real reason for the fall of Sumerus was their blasphemous act against the superiors. The scholars of this school evolved into today's church and formed multiple branches, including the deacons you know, missionaries, and choirs, etc."

"On the other side... are those arrogant scholars who prophesied that calamity would one day descend, and that ceasing research into the blood of the old gods would be futile. They believed the righteous path was to evolve the race through various means, enhancing human intelligence to combat the impending apocalypse. This included, but was not limited to, the creation of gods. This faction was known as..."

“The Monsis School,” Milo blurted out.

The image of the raven resurfaced in his mind.

(End of this chapter)