Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 455 Bystanders

Daisy stopped crying quickly.

She seemed to be deliberately forcing a smile that looked worse than crying, telling Milo not to worry about her, as if coaxing a child.

"Daisy is leaving. Brother, don't be sad. This is the fate of the Eye of Thinking."

She seemed to be going over her thoughts again and again, checking if she had missed anything she hadn't told Milo.

...

It was only at this moment that Milo understood why Daisy had told him all that information at once, including the origins of the church, Monsis's conspiracy, and so on.

Because she knew her time was running out, and if she didn't speak up now, she might never have the chance again.

……

On the altar in the unseen land.

From the vast, dark area, a dozen or so shadowy figures emerged.

Their initial form was similar to the shadow that Milo had seen in the graveyard: chaotic and illusory, never forming a physical entity, yet carrying the incomparably powerful aura of the Golden Tree, so much so that when these shadows appeared, the superior independent race in the worship pit trembled.

The figures were all semi-transparent, and only their basic outlines could be vaguely seen.

They were covered in plate armor similar to that of medieval knights, and almost all of them wore full-face helmets, with none of them showing their faces.

These figures emerged from the shadows, carrying an extreme sense of oppression, giving the impression that they were all much taller than people of this era.

Unlike their brief encounter last time, these shadowy figures were now armed.

Furthermore, they were all shrouded in darkness, except for their weapons, which were materialized and emitted a strong, dazzling golden holy light. Rapiers, greatswords, spears, and other weapons were used by almost everyone, but what they all had in common was a golden tree totem on them. This totem differed from the totem of the Church of Nanwei City in only minor details, and almost everyone carried a huge shield on their backs...

...

The overwhelming sense of oppression, accompanied by a shockwave, seemed to cause the unseen ground to tremble when their steel-like boots touched the ground.

That domineering and unapproachable arrogance, even from hundreds of meters away, feels like someone is stepping on your head.

Sixteen knights emerged from the shadows.

Their every move exuded a powerful aura, as if they were souls from a higher dimension, possessing the power to disregard everything.

……

"They're here to find me."

Daisy took the initiative to break free from Milo's embrace.

Her hands were cold and trembling, but she was still trying her best to explain:

"Daisy will eventually leave with them; this is the safest and most appropriate course of action."

Milo didn't respond, but calmly took Daisy's hand again.

His mastery of the power of fear allowed him to see the fear behind Daisy's forced smile.

Whether it's the "most appropriate way" or a last resort, it's obvious at a glance. If given a choice, who would willingly leave their familiar world, even if it holds many painful memories?

Daisy seemed very eager to pry Milo's hands off.

She even went so far as to comfort Milo:
"Trust me, okay? They are saints of the Golden Tree, of the same origin as the Church and the Covenant Organization. They won't harm me. We... we can't offend them..."

"You yourself aren't sure, are you?" Milo asked calmly. "Even the Eye of Thinking can't see what we'll face if we follow them away, right?"

"But...but..."

At this moment, Daisy was simply an anxious child.

She knew, perhaps knew, what her fate was, but she was ultimately afraid. She feared the unknown future, but she also feared that Milo would defy the Golden Rule for her sake, because that would come at a price.

For a moment, she even wished that Milo, who appeared today, was a cold and heartless soul. Perhaps if he had never shown her this tenderness, Daisy wouldn't have become so vulnerable. In fact, it would have been better if Milo hadn't appeared at all.

"Don't be silly. It was the eye totem mark you left behind that guided me to this place. Don't you know what you were thinking in the first place?"

Milo doesn't even need a dream guide to see through Daisy's inner thoughts.

He ruffled Daisy's hair; he had lost count of how many times he had done this all night.

……

rear.

Standing at the very front of the sixteen knights was the one with the most slender figure, the only female knight, and also the only one among the knights who was not wearing a helmet.

Her long white hair hung down on the armor behind her, and her left hand rested lightly on the hilt of the sword at her waist, which was sheathed.

Despite being in a gloomy state, it did not diminish her sharp, sword-like aura, nor her cold, indifferent gaze.

The female knight's gaze lingered on Milo's back for less than a second before settling on Daisy.

She seemed to deliberately pause for a short while, saying nothing and not taking another step forward, just coldly watching Daisy.

About half a minute passed, and there was still no response from Daisy.

Finally, the female knight uttered an incomparably high-pitched and irresistible voice:

“Disappointing.”

It uses some kind of ancient language.

However, she didn't seem to expect Milo and the others to understand, because these were orders she gave to her subordinates.

...

Two enormous figures, each nearly three meters tall, emerged from among the sixteen knights.

They carried spears and giant axes respectively, and with heavy steps, they approached Daisy's location.

…while Milo remained in that position.

With his back to the group of knights who had traveled through space, he squatted down in front of Daisy and gently coaxed the frightened child in front of him.

"Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry... Look at my hands, they're covered in tears and snot..."

He muttered to himself, when he suddenly noticed that after the female knight from the shadows uttered those words, blood began to seep out eerily from the blue-glowing eye totem on the back of Daisy's small hand.

For a fleeting moment, Milo's expression shifted from gentle concern to ferocious rage.

He took off his tie and gently wrapped it around Daisy's bleeding hand, then asked softly:
"Does it hurt?"

“It doesn’t hurt.” Daisy’s throat moved, and she quickly shook her head.

Milo nodded, and he took Daisy's hand:

"I'm not going anywhere this time, I'll just stay with you, okay?"

...

Behind him, the tall knight's footsteps drew ever closer.

The golden holy light emanating from the weapons in their hands was already shining on Daisy's face.

The terrifying suppressive force field caused the sand and gravel on the surrounding ground to roll in all directions.

Only Milo, who was squatting in front of Daisy, remained motionless.

At that moment, he really looked like an older brother coaxing his little sister.

The lines are just slightly different:
"Just say one thing, say you don't want to be taken away by these guys dressed like clowns. Never mind, no need to say anything, Daisy, just nod, nod..."

"I'll kill them all."

……

"presumptuous!"

"If you know what's good for you, step aside. I can pretend you don't exist. The Golden Tree's will is for me to withdraw my thinking eye, but my sword doesn't mind being stained with the blood of another sinner."

The female knight's voice was loud and high-pitched.

His words were indifferent, as cold as ice.

Her dark, blurry face was framed by eyes that flashed with a cold light like a storm of lightning, and she looked down at Milo with absolute arrogance.

...

A distance of about 100 meters.

Although the two knights wielding lances and giant axes appeared to be moving slowly and heavily, their actual speed was frighteningly fast. By the time the female knight gave the order, the cold glint of the blades of their weapons had already approached Daisy, almost within arm's reach.

Milo turned around and calmly surveyed the two enormous knights nearby, as well as the rest of the group led by the lightly armored female knight in the distance.

He did not conceal the violence in his eyes.

But his tone when he spoke was relatively calm:

"From the Dream Realm... Who is the master? The Golden Tree or the Dream Gods?"

...

The haughty female knight gripped the hilt of her sword and commanded in an extremely unfriendly tone:
"I will not repeat myself again. Just keep your distance and continue to be a bystander. I will allow your pathetic life to continue to linger. Do not try to defy the will of the Golden Rule again."

The female knight's longsword remained unsheathed.

But this unseen land seemed to be filled with the sharp aura of swords in every corner, and all these sword auras were pointing directly at the same target: Milo.

...

It seems that someone else has said the same thing to Milo before.

On the ground, in the church, the bishop—you are merely a bystander to these many tragedies. As your vision becomes clearer, you can only witness more and more tragedies unfolding, and there's nothing you can do to salvage the situation…

...

Click...

It was probably a word or sentence in the conversation that provoked Milo.

In short, at one point, the scene before everyone's eyes in the entire unseen land became blurry.

Then a series of terrifying muffled thuds rang out.

There seemed to be the sound of metal being torn apart, followed by a scream that abruptly stopped, and the sound of blood splattering...

...

After that chaotic flow of energy gradually dissipated.

The scene before everyone's eyes was that Milo was standing low on a dented, bloodstained knight's helmet, and not far from him lay the body of a tall knight who was missing his head but whose armor was intact, and he was still holding his long-handled great axe in his hand.

As for the other knight wielding a long spear...

He died in a very far place.

He was nailed to the stone wall at the edge of the altar.

The spear pinned to his chest was his own.

...

And all of this happened in a single instant.

(End of this chapter)